Well, hello.
You can no longer depend on the land in which you were born.
You can no longer depend on any land in which you choose to place yourself.
You can no longer depend on the bed in which you lie by night,
or the room in which you sit by day.
You can no longer depend on the pillow in which you lay your head.
You can no longer depend on the existence of silence in your mind when you close your eyes.
Time to make a contribution. ....
Time I had was come and was gone and now is just remaining as a hanging thing that doesny have any aspect ratio. An enigmatic fucking waste of time in this transcendental mortal coil on which we are all dangling; like baby spiders on the breeze.
Nothing new comes to me and so I let the spraff flow in uninformed streams of pish.
Lamentably, the life I find myself to be continuing with is a tangled ball of confusion. Not gonnae spend any time de-tangling that knot of animated verve.... Verve, there's a laugh, I've never had any of that stuff. It does in fact sicken me. lets be more precise and call it inertia. This animated inertia that I find myself involved with daily.
popped into a separate zone - like in Tarkovsky's "Stalker"- nothing quite seems right and there are questions needing questioned so as we can understand-- something, something that isn't quite linear. Something that breaks the balance of convention in a roundabout fashion. The answers I can realise, yet- they tell me nothing. but the questions they are more pure more convincing.
Brings me round to a real thing that has been happening- The state I'm in. the flux-- the ever changing state of not having the slightest idea of what's going on in my life. Here I am Here I was Here I may be again.. So, Geographically speaking I'm all over the place. But for this moment I am residing in Colombia on a temporary basis, having escaped a claustrophobic situation that was burying me in love, loss, misunderstandings, unattainable pursuits and other unclassifiable circumstances. But over the past year or so I've had visits into the past through meetings with them people that were part my life during certain historical epochs of my existence. --This IS related to the music, in a loose sort of unhinged capacity. -- These people come and go and sometimes return--and pleasant times and memories and shared ideas, thoughts and theories are very rewarding.... I'm losing the overall narrative here-- The story was to be that of a walk through of my life skipping all the major events and focusing on the relationship between sound and auld acquaintances-- now it's all buckled and fuckled and certainly gone astraysy.
I think I’m goin’ back
To the things
I learned so well
In my youth
I think I’m returning to
Those days
When I was young enough
To know the truth
...
Now there’s more to do
Than watch my sailboat glide
And everyday can be
My magic carpet ride
And I can play hide and seek with my fears
And live my days instead of counting my years
Y'know, what's best? is it dark or light?--- well, I suppose, the dark is good for night time. And light, that's good for when the day comes. So. they are equal in that respect. but I like best the light. for seeing especially. You can see better with light and it's better for the spirit of a person... to have light.Ok. Where was I. All that stuff that never came together as it should have. I lost my way. Like in life I suppose. Losing the will the way the necessary requirements. the moments that keep us going are moments that slip away also. the reasons change too, the purpose is not remaining, the very idea of having a long happy life is just the type of shite you read about. Even a short happy life isny possible in my book. I'll settle for a wee bit of contentment, just to pull me through. Y'know how it is in these times. The struggles of everyday living coax and beguile . it's constant so it is. Ye cannae get a minutes peace without some wallaper havin' a go and messing up the ambiance.I will come to this again and try to explain the meaning of life to you. It's simple in it's misty milky gyratory coming and going cycle. but later/
for now my loves
I give my love
