Not for nuffin’ - but this a chart, essential to the doctrines of Jainism (literally the world’s first religion). As a sort of allegorical response, I’ll quote Joni Mitchell ~ “Constant in the darkness, where’s that? I’ll be in the bar.”
HOLY SHIT THE MONK -> HARDMAN (piano to trumpet) solos in the middle of this comprise some of the most expressive, inventive yazz I’ve ever heard! Straight shoutin’ ‘bout it!
(Source: Spotify)
Where I go when I do…
DAMN SONNY!
(Source: Spotify)
—Drive
Who’s gonna’ hang it up, when you scream?
EHH
Probably
I’ll be sleeping
when you get this
but last night
I cooked three eggs.
You’ll wonder why
there are only two
left in the half dozen
you bought with your
hard-earned wampum
and there is a good reason.
I don’t feel embarrassment
about anything ever such as and
not limited to seven years spent high
on marijuana
when
still
I never did the
thing I did
last night
with the
eggs.
I forget whether
I cracked them
on the counter
or the stove
but each one
hit the pan
precisely
I promise.
I drank
a little more.
It was really late.
The dog was back
and forth.
When they were done
they looked so good
not too chopped up
salt
pepper
and so on.
I wanted a little
oregano
just for
some
kick
(flow)
I took it
from the
cabinet
unscrewed
something.
When I did
something
was everything.
I swear
it was a ton.
2000 lbs.
of herbs
dumped onto
my beautiful
scrambled
(eggs).
I blew some
of the flakes
into the trash
some more
I pinched
off the top
while the dog
licked the
kitchen floor.
I didn’t know
what to do.
Baby
I didn’t!
There were three
eggs left and originally
I almost cooked four anyway
but I didn’t want to leave you just
two for your
waffles.
I think maybe since
I already thought that
and I do think about
your waffles
always
my recourse became clear.
Stirring what had already been
fried into a fourth egg minus
some of the initial three
I salvaged a meal
(more oil
some milk)
from the
diluvial
oregano.
It kind of worked.
/ RC
From DRUNKEN BOAT
I’ve wept too much, it’s true. Dawn breaks my heart. / All moons are atrocious, all suns bitter.
- Arthur Rimbaud
—Mysterious Ways
COVERLETS / Mysterious Ways / U2 and RC
Cool Funny Thing About the Nature of Solipsism
“As such it is the only epistemological position that, by its own postulate, is both irrefutable and yet indefensible in the same manner.” - just wiki but damn
Screws, a minimalist piano record by composer, Nils Frahm, is perfect, perfect writing music. This track, however is so beautiful, sometimes it’s distracting—especially at 1:47. That tiny phrase just kills me.
(Source: Spotify)
TILT
_ In This Corner Weighing In _ ep. 8 _ TILT
Wr… Uh… It’s Not Personal, It’s Just Business
After the confessional years, which then, typically, are supervened by a flange period of jaunty hubris—a writer, maybe, becomes a creature filled with such remorse that the last and only recourse is to dedicate his or her life to coming up with a suitable apology or, at the very least, a good excuse.
