Working on the house-house..in the evening there visits the mouse and together we watch videos as the katydids sing.

Wires having places to go, places to be, things to do, things to see. See?: http://purpletwilight.time.googlepages.com/thisislandearth

mouse

mouse in the house
mouse eating popcorn
trying to eat the white noodle on my finger until i figure out it is white paint (dim light)
orange-red moth on black table.
Shall we pick blue berries?

cedar needles and mint leaves and teaberry needle and tan thread to bind it altogether on the island of the misfit toys and not grow up...."and may you stay forever young".

blue nickel

a nickel painted blue to a painter for her blues

mouse moon

mouse in the compost bucket feasting on muskmelon seeds and corn cobs...big ol tawny full moon looms over the trees...pineapple on the shelf.

sum Green love

cricket on the floor, fly on the arm, sunburn...cicada burrowing through the hot air...a brand-spanking-new coffee dispenser machine with a door that slides and revolves on its own and a light that comes on and shines down and it can tell when you've brought your own cup. It became annoyed when i pushed its door off track a bit, whirring and spinning as if to say, "No, you clod, this is how it goes..." The Coffee tastes the same and costs more--presumably for the lights and magic show... In other news , we found Love on the streets of Youngstown University...it was green, and plastic...

Someday

“Getting arrested is the most exciting thing of all,” she pronounces. They are funny-looking, funny bodies dressed in funny clothes: they are Writers

To cry at the drop of a hat a river of all the sad terrible beauty
He without eyebrows and a teeny teeny head a terrible sad beauty

We never saw the cracks in the floor
all
the
way
down
the
hallway
and they multiply the further one looks
between numbers and elements and forces
all the way down

and there’s movement behind me 3 sparrows perched on the scaffolding peer in expectantly, and up, and fly up.
High up around the stone church are sparrows always sparrows around the high stone walls St Francis crawled out the window

Last night the hook on the rope swung in the storm winds, out and back toward the window, out and back, alive by an invisible hand high up that scaffold
Even she knows flat roofs leak.

She knows that flat roofs leak
She thinks she’s too dumb to see seven stars in the sky, with names she’s never heard
She mops your floor and carries your greasy napkins and banana peels to the dumpster in her hands.
They want to take away the days of her vacation
And she is angry.
Then she sighs walking to the door, “Maybe Someday...” as if it were a golden hall in heaven.
The aroma of alcohol pools and drifts…...her helpmate, her co-worker….drifts and pools

Night air is heavy and holds much sound; nothing between me and the night air and the night sounds: katydids, crickets, train whistles coming and going sometimes two at once

Delivering the money to pay out because it hurts someone, carrying the water over the wires, over the roads, over the postal river, paying out, playing out because it hurts

Stories of what it feels to die in the hot desert every cell cries and you fold your clothes

I am afraid the speaker is going to catch afire
until I find a switch

Hearing Voices
Matamoras Banks

or here

tarp in the woods

I'm pretty sure I saw a kingbird in a tree hanging over the Connecticut River near Amherst. There was a young redtail hanging around complaining the whole time we were in Amherst. They had a family of skunks in the front yard which looked like it had been rototilled with their nightly visits; and we scared up a beaver in the pool behind the neighbor's house(this is right in town). I also found a homeless person's camp--nice & tidy--a few yards from the pond--unfortunately I scared the living daylights out of the person who I never saw but heard crashing thru the underbrush as I came thrashing in over the nieghbor's compost pile & thru some briars--(I was trying to find a way into the woods to botanize-)--poor person probably never expected someone to come in that way. Their tarp was smartly angled and securely lashed with a rainbow of cords, their plain square sleeping bag was spread neatly, their pack was secured & ready to go... It had been a very hot day....I felt bad at the fright I'd caused and wanted to call, It's okay, I don't care, I'm just hiking past...I won't reveal your secret home.....although it could have been anyone, Jack the Ripper-type or just a poor person..... I found swamp milkweed (see sketch)and a patch of blackberries that yielded about a half gallon of berries....I thought about that unseen person in the woods for days...
At the Oh So Organic campus where our friend teaches---they have this little pond that has whole battalions of all different kinds of dragonflies & damselflies--it was amazing--and lots of brilliant green frogs--he was trying to show us all these other bugs that bite--water scorpions & water boatmen & such. I got out the dragonfly guides--and wowsie!--they have the coolest names!

Emily Dickinson, Amherst

Tagged along to visit Emily's house...3rd drawing is Emily's tree (so we were informed), a huge oak. Freaky--the guide passed out poems to read aloud and Doug's was the Madness in Spring that I use as a signature....

Planning next bog trip -- this one was WAY too brief! Looking around for the coolest uniquest bogs/marshes in Maine... http://web.tampabay.rr.com/bog/

moose and spruce

moose and spruce,loons, otters, rose pogonia, Great Northern Paper, helleborine galore and we learn it is an invasive, waves and wind, floating bogs, Graveyard Point, homemade rootbeer, marsh St. John's wort, some kinda pyrolla...smartweed floats like sweet pink candy on the water as we stroke bythunder in the distance and here is hummous, dates, and dill pickles to eat, chocolate with a love poem from Dante read aloud under cedar, spruce and firwooden and canvas canoes, a paddle carved by an Alexandra...biscuits, woodsmoke and rain....we have loved our journey with old and new, watery and true, trails winding round and round between labrador and missoula North Woods Ways, Willimantic, Maine

yellow tick trefoil and yarrow, Queen-anne's lace, pink sweet pea, orange day lilies, golden rod, pink crown vetch, white asters.....Bastillle Day....Chew Mail Pouch Tobacco on the barn. cracked in two album cd found in a grassy field under trees, sky:"I've often tried to hold the sea, the sun, the fields, the tide" by Awake the Best of Live

colors are us!

colours are us!!
colours are us this week !!

lest one forget after the storm

American Routes--"After the Storm" http://www.amroutes.com/
"Minor Tipitina" Allen Toussaint American Routes recording---
"Louisiana 1927"
Randy Newman 2:54 Randy Newman Songbook, Vol. 1 (Nonesuch)
"Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen" Mahalia Jackson 3:48 Essential Mahalia Jackson (Sony)---

"Down by the Riverside" Snooks Eaglin 2:39 Country Boy in New Orleans (Arhoolie)
“When the Levee Breaks”—Memphis Minnie 3:10 Memphis Minnie: Queen of the Blues (Columbia) ---

"It's Raining" Irma Thomas 2:08 Sweet Soul Queen of New Orleans: The Irma Thomas Collection (Razor & Tie)
"Rainin' in My Heart" Slim Harpo 2:34 Raining in My Heart (Excello)---zipper:
“Mes Enfants/My Children” Steve Riley & the Mamou Playboys Happytown (Rounder)---SEGMENT: Dave Spizale, KRVS gen. manager, interview ---
"River's Gonna Go" Gator Beat 3:02 River's Gonna Go (Globe)

"Higher Ground" Stevie Wonder 3:07 Innervisions (Motown)---

"To the River" Smiley Lewis 2:15 Shame, Shame, Shame (Bear Family)

"Rivers of Babylon" Melodians 4:16 The Harder They Come (Island)---zipper:

“Dear Old Southland” Dr. John N’Awlinz Dis Dat or D’udda (Blue Note)---

“The Lost Souls (Of Southern Louisiana)” Dirty Dozen Brass Band 14:24Open Up: Whatcha Gonna Do For the Rest of Your Life (Columbia) ---

"Minor Tipitina" Allen Toussaint American Routes recording

“Blue Horizon” Sidney Bechet 4:25 Blue Horizon: The Sidney Bechet Story (Proper) ---

“Do You Know What it Means to Miss New Orleans?" Louis Armstrong & His Dixieland Seven 2:58 Doctors, Professors, Kings & Queens: The Big Ol’ Box of New Orleans (Shout Factory)---

“Back Water Blues” Bessie Smith 3:18 The Complete Recordings, Vol. 3 (Columbia/Legacy)

“Stormy Weather” Phil Phillips 2:34 Eddie’s House of Hits: The Story of Goldband Records (Ace)"Louisiana" Percy Mayfield 2:04 Creole Kings of New Orleans (Specialty) ---zipper:

“L’Ouragon" Beausoleil La Danse de la Vie (Rhino)---

“L’annee de cinquante sept” Alex Broussard 2:41The Best of La Louisiane Records (La Louisiane)

“Grand Chenier” Bluerunners 2:49 Le Grand Bleu (Louisiana Red Hot Records)

“Hurricane” Bobby and the Rockers 3:25 Can’t Stop Rockin’ (Bobby and the Rockers)---

"The Lakes of the Ponchartrain" Jim Smoak & the Louisiana Honeydrippers 2:26Bayou Bluegrass (Arhoolie)“Box of Rain” Grateful Dead 5:16 American Beauty (Warner Brothers)zipper:

“Blues in My Sleep” James Cotton Deep in the Blues (Verve) ---

“Hurricanes Carla & Esther” Lightnin’ Hopkins 5:06 Po’ Lightnin’ (Arhoolie)

"Born on the Bayou" Creedence Clearwater Revival 5:00 Bayou Country (Fantasy)---

“Death Letter” Cassandra Wilson 4:12 New Moon Daughter (Blue Note)

“When the Saints Go Marching In” Helen Humes 4:05 2005 Southern Music CD (Oxford American)---

“Walking to New Orleans” Fats Domino 1:58 The Best of Fats Domino (EMI)

"Louisiana 1927" Randy Newman 3:02 Good Old Boys (Warner Bros.)---

"Down by the Riverside" Sam Morgan’s Jazz BandOscar

“Papa” Celestin and Sam Morgan Recorded in New Orleans, 1925-1928 (Jazz Oracle)
http://www.amroutes.com/

Fats Domino Lyrics - Walking To New Orleans Lyrics
Walkin' to New OrleansFats Domino United Artists XW 007 "The Silver Spotlight Series"(Domino/Bartholomew/Guidry) Travis Music Co. BMI

It's time I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I'm going to need two pair of shoes
When I get through walkin' to you
When I get back to New Orleans
I've got my suitcase in my hand
Now, ain't that a shame
I'm leavin' here today
Yes, I'm goin' back home to stay
Yes, I'm walkin' to New Orleans
You used to be my honey
Till you spent all my money
No use for you to cry
I'll see you bye and bye
Cause I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I've got no time for talkin'
I've got to keep on walkin'
New Orleans is my home
That's the reason why I'm goin'
Yes, I'm walkin' to New Orleans
FADE:I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I'm walkin' to New Orleans
Transcribed by Little John
These lyrics were transcribed from the specific recording referenced above, and are for personal use and research interest only. http://www.lyricsdownload.com/fats-domino-walking-to-new-orleans-lyrics.html

Avocado pits – sprouting them for growing into trees

It’s a type of laurel tree, Laurocea family

Method 1: Lay it by itself in a warm dry place for a day, so that the brown skin dries & cracks. Plant the pit 2/3 under soil, 1/3 above soil, in a small pot, and moisten the soil.

Method 2: It will sprout quickly if one cuts several deep incisions in the top and bottom of the pit with a sharp knife.
Hint: The large end is the top!!

Method 3: Invert a glass over pit. Or put the pot in a bag with some holes. You want air going into the soil.
Spray soil surface with warm H2O daily.
Sprouts in 3—15 weeks. Hint: note the pit’s start date on the container and don’t give up on it/them!
After it sprouts you cover the pit.
Put in light & sunny place. Because the root dries out you should use an outer pot. Spray leaves daily with warm water.

Top it early--- at 10 inches--- cut off 3 inches from the top. Trim new shoots a little.
Keep soil humid all year; fertilize in warm months. Blooms in several years.

Method 4: You can also sprout shoots & roots like you would a sweet potato, i.e. make holes for the 4 or 5 toothpicks and suspend the pit so that half of it is submerged in H2O in a clear glass jar. When the first shoot appears, plant the pit.

storms descend and fire works

Storms descend so darkly the streetlights turn on at 3 in the afternoon
Little “click-beetle” tiptoes over scrawled words on old envelopes
Cats fight in the dark screaming with pain and lust and fear…we stand in the driveway….illuminated psuedo rose window perks up the street nighttime.

CHECK meteor crater means star wound?

Firefly pushes his belly lantern against the glass of my drawing window pane (“the windows are paning” j beaver)

Loose dog trots briskly his ill-got freedom

Seventeen orange slugs on our banana peel: they must be banana slugs…?

Shape-shifting is daft, man, unless it’s a hologram waves particles quantums in our heads

All the children are washing away

Swift churning water
a pair of blue herons cry out circling around and around overhead…it looks like cicadas are emerging in the wood mud…field of fading penstemones

white pennies of hailstones
rusty water in the radiator

“I take small car
I get disks
I chase squirrel
I think about Moose…3 p.m.” daf

“I took car
didn’t go far

Not scary
Went to Library

Be back soon
Four hours before moon.” daf

see more poems here

all them there zombies

current project.....

check out the writings of: the WNWG and: Mad Moonlit Musings of a Zombie Huntress Cats don't become zombies. That's why they're cool

"Holy Moses met the Pharaoh

Yeah, he tried to set him straight

Looked him in the eye

"Let my people go"
Holy Moses on the mountain

High above the golden calf

Went to get the Ten CommandmentsY

eah, he's just gonna break them in half!
{Chorus}All you zombies hide your faces

All you people in the street

All you sittin' in high places

The pieces gonna fall on you
No one ever spoke to Noah

They all laughed at him instead

Working on his arkWorking all by himself
Only Noah saw it coming

Forty days and forty nights

Took his sons and daughters with him

Yeah, they were the Israelites
{Chorus}The rain's gonna fall on you
Holy Father, what's the matter

Where have all your children gone

Sitting in the dark

Living all by themselves

You don't have to hide any more
All you zombies show your faces......The pieces gonna fall on you
All you zombies show your faces(I know you're out there)All you people in the street(Let's see you)All you sittin' in high placesIt's all gonna fall on you"

MUSIC ARTIST: Hooters SONG TITLE: All You Zombies

http://www.lyricsdownload.com/hooters-lyrics.html

also see: http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=3237

state o' the studio

current state of the studio...the old rosa winda

hum and mock

hummer twice at logan
mockingbird sings 4 a.m. from atop the electric pole in the city

the mud track

Mayapples have their lemons and coon tracks in black mud...flowers for the quiche of janice…A whole patch of penstamones...another of evening primoses...everytime I go by, all the doves fly away.

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/brucespringsteen/matamorasbanks.html

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN LYRICS"Matamoras Banks"

signs & wonders

street signs and lampposts…and then aha! A narnia one at the “secret garden” …washing pollen off the volkswagon..Alice pie and stormcloud banks and unearthly wisps, all the wide, wide sky and the green growing earth…elderberries in bloom.
backyard squirrel complacently munches
An Unfinished Life and A Rebel Without A Cause