I don’t member what I was gonna call it I feel like I continue to have episodes occurring to me Where people say things like You know that’s an interesting idea or hey I think you’re right And I also have this continuing thing that As things happen and as disasters don’t occur I think to myself hey disaster didn’t occur I have planned for that And I came out OK so far huh and so I know that and the lifelong feeling of uniqueness that I’ve come to realize every you know modular organism and also don’t want to have an excess of him well then he was talking about attracting your things to yourself by being in so yeah and is basically quiet in the exercise of developing in is to be quiet it’s not go out and see things so there’s that element of you know the uniqueness that is the me and it occurred to me … Read more

Word without music If jimi and janis Had not had the Whip of success To their backs Would they still Be alive Cmon said the Money Do it again I can’t said Jimi There’s nothing Else there Right now The money said You wait too long They’ll forget We’ll have to Move on He made his Scission And cut off His self But r crumb Never swallowed The hook And is still alive Realistically i Never joined anything Realistically I never spoke for Anyone else Realistically I radiate silence Realistically I don’t even Speak for myself I represent No faction Not even the things That breathe Have to stop now Catch my breath Spherical Expanding Anger joy Not even This and that Musashi Miyamoto spent The last few years In a cave Carving little wooden Figures Japan’s top Sword man Killed many Never defeated No one came to him in a his cave Seeking revenge I think no one Spends … Read more

Room full of hopes and dreams One of the things about Being old I see what they are going To become if they Don’t decide to Do something different

Blowing music Into the ears Like blowing dust Into my face

If i write them Who will translate them Into chinese I was told they have Thirtysix Words for Different kinds of shame

If i force it it’s not good If i sculpt it after It messes up the pure Creation What am i To do

I was sitting Waiting A new bug Landed On my shirt pocket I invited it Onto my finger It accepted The offer I moved My hand to where Both of my eyes Could see it It turned to Look at me I moved my finger It moved again To look at me Again We stared deep Into each other’s eyes Something stirred In both of us I suppose So it seemed Then it jumped Into the sky

I saw before the me An endless wall The strivers We call ourselves humans Struggle with ladders They try to set set them Up right Against the wall Then if they can They try to start to climb Some fall off the ladder And we see them fall Some get to the top Where there is the Hole of unknowing Where some fall in And some jump in Some hang out On this side Afraid to proceed We on our ladders Get to watch them Maybe we learned Something about Something maybe We think we can Learn to climb More gracefully or Something Or jump through The hole at the Top feeling Something we think We want to feel Then we might Feel better about Something And think It is better Because we think we Feel better

R crumb has a brother Who does art too Meditates on the street In san francsico sitting On a bed of nails I have to meet the public Feels that obligation Lives in an sro Is not famous Is the opposite of rich Has to do the art He thinks Artists are always disreputable Losers until they aren’t Most of them never stop Being that way But they are the ones who Push the cultures Forward Even if they have to take Their art and put it In a drawer Someone thought that And the universe expands

Fashion is to tell people stuff without them asking. I’ll tell them what they ask nothing more Fashion is to conflate opinion with fact and then to forget that one did that and ignore the difference