A stitch in time will never be there when ya needs it in a torn universe.....

In response to benevolentmitch's comment (above) to me in my last post:

Nice ride, this Xanga-thing.

Had me going for awhile.

Up the slope of romance.

Down the slip of heartbreak.

Like the incessant hills I run in Dreamland—

Up and down, up and down, around and around.

Enough.

Time now to chase my shadow into the woods  and lose it there.. 

Or stick pine needles into the ground  pretending to stitch-mend the ever-oozing Earth.

Eat only when I’m hungry, drink only when I’m thirsty, piss when I need to.

Sit, soak up a beer, and wonder what next to do.

Realize that soaking up that beer was the doing of that next.

Find inspiration is such zazen and springboard on to more lucrative matters…

To paraphrase Marx: there’s nothing to lose; just a world to win.

And understand that though there’s a little bit of the world *here*, it’s just a wee bit.

Imagine yourself a bird with dinosaur wings, defiantly imagining, in one moment, all of the feathers that have ever fallen and will ever fall from the sky.  Now fly.

• "DaDa is beautiful like the night, who cradles the young day in her arms." - Hans Arp
  
• "DADA speaks with you, it is everything, it envelops everything, it belongs to every religion, can be neither victory or defeat, it lives in space and not in time." - Francis Picabia
  
• "Dada is the sun, Dada is the egg. Dada is the Police of the Police." - Richard Huelsenbeck
  
• Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this, throw the raft away. - jack kerouac