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Ring Of Bone…

We don’t care how crazy that man is, we want exact transmission of that crazed Mind. We are crazed ourselves. It would help to know we are not alone. We are delighted by the calmness of this other one. We are sent to the woods to see, really see, what we’d so often looked at and never noticed at all, by that other Mind. We need to know exactly what it must be like to be an ambassador, a killer,…

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Gayle Nybakken

This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love; the more they give, the more they possess. – Rainer Maria Rilke I first met Gayle the year she moved to Portland, back I think in 2004. She had a most amazing laugh, and presence. She passed recently, and we went to her memorial service. She was a character; a working class heroine who was in the pioneering edge of modern feminism. She was a bundle of…

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Street Sweeper Social Club

A great bit of music…. I hope you enjoy! My friend Morgan turned me on to them. Fits my mood to a tee….. More Turfing on the way… Gwyllm Street Sweeper Social Club – 100 Little Curses Wo ohohoh Wo ohohoh Wo ohohoh oh 100 little curses Now you tumble and fall Down your grand marble stairway May the caviar, pate you were eating Block your airway May your manservant deliver The Heimlich, with honor May this make you vomit…

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For Jim Carroll…

“Conscience is no more than the dead speaking to us” – Jim Carroll “I’ll Die For Your Sins If You Live For mine.” A wee bit of homage for Jim Carroll. I never knew him, I read his poetry on occasion, and I certainly enjoyed his musical adventures… Don’t try to look up his poetry on the web at this point, there seems to be a tonne of attack sites advertising it with some nasty malware attached… I think Jim…

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Just Because….

Just because I like these poems, just because they exist and have survived…. Bright Blessings, Gwyllm Wave after wave, each mightier than the last, Till last, a ninth one, gathering half the deep And full of voices, slowly rose and plunged Roaring, and all the wave was in a flame…. – Tennyson, “The Ninth Wave” ___________________________ Just Because – Ancient Irish Poems… How Curious The Light Behaves How curious the light behaves Reflecting off the dancing waves. Oh how my…

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The Middle Path

“We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.” -Chuang Tzu Chuang Tzu And The Butterfly Chuang Tzu in dream became a butterfly, And the butterfly became Chuang Tzu at waking. Which was the real—the butterfly or the man ? Who can tell the end of the endless changes of things? The water that flows into the depth of the distant…

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Three Poets, Monday Late…

“I am free, my mind is free, I am neither a sick person nor a physician Neither a believer nor an infidel Nor a mullah or syed In the fourteen spheres I walk in freedom I can be imprisoned nowhere”.- Bulleh Shah Two poets of verse, one of the voice divine. Odd little day here in Portland. Rain/Sun/Rain. Not any great details to relate, so here we are with the entry for this evening… Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Phil Whalen…

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Rainy Sundays…

– From The Tao Te Ching – 63. Act without doing; work without effort. Think of the small as large and the few as many. Confront the difficult while it is still easy; accomplish the great task by a series of small acts. The Master never reaches for the great; thus she achieves greatness. When she runs into a difficulty, she stops and gives herself to it. She doesn’t cling to her own comfort; thus problems are no problem for…

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Rimbaud In The Fall…

-The Star Has Wept Rose-Colour- The star has wept rose-colour in the heart of your ears, The infinite rolled white from your nape to the small of your back The sea has broken russet at your vermilion nipples, And Man bled black at your royal side. -Arthur Rimbaud On the contents of this entry of Turfing, September 3rd, 2009… I am featuring Brendan Perry, and Arthur Rimbaud today on this little outing. Brendan Perry as you may or may not…

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The Inner Garden…

Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.- Nietzsche Mary’s Aubergines…. One Instant One Instant is eternity; eternity is the now. When you see through this one instant, you see through the one who sees. – Wu Men __________ Well, I have managed to mangle this entry a few times, losing the intro along the…

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