S.B.T. 123

the legend of the gypsy pants



on corsu, at the bend of the river Taravo if we build a fire and play music in moonlight at the bend of the river taravo gypsies'll roll in w/caravans they so love music and if you play with heart til mydnight the gypsy fiddler will gift upon u a special pair of patchwork sun yello pants. embroidered ejd with braided black & red lambswool rapt saddlestitch, with pockets shaped like crescent moons and in 1 pocket of these pants there will be three gold coins and a strand of pearls, opals, malachite and lapis thankyou kate our dashing runway model
feathers of firelight curve over the gypsy’s face his cheeks like the monte rotundo
sliding peels of color looped in volume above dissolving light
in a spirit that animates the horizon over the hills
and the mooon reflection on the rooftop waltzzing

baroque savoir faire aire air and silhouettes of olive trees with silvery leaf windchimes
“we enlist the olives to smile and fall” he said, sliding the viola slowly under his chin/he leans in closer to the light draws the bow
circling his eyes upward in grace...
Diu vi salvi Regina
Corsu (the birthplace of Napoleon,
dui di salvi regina corsu
the isle of fragrant scented machja
Terra Corsa



The Corsican Anthem

Diu vi salvi Regina
E madre universale
Per cui favor si sale
Al paradisu
Voi siete gioia è risu
Di tutti i scunsulati
Di tutti i tribulati
Unica speme
A voi suspira è geme
Il nostru afflittu core
In un mar di dulore
E d'amarezza
Maria, mar di dulcezza
I vostri ochji pietosi
Materni ed amurosi
A noi vulgete
Noi miseri accuglite
Nel vostru santu velu
Il vostru figliu in celu
A noi mustrate
Gradite ed ascultate
O vergine Maria
Dolce è clemente è pia
Gli affetti nostri

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S.B.T. 122

i was so surprised to find this today at pat's blog, what fun! and here i thought i was being invisibly suggestive ha ha. thought you might like to share inotoriety in time: (and i'm working on some music more of music than what we call sound though it is accented with loopholes of sound also in some ways which will be posted soon at my podcast
Thankyou Pat, for giving me something a little different to say today and the photo i took it thinking of you and your adventures with the camera and the eye and the heart

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the view from sunset hill, hyannisport
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S.B.T. 121

this is just to remind us of the other spaces, where lets say, in a composition things are drawn out both literally & figuratively and etherreally really really and then a thundder a wordhammer just too heavy an iron curtain before it communistic tendencies but if we had the time...we’d listen to every sound like it was the first one ever heard ono matter what it is, so there you can pick and choose but its all the same quest for refinement of juxtopaxition and then something very sweet and clear
birdcall from an authentic and the sound of rain pelting the slicker and doors singing rubber boots guishing breathing up close in my ear the hum from the hills over taos a very quiet airplane overhead in stillness gliding
a door opens i can hear his jingle the keys the footsteps the silence the hall
the sound of the hard drive revving in bluish light and charcoal shadow and you walk to the kitchen and light a candle and blow it out again and light it again and stand there looking at it until entrance come looking for me i hear a knock
‘the doors open’ called out and every crinkle in your pants makes a sound and your feet on the stairs and it comes closer and closer and then suddenly by blending portation he appears leaning into the archway "ohio, um can i borrow the pencil sharpener",  "ohio goy zeyemasta i am making dinner after its done and we have eaten it, you can borrow the thing" without being greek about the meal 4 hours thats how it always is borrow lend the terms

the sound of cowbells horses sleighs jangling and keyboard typing and jiggling bottles on the back seat and radon static radio and cool deep lakes and gongs a foghorn a crackling shell thrown to the hardedge rocks by a seagull a wave borrowing time curling the lending of wings to the clouds all these things u r

S.B.T. 120

The work has been pinned to the line like a laundry of colorful sheets blowing in the wind, since Tara arrived, recalled as if some sunken treasure of the past extrudes subthalassicly to this recycled moment or has it always been this way? She dances behind the window in relative transcendent space, a hidden image in the time lapse camera, oh she could be from another realm entirely beyond the even there and thus abides.


this day advertising assaults occur as they do so, things like “You May Qualify For a Free Wheelchair” (watching thoughts while placing imagery engineering ad design this one will be replete with...heres what you really need - some medicis
Tara smiled eternalumination as I held her up to the window against speckled green patchwork spring ‘Tara’ I whispered without thinking ‘2012, the Mayan calendar, all those confluences consequences’ the ruby bindi sparkled transfixed my eye instantly, a cannonball burst a fire salamander blazes through cartwheels of chariots, there I saw a field, of red flowers open into the distance with the words ‘time will not stop how you know it was never started’
or did it say ‘.. know how it was ever started’
(they recede in extreme infinity perspective to the distant horizon like in Star Wars’ rolling intro...)
but I quite deeply forget where I saw it.

It would be good to support the living...Where did that come from? I witness my hand tremble as if it were not mine and in a chord with required reverent rites retire Tara to the tiny treasure trunk while i shake off the jeepers creepers.



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S.B.T.119

almost forgetten in misst scarff nd foglight sstrripe, as if blest angelic coincident L landing in an buzzby berklee production # my close colleague from the past sauteed and sweetened design of an an oddly ominous company logo, clio worthy of nomination envelope and with great dane convinst me of its mysterious origin (not just that but my wellknown disdain for foil skillfully employed as a delay tactic hidden in the wrapping (that worked too! what a putz, anyway it funkshuns as an instanstallment while the scent of savory spice endures an incense incentive inside whatever you want will be key i tell you truly a word annoint mint with a name and it worked for helen keller surely and charming and decorated the neanderthals did more than grunt forsure they thought a lot about finding shortcuts

recently prior to an exhibit the coordinator asked me a favor asked for a tagline a lead some justificated monocle relactation. i was like i it sounds like street jargon i was like well up against the wall i turned my pockets inside out found a few scrap notes n crumbled paper some coins odd shapes and colors questionable vintage value tangled buttonstring bandaid sheer strip and evident comforts of shedding little white cloudpuff fairylandscape of linted fabric surfaces rubbing together over time ha ha thats funny but anyway i’m testing my foot steeping gingerly into a notorious stream as i understand it with full recognition of my part my dunction in it ha ha thats funny too sorry.

best to find a boat a real birchbark handmade canoe with no nails or glue anywhere too many words for ya or you dive in youknow like completely recklessly naked crazy maybe, and might find some extreme danger or maybe you can just put your toes in mallardstyle my choice or you could try to do it on phosphorous plastic beach rafts filled with air and tire balloons i dont know arent th tour guides for that sort of thing just find some old quote or something..not mine somebody elses, just a fie able b/u pocket with lint dust so more comfitting blurry on fingers gloved hands etc how it is but hey if u bought nothing new under the sun composed oldwave hypnodancing hardware well then i can see why indeed why who was it that said the earth is not flat oh yes that a courgageous contender of curvation

but if i had 2 HAD (Honorable Action Demanded) to under penalty say just what i told you b4 which was something onto for as long as i could rremember be4 it changes.
say i said 'umm the idea is 2 oer more in loose change', um that pretty much covers it right and not asking too much to understand right no no it has to be more meat dandies you cant just say that well heck why not i thought i mean when did dangly penchant pendant f justifiables oerwilhelm the act of observant antiabsorption prior, i mean when did seeing that end somewhere in history after picasso maybe it never started yet does anybody tell you how it is that they hear oh well never mind it must appear a sorrylooking roof and needs bolstering columns and some new beams they may believe in a godgiven right to fix everything the male religion while no one single athlete r artist r arbor u need u be u builded by acadesthetic carpentorial not any means to any ends rebuild a roof if it can withstand rain then well yeah as long as theyre not gonna wanna be paid for it z and this whole insurance thing blackmail and hired honchos just wanted to say that.

so sins they had to have something fr that paper i told them what happened. a package arrived on a sunday, it was 2 days ago, it was circumspected and when i tried to open it, i was interrupted by some surprising circusdance it was late in the evening when the package content ultimely uncovered in low light under a shroud (tent made from a silk sari 20' sq x6^n and then some.

the indian medicine bottle is formed of tranparent stone, of the amber quartz type delicately carved figures of sanskrit folklore dance strike a pose set between architecture of verandant archways, accented in three points along the arch with jewelstuds sapphires tiny and glisteny. glorius gold filigree pattern inlaid to top edge like counterpoint jsbach and ravi shankar warm and alive hammered into shape by hand hammered exquisitely and then inlaid perfectly, a tiny relic detailed statue the goddess tara trapped inside, the bottle is wrapped in a swatch of embroidered chinese silk inside a t.m.replica of a Qing dynasty trunk the far east painted laquered distressed immaculate miniature cymbal clash of mahogany. the tara embodied in silver volume with a ruby middle eye bindi and intricat patterns hardly and purposefully carved and suddenly i understood where it came from. you know the matteboard moment brightens what then realizes the comedy of fallen into amovisisigoth meowbius tunnel rock'n'ride thine art.



more later


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S.B.T.118

a package arrived on sunday unusual, unheard of, but yes a strange envelope with the words “Please Rush” written in blue across an arched red swash. Enclosed in a tidy white crisp plastic bag with a rusty eddd jedd transparent screen print “USPS”. (logos are just everyeveryeverywhere just wanted to say that. well i was on my way out to join the ffeeders for their rounds about wildlife and there it was hanging on the doorknob like a soft bell ready to chime.

but it crinkled i mean thats the sound it made as i opened it and pulled out the patriotic redblue 8x10 picturesized envelope with a bulge in the middle.
i wonder) who sent it i turned it over and again over a name a return address a company I never heard of.  IXIX Industries  hmmm; I put the envelope on the mudroom table, folded the bag to my pocket, , spinning some time to wonder wander what it is, on saving the best for last* also not possibles in sync w/it have the chance to evolve to become an unpleasantlike usurperising something like a subpoena sub pena, or notice of some infringement in due diligence that some leo expects an immediate response to without almost no sweat in his chair. (infringements on peace safety privacy are newmerrilous and rampant just wanted to say that.

some time later i returned covered with dust and grit from crawling under my belly on a house to retrieve an injured hawk (many people con floo S whose clothes r xsepticably dirty at the wildlife rescue just wanted to say that.

I still have not yet opened the package do you think it could be...?
no idea i see well ok i will open it.

inside a windowscreen textured plastic envelope and something wrapped in tinfoil nestled inside, a small rectangular shaped object with handles perhaps a tiny treasure chest, i imagine...but
now, see i have an irrational fear of things wrapped in tinfoil, it was because of a dream i had when i was 8 years old no it wasnt a dream it was an audio visual experience in real time live in full awareness of being that was clearly what it was but i wont press the subject most people dont have time for it anyway just wanted to say that. billy bob thornton is terrified of antiques

he has to struggle to find a hotel without them in Europe. so allegedly committed to this fear he will sleep in the bus if he has to. i’m like that with tin foil scared good me too, tin foil and all its permutations. darn creepy.

because of tin foil i will have to get someone else to open the package,

later


this is not a copyright infringlement

this is appropriated aerreated art


*the true test of a best-for-last person is how they will eat a hostess creamfilled cupcake. those who lick the cream out at the end after theyve carefully taken apart the white squiggles and peeled the thick frosting onto their shnozzolas, and then delicately bitten off the top edges of the cake, those who at THAT POINT decide to lick the cream, those are certifiable

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S.B.T. 117

Intrigued by subject object abject inject eject matter, an instinctive creative urge glows and turns counterclockwise gaining brightness pulsing spattering sparks and spirals of faeiriedust trailing in soft space to become material, under sighs i mean signs a platform podium or a pencil with a steel string guitar.

the closing of the rose by tipota

Generated randomly, following a heartbeat schedule, words travelled by lodestar alighting at the sound of their own name “Winchester!”called out by a conductor near the stationstop. In such doings names became substance for they had a destination and carried third to fourth genre rations to fill foodbanks or you could say that by end of the third day something happened either of four ways, north south east and west tho there might be any number of stops between 3 and 11. Say is this that? “three days before, three days after” ie take it easy.

The newborn has a new name, and we need fresh underwear, talcum and a silk tie or scarf and fine outerwear so we can emerge ready for any kind of weather.
On public radio this afternoon, a lively discussion airing regarding snark versus wit. The title of the book is ‘Snark, It’s Mean, It’s Personal, and It’s Ruining Our Conversations’ - they r interviewing the author. He is antisnarkist it seems hmmmm followed by effervescent political speculalalations and news juice. Creative persons are struggling to define things, sort sift and plunk. Time, the magic carpet pulled rather yanked rather dorothied out from under Alladdin hanging by his knuckles clamped around the fringe tassles, whipping about new jersey roller coaster style. “Oh no! There goes the lantern!” he cries flipping over canyon.

The Rose is folding her petals. “We found it an extremely difficult thing to do” the spokesdoctor said, “these are extraordinary times.” he shifted uncomfortably nostrils flaring. This is Arkham I mean Brandeis University. Ivywhelmed member of the fundomental Boston brain trust in Boston (qualitative backward leaps=redundance), home of the Red Sox and the culture of highest eduvacation. (Bette Midler singing ‘the Rose’ trails off to neverland


Turkish coffee please, and a slice of la French Revolution. No, that slice there, the tart, with the peach on top, the one covered with glory granules, fresh flutes dipped in drummers with the guillotine garnish.

or as the captain might say, some ‘Lo yo yo stuff’

i wish i hadnt

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