STL to CIN to BTR
I’m on another trip at the old Lambert’s kickin’ it
on Lupe. I have to get me a new set of
head phones. The right ear bud keeps
falling out. I must have an abnormal
right ear canal. We (Todd) and I laid
down some new tracks on Friday. There
were some good tracks. I think that in
a couple of weeks we can have some solid tacks laid down for vocals. I
think we will have to have a couple of singers. There
are a couple (3) of people at my gate that look like someone. A
red head with long hair and straight bangs, red like auburn. There
is a guy with a rock and roll guitarist look. He’s
wearing a gray jacket that looks like vinyl. The
other guy is wearing a brown suede jacket with yellow roses on the sleeve and shoulder
areas and on the chest. He has a wool
fedora and big sunglasses. He has long
brown hair just past the shoulders. He
looks like he is trying to hide his identity. He
has a turquoise shirt on. I need that
jacket. I got here about thirty minutes
before boarding, around 1710, plan leaves at 1739. There
is a couple with a new born. Can’t be
more than two weeks old. It is spring
break in full effect. DDD, TKE, GID.
I need a new hobby.
1805
Emerson’s “POET”
We have created a society on which man made
artifacts reign supreme. We have taken
time away from the sun and given it to the artificial mechanics. We
have dulled out innate comprehension for beauty and replaced it with man made wonders.
“On the brink of the waters of life and truth,
we are miserably dying” p284 Emerson’s Essays The
Poet
He unlocks our chains and admits a new scene.
Having read the Poet you must wonder what Emerson
saw, or thought was missing in the world. His
mantra was, nature must be vivified and only Poets can do this. Not
a poet of words, but the poets of life. Those
whose words are truth unyielding and indisputable. The
poet must almost be in creation not just a part of it. Their
readers must experience nature through the poet’s efforts. Again,
we come to place individual judgment on the poetry, whether or not one is capable
of adequately understanding the details of the poet’s craft. Not
only must the poetry reflect spirit in nature but must not be misinterpreted. Thus
poetry can never become religion or it will face the unnatural intervention of others
who would impose their will. The tendency
by poets to use their realization of truth to unfold more truths which they, wholly
(yeah) discerned. Eventually, they need to move on. However,
their publishers continue to push them to write, speak, lecture, visit, etc. After
a while the truths become convoluted and later persons who have come to know them
are unrealized to the whole truths that brought them to the level of recognition. It
would almost seem that there must be a balance somewhere in truth and compensation. When
truths hit a marketing level of national levels or global a sense of the person is
replaced by ads, CDs, books, interviews, and reviews. I
think we are losing a great many of our poets to the ideas of scarcity, marketing,
luxury and adornment. No, I am not suggesting
their original poetry lost its truth. Rather,
they are separating themselves from it. The
truth is if you write the poem and let it speak for itself it becomes poetry. If
you must always change it, it must be a work in progress.
Landed
in
Cincinnati
A nice beer in
Cincinnati
It’s like a circus without a ring leader. Gates
are reflected on a screen next to a series of doors. And
they change. Welcome to
Cincinnati
. I need cash and a snack.
