We'd  bee lined from Wildcat State Park cozy yet wind-blown in our let HRC Nissan SE on past Lodi-Arlington, road signs, through MKE via old Route 18, threading Bluemound boulevard toward midday already, beneath pewter cloud cover, Guido (Coltrane like-lungs) doing the soprano sax repeatedly of Leon Russell's Bluebird.  Student hands on the wheel alert, diaphragm breathing. Clean, sober as any DA!  Eastward with me going on & on glimpsing Storybook unique homes to the N as we cruised invisibly past the awesome gapping roof beams of MKE Stadium, over the valley bridge its steel rods and concrete newels seemingly song-like those irreplaceable baseball card in the Schwinn spokes of youth.  A big Miller Brewing sign, no time for Miller Time, nor black tie champagne tour, Gloria and her ceaseless flirtatious anecdotes of her billowed skirt trapeze daze at the Peppermint Lounge, sloping downhill slick as a bobsled, bright and sunny day, on past Marquette U the scholars gathered along flowered wrought-iron, a solemn glide with white-collared Jesuits, silent Avi for thee, bro James Foley, was it really a low-gluten host for thee, Church of the Gesu, missed a turn, loop as slow as a fork-round the Civil (anything but civil) War statue for Union Big Shots (all swords and nostril froth, the glorious whip-saw of Russian sage -  cannas sturdy shielding humming birds, asleep, there beneath the Verde metal prior to Verdun, a slow motion what must be dying junkie with burr and thistle clung to his black T, library steps not unlike the Lincoln Memorial---Xway south---faster now amidst the smartest drivers east of Madison.  Smoothly the resistanceless gear change. Smooth as the driven snow --- birds eyed; all is calm
Just in time.  The men fell from the sky. Voices going: hallelujah! Ciao the Lord Almighty. Free at last
{to be continued}
already I'll apologetically 'think of' the jasmine Yellow Mountain holy-rollin herewith. OK: if it's grief it's gOOd}

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Comment by catch-22 on August 22, 2017 at 12:50pm

canna lily telephone pole. Let'em grow too high and the wind has them leaning away like the minarets at the Taj Mahal. I like that the student was at the wheel, a fine moment for ujjayi breathing! May the breeze blow your blues away there in the good hands of glory ~ 

Comment by Steel Breeze on August 23, 2017 at 6:36am

" but the sun is eclipsed by the moooon....."

Comment by J.P. Hart on August 23, 2017 at 10:07am
Ohi Catch-22 & Steel! Appreciate the lotus-like-namstes.  I'd diligently typed through (trust me) org replies, as I slo-mo-boy today, then lost mine cutmitpaste, sayin' stuff like 'still reading Gravity's Rainbow since 1972' and wondrin' if (psychosomatic?) Absolute Lime Vodka would have curative propensity for my Lyme's Disease, you know, somehow on and on I go, and if I may, (fairly difficult) to go beyond the following for Noble Laureate Bob Dylan:}
  • It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)

    Darkness at the break of noon
    Shadows even the silver spoon
    The handmade blade, the child's balloon
    Eclipses both the sun and moon
    To understand you know too soon
    There is no sense in trying

    Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
    Suicide remarks are torn
    From the fool's gold mouthpiece
    The hollow horn plays wasted words
    Proves to warn that he not busy being born
    Is busy dying.

    Temptation's page flies out the door
    You follow, find yourself at war
    Watch waterfalls of pity roar
    You feel to moan but unlike before
    You discover that you'd just be
    One more person crying

    So don't fear if you hear
    A foreign sound to your ear
    It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing

    As some warn victory, some downfall
    Private reasons great or small
    Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
    To make all that should be killed to crawl
    While others say don't hate nothing at all
    Except hatred.

    Disillusioned words like bullets bark
    As human gods aim for their mark
    Made everything from toy guns that spark
    To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
    It's easy to see without looking too far
    That not much is really sacred.

    While preachers preach of evil fates
    Teachers teach that knowledge waits
    Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
    Goodness hides behind its gates
    But even the president of the United States
    Sometimes must have to stand naked

    An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
    It's only people's games that you got to dodge
    And it's alright, Ma, I can make it

    Advertising signs that con you
    Into thinking you're the one
    That can do what's never been done
    That can win what's never been won
    Meantime life outside goes on
    All around you.

    You lose yourself, you reappear
    You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
    Alone you stand with nobody near
    When a trembling distant voice, unclear
    Startles your sleeping ears to hear
    That somebody thinks they really found you

    A question in your nerves is lit
    Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
    Insure you not to quit
    To keep it in your mind and not fergit
    That it is not he or she or them or it
    That you belong to

    Although the masters make the rules
    For the wise men and the fools
    I got nothing, Ma, to live up to

    For them that must obey authority
    That they do not respect in any degree
    Who despise their jobs, their destinies
    Speak jealously of them that are free
    Do what they do just to be nothing more than something they invest in

    While some on principles baptized
    To strict party platform ties
    Social clubs in drag disguise
    Outsiders they can freely criticize
    Tell nothing except who to idolize
    And then say God bless him.

    While one who sings with his tongue on fire
    Gargles in the rat race choir
    Bent out of shape from society's pliers
    Cares not to come up any higher
    But rather get you down in the hole that he's in

    But I mean no harm nor put fault
    On anyone that lives in a vault
    But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him

    Old lady judges watch people in pairs
    Limited in sex, they dare
    To push fake morals, insult and stare
    While money doesn't talk, it swears
    Obscenity, who really cares
    Propaganda, all is phony

    While them that defend what they cannot see
    With a killer's pride, security
    It blows the minds most bitterly
    For them that think death's honesty
    Won't fall upon them naturally
    Life sometimes must get lonely

    My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
    False gods, I scuff
    At pettiness which plays so rough
    Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
    Kick my legs to crash it off
    Say okay, I have had enough
    What else can you show me

    And if my thought-dreams could be seen
    They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
    But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only

    Songwriters: BOB DYLAN
    For non-commercial use only.
    Data from: LyricFind
  • Bob Dylan - It's Alright, Ma Lyrics |

Comment by J.P. Hart on August 23, 2017 at 10:46am

Thank you for the 'like' MV Neland. Earlier I'd quipped that NASA missed an infra-red photo op as our astronauts could've been golfing with day-glow balls. And some pending off-tangential-topic stuff about reconstructing fire watchtowers in urban parks [getting rare, priceless like Eiffel Towers, especially the mortise-peg style], but after pricing the flatbeds and crane rentals, the CPAs here at Afterthought, LLC started closing their briefcases and sent me out to Starbucks. 


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