'"Let me give you an example.  Let us say you want to be a great musician, and you want your music to create wealth for you.  But you are frustrated in making it work.  So you get drunk from time to time.  You cannot communicate with an inner energy if you do not maintain balance, if you get drunk all of the time. Drinking becomes an irrelevant side path, so dump it. '"*


Stuart Wilde

July 1987 copywright

ISBN  ho-930603-36-2

    Gosh I wish Tom Clancy would have toed the line a bit more . . .

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Comment by J.P. Hart on March 26, 2017 at 11:33am

In the mirror here.

Why does my grandfather keep appearing in sunglasses? More kindly to moi it-s rained here for 39.9 hours. For a low-cash flow sometimes SAT tutor, lookit how my memory skips; just too gosh-darn gloomy (rocker board rainwater on some level), no shipment of Korean Lilac for clients (my 7th Sense, senses) yeah sure only God can make a yo-yo mojo, as well as a continuous red crawl line of news from Biblical times ------------------------------> Maybe onword Christian Soldiers as VO.O two girl goldfish swim into a bar:(apricot colored, translucent) gorgeous waving tales (tails) looking up: 'look out for the glass ceiling' And where in Sanctuary did Faulkner go on+on+on about that dry tooth brush???????????????????????Beats looking forward to Uncle Bill's essay on son-n-laws.

Comment by catch-22 on March 26, 2017 at 1:39pm

How much time is between 'from time to time' and 'all of the time' (hard tellin' if that's not so much a question as it is an observation).

(I found two more pictures for the Hart series. I'll post them when I get close to a more powerful device.)

Saludos ~

Comment by J.P. Hart on March 26, 2017 at 1:56pm

She was the best way to awaken. Me in the warmest corner, upon rosewood easel, ad hoc:perhaps heaven is perfect sorrow

Comment by J.P. Hart on March 26, 2017 at 2:59pm

I was a boy when I heard three red words
a thousand Frenchmen died in the streets
for: Liberty, Equality, Fraternity--I asked
why men die for words.

I was older; men with mustaches, sideburns,
lilacs, told me the high golden words are:
Mother, Home, and Heaven--other older men with
face decorations said: God, Duty, Immortality
--they sang these threes slow from deep lungs.

Years ticked off their say-so on the great clocks
of doom and damnation, soup, and nuts: meteors flashed
their say-so: and out of great Russia came three
dusky syllables workmen took guns and went out to die
for: Bread, Peace, Land.

And I met a marine of the U.S.A., a leatherneck with a girl on his knee
for a memory in ports circling the earth and he said: Tell me how to say
three things and I always get by--gimme a plate of ham and eggs--how
much--and--do you love me, kid?

Comment by J.P. Hart on March 26, 2017 at 3:13pm

minds well donate my word processor to Habitat for Humanity. Don't know the year of the Laureate's Threes but I've it pg 191 which almost-synchronically immediately precedes Laureate Sandburg's The Liars (March 1919) pg 192.  Special thanks to Poet.Hunter


Comment by catch-22 on March 27, 2017 at 5:35am

I appreciate the little swirl ~ saludos ~

Comment by J.P. Hart on March 27, 2017 at 8:56am

well I woke up this morning, once walked the dirty breeze of the mile-high city with HST, and gulped a pitcher of Heineken with the Kingston Trio (o that whatsit allegro how Where have all the Flowers Gone, begins) and now this from you CATCH-22 with your elevator escalator to the moon (inverse crescent implied) although my old retinas saw Marx, at once with that JL headline (you kant jump off the grit) AND this one's for you: In the first six months, try only to build up your power of concentration, to create an inner calmness and serene joy. [pg. 42 Thich Nhat Hanh's The Miracle of Mindfulness (Translated by Mobi Ho) ISBN#0-8070-1232-7)

I am alert for you. Culvers, Spring Green, WI. I'm in striped pants sportin' a San Jose Sharks cap. Hope you don't mind that writerly snide 42 quote fromm MOM oh-hem. I may be making a few bucks with my aqua hour glasses, but taskmaster client is now insistent on sand from Santiago.  And who doesn't get side-tracked affixing brass hooks around a drafty house what with well washed pennies in the bell jar ~?~ 

Comment by J.P. Hart on March 27, 2017 at 9:09am

Latin wrd for correction: ought read you kant jump off the grid sentence 3  o Saskatchewan ABOVE rhythms with LOVE. DOVE FLING-WINGS-SLINKYS. O have yelled Hail Hail Chuck Berry and alas, how do those athletes pole vault 

Comment by J.P. Hart on March 28, 2017 at 12:47pm

Had the cod dinner and a concrete blitz and then more than my share of big lunch cheeseburgers with a sharp eye out for you but  what will be will be I'm taking the pink Apple watch back to the store and ha ha DEW & me are at the casino bar with his AMX beneath a cloth-bound 'Farewell to Arms' on the back bar. Yeah I know. My knees got weak! Later, I'll be shoutin' SWEET JANE, I heard these guys two nights ago

O C'mon. I didn't know DEW was planning to arm wrestle for the tab ...


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