Already the ripening barberries are red,
and the old asters hardly breathe in their beds.
The man who is not rich now as summer goes
will wait and wait and never be himself.
The man who cannot quietly close his eyes,
certain that there is vision after vision
inside, simply waiting until nighttime
to rise all around him in the darkness-
it's all over for him, he's like an old man.
Nothing else will come; no more days will open,
and everything that does happen will cheat him,
Even you, like a stone,
draws him deeper into the depths.
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
hail to the spirit that can unite us;
for we live really in figures. Always
go the clocks with little strides
along with our intrinsic days.
Without knowing our proper place,
we act as if from true relations.
The antennae feel their sister-stations,
and the emptiness of space
bore...pure tnesion. O music of forces...,
aren't the interruptions turned away
by the indulgent affairs of the day?
However the peasant works and sows,
he never reaches those deep sources
where seeds turn into summer.
-rilke, sonnets to orpheus.
Posted by Chris Farrell at 3/17/2015
Friday, March 13, 2015
the outer doors were a backyard and the shovels lined up in even rows
houses down the alley, shopping cart by the railroad
four old cars rusting and shining and moss-covered
and the barking of a dog
and the outer truck in working order
tiny house in gravel walls and barking
across the street a trailer
dudes working on a wrecked car
stars in the skies
the river close by
the trains running by in different tracks
and the heavy feels
and the animals and the grass
littering sideways on the road
even in the hand of the mind
the deep ditch running through the mind
and when she opens the door
pained and lined and suspicious
not far from the felony flats
near a few old trucks.
Posted by Chris Farrell at 3/13/2015
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Posted by Chris Farrell at 3/11/2015
Sunday, March 01, 2015
I often ask myself that question when I look or try to look too far into ways that aren't productive or possible for me to figure out, so I usually end up just sticking to the program and trying to screen out the negativity and all around messed up to beyond all belief nature of the question being what in the heck I was wondering of speaking of, but decided I didn't care anyway,
So back to just enjoying the weather and stuff I like doing and keep things to the positive level here.
I think somehow I can't avoid trouble, for some reason. At least we have this musical gig coming up. I don't know what the heck I'm doing tomorrow though. Maybe just the usual, or more of the usual, and maybe something healthy to eat instead of my usual unhealthy diet, or go for a walk. I sure hope the weather gets a little less cold. People are funny and unusual and the world seems incredibly messed up really, which is bizarre because I thought I liked the way this town was, but there goes to show that I'm clueless. Maybe I'd rather stay that way, not that I care anyway.
The point being, I should go back and listen to Obscured By Clouds, the whole album, at least once or twice .....
Posted by Chris Farrell at 3/01/2015