Sunday, January 31, 2016
Friday, January 29, 2016
Posted by Chris Farrell at 1/29/2016
Thursday, January 28, 2016
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
The point being, suffused somehow, in an aura of innocent romanticism, of this beauty was more than he could bear, especially as he was a fan of women...who understands the predilections of the male mind? He was feeling somewhat loathsome and sorry earlier in the day, having seen the sweat off a Heineken....and received a mechanism in the ....forgot my train of thought.
Posted by Chris Farrell at 1/27/2016
Monday, January 25, 2016
Posted by Chris Farrell at 1/25/2016
Friday, January 22, 2016
I had given up on that bar because of too many hassles, but also I quit drinking, but anyway, walked down...nice walk, ...the band wasn't really my style and I didn't want to drink, so I left, although I wanted to see Old Age and Wups, but they weren't on yet, or something.
OMG, no real human contact today IRL, other than various text messages, emails, and ..well, actually I did quite a bit.
recorded a couple songs.
Man did I feel baked out there. I had smoked a bunch of weed and when I went out I could barely think. So now I'm home smoking more...play some music too.
Posted by Chris Farrell at 1/22/2016
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Monday, January 18, 2016
Sunday, January 17, 2016
Saturday, January 16, 2016
Alex had been riding out by himself over in Chinatown trying to find a sector for, we drifted over to North Beach...this was a while ago, when SF was still cool....so anyway I said that the thing about Diana is she's really beautiful which is actually the cool thing in a lot of ways. Other than that, the fog spun over the ocean and surfers were still out there, around Sausalito, in the sand.
Posted by Chris Farrell at 1/16/2016
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Who goes amid the green wood
With springtide all adorning her?
Who goes amid the merry green wood
To make it merrier?
Who passes in the sunlight
By ways that know the light footfall?
Who passes in the sweet sunlight
With mien so virginal?
The ways of all the woodland
Gleam with a soft and golden fire-
For whom does all the sunny woodland
Carry so brave attire?
O, it is for my true love
The woods their rich apparel wear-
O, it is for my own true love,
That is so young and fair.
A poem from James Joyce, one of my favorite poets, along with Wordsworth, Dickinson, Whitman, Keats, Blake, Jeffers, .... Homer
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you- Nobody -Too?
then there's a pair of us
don't tell, they'd advertise- you know
How dreary, to be, Somebody!
How public, like a frog
to tell one's name the livelong June
to an admiring bog!
Posted by Chris Farrell at 1/13/2016
Saturday, January 09, 2016
the best of both worlds, or so I until
trekking back through the years
wondering about some cats.
wondering what's to eat
the lentil soup came out not so good
I'm off my game in the cooking department
and still eating quite an unhealthy diet
still unable to find time to translate Tanizaki....
probably not the worst thing in the world
"well alright you can sit over here", sharon seemed to say...
Posted by Chris Farrell at 1/09/2016
Wednesday, January 06, 2016
I stood tiptoe upon a hill,
The air was cooling, and so very still,
That the sweet buds which with a modest pride
Pull droopingly, in slanted curve aside,
Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems,
Had not yet lost those starry diadems
Caught from the early sobbing of the morn.
The clouds were pure and white as flocks new shorn.
On First Looking into Chapman's Homer
Much have I traveled in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold;
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new plant swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He started at the Pacific-and all his men
Looked at each other with wild surmise-
Silent, upon a peak in Darien
Posted by Chris Farrell at 1/06/2016