he started to write that half the time he didnt know what he was getting into

HALF.

Are you fuckin kiddin me

Not half by a long shot

Half was fuckin generous to somebody he wasnt

HALF?

Restatement Redo Requiredpull your head out of your ass

starting to act like a flamingo with its head buried in the sand(YES  --  he knew it was a fuckin ostrich  --  Run with it  --  a Beast of a flamingo Bright pink like lips you wouldnt want to stop kissing for all the T in China Artfully standing on one leg Head in the yellow sand  --  colourful  --  visual)

Begin it again

                        ah  beget agin

MOST   of the time he hadnt a clue what he was getting himself into or how it was going to pan out 

but he loved to play

 

he was five minutes fifteen seconds into Teiji Itos Tenno ii (1964) *

then he jumped the opening track of John Zorns The Big Gundown (1985) **

and when both were finished  

after some time had elapsed   

he inadvertently recognised
he had circled around onto Zorns Spillane(part2/3)  its 10:30 - minute mark as Tenno was playing again at its 1:30 mark

didnt have to be a genius to recognise he could restore what he had just listening to
he could recreate it
                                have Tenno cued up and bang it home as Spillane tripped nine minutes

they were Arresting

during Tenno and The Big Gundowns duet his girlfriend walked in on him

he felt warmly odd 

                                as if she walked in on the middle of him squeezing one off(which he often encouraged her to do  --  men and women werent that different when requisite sexual fantasies were tallied)

--   Sounds like Floyd

You know the one 

strangling his sexual tension by its neck he said

Sixty-nines   Ummagumma

--   Thats the one

But its not

she listened some more

began feeling like a voyeur

Jaysus  How many tracks are you playing over each other

--   Two  Merging really nice  arent they

listening

--   They really are  Hats off to you

I dont know how you do it   Or why

I remember you playing four different tracks and how well they meld

--   The orgy . . .

--   Yeah that

--                        . . . of ears

--   I know I know

But youd rather I say so  dont you

--   Yes  

please

--   Okay

                                                                                                                                           

she took a deep reluctant breath 

Its just like the music is fucking you in the ears rolling you over and fucking you again

--   That   didnt hurt                                                   much

--   No                                  not much

Im outaheer 

he continued following the music like he was curling back the pages of a girlie magazine

4:15  --  Spillanes(part3/3)

9:40  --  Tenno ii

then

        thoroughly exploited                                                                                                                 

he bungled in his everwidereaching wayward ways

                                                                                                                           

articles he clipped that fascinated him
or drew his disdain

hed be better served to call them his disdaincination

he had to find this shit Now  and read it:

                                                                  “Inside the state-funded yeshiva, a rabbi named Yitzhak Shapira . . . instructed students in what rules must be applied when considering killing non-Jews . . . non-Jews are ‘uncompassionate by nature’, (he) cites rabbinical texts to declare that gentiles could be killed in order to ‘curb their evil inclinations’ . . . ‘There is justification for killing babies if it is clear that they will grow up to harm us, and in such a situation they may be harmed deliberately, and not only during combat with adults.’” ***

                                                                                                                 Boy   if that didnt take the stiff out of his cock

0022,  Sunday,  28  6. 15

1501,  Sunday,  28  6. 15

* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvVc0jblvUQ

** https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=72Pftl5CUgs&list=PL3F8A789E1622C1C5

*** http://www.tomdispatch.com/post/175334/tomgram:_max_blumenthal,_the_great_fear_/

watching Scarborough afFair(2)

he listened to a report of the wildfire near the city limits of Lompoc California

the television news personality reporting  

made him think the reporter should have changed his name to Shagwell and had a career in porn

                                                                   said the fire had burned three hundred acres

sipping an Imperial IPA at a local brewery he turned to his girlfriend and said  Three hundred acres aint nothing   

Last week a fire at Park Hill near Santa Margarita California burned a thousand acres

Now itd be News if Shagwell(she gave him a doubletake) reported the wildfire burned three hundred acres  And a pastor

0137,  Twosday,  30  6. 15    

--   Ya  just  cant  keep    yer  mouth  shut

canya

--   No 

I cannot

--   Ya really cant

--   I cant

--   Ya cant  do ya realise where ya might be taday  or have gone  if ya did

--   No

I bear no malice of forethought to any parcel of my life

It gives me trouble 

                              but goodness knows its saved me trouble too

The way I see it  namatter  its a coin toss 

Or you can sit on your ass finger the cards your dealt eyeball everyone around the table

eye the cards up   but everyones telling themselves a different story and listening

intently

              Didnt see that one comin   did you

So

Im begrudged to say my peace and let things fall where they may

I refuse to react               

 --   Too bad you werent taught better

--   Taught better 

                                                                                           

Well  taught implies learning and learning never came easy to me  even if I was enthused

Maybe I had a short attention span 

Or maybe  Im just easily bored

--   Or maybe somebody should ought to have beat ya

--   When 

would that have happened

--   Shouldve happened at the getgo

--   You think it didnt

The nice thing about beat early 

is that fear dissipates early

Then they found themselves beating on nothing 

And thats no fun

is it

I imagine like pounding on a piano    and no sound comes out   

All those black and white keys    and nothing comes out

--   But ya got   some thing    whirlin inside ya head

--   I do

Youd be nuts to beat on a kids head

Tough to talk your way out of repeated blacks eyes busted noses

even a retard can get their hands out in front of them when they go down

So they didnt break my jaw

and my mouth went off 

                                       whenever

I wanted it to

Then I grew out of short pants   evened scores                                  

                                                                             without malice of forethought

as they occurred

You could say Im as spontaneous as flint and steel

--   Maybe I could say

if I could get a word in edgewise

--

--  

--   Missed an opportunity                                                                                                                  

--   Nah I didnt  Ya were teasin

--   I was

No cat getting my tongue

You see

then 

         I forced myself to keep my mouth shut

then I became fearless

                                     and ever since

I move my jaws and tongue

I spit out the iron bit

and I aint going backwards to hold my tongue   for  nothing     

                                                                                                 and no one

I could assume Gaaaad I hate that word   if I were silent      I could endure a beating

likely too  psychically speaking  it stands to reason  why I probably wouldnt hold my tongue to save my life

Its a triggered response  Pavlovian   I salivate  Ring a bell                      

Ring a bell an Im off my stool out of my corner 

Ive always been able to count on a corner of a room to have my back

From there you can see whats coming   and aint nobody going to creep up on you an stab you in the back

--   Lonely  I would think 

in a corner

--   No  not really   

Its only big enough for one

  

0027,  Saturday,  27  6. 15

Written to (and can be read to) John Cages Dream (1948)    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hVFCmK6GgM