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| 2457 |
da bishop |
bishopdante(at)gmail.com |
2008-07-20 |
15:15:11 |
I'm haunted. But in a good way.
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| 2456 |
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2008-07-17 |
05:07:43 |
Also strange sensation in reading older pixes of Anno's...ones I never have, because they're before i knew him (do i beg forgivness for using that phrase without quotes??...nor more than you do for saying...This Bold Heart Beats On). They are like those universal powers in myth that are created with the language you brought forth...it's what was once lost, but you live and remember.
What touches me the most is that these fixes i know are usually written in the women you love, and though i'm taken eternally deep with that, i can't help but reading the words and thinking of your love/oneness with KjD....
As Beethoven wrote to his you know what, "My angel, my all, my very self"...i become lost in the music, the music, the music! Your other family...both/niether sum nor product of parts, yet greater than either.
Here's one that fucked me "into" holy oblivion...(which is us)
"You make me so free.
You make me so crazy and dependent.
Resplendent and helpless.
Marvellous self-indulgence runs between my two selves.
You are my purest conciseness,
the one thing being the both;
the both becoming the one.
You're my edifice ?
my opening to ancient things.
The sticky crags of heaven hang above us
and the rains collect below beneath the gibbet.
No demons here inhibit,
no God need here inspirit ?
My insular nature is lost,
and now I'm inherent in everything ever and always.
I never imagined a world so succinct and precise.
I never imagined a feeling so dense and concise.
I remember you totally ?
Openly I will receive and reduce,
and infest all the universe blessed with the curse
of your love.
Like a murderer's glove,
like an idiot's hearse, riding flat out to
nowhere, on nothing, with no one,
and everything falling away in our wake.
Fully aware in my waking,
breaking the morning with hammers,
digging up yesterday's bones,
building thrones with the skulls of those
dead at our feet,
those dying a second or two off the beat ?
out of sync.
Still linked to the shackles of Maya.
The strings of desire are plucked by
hands of a higher anointment."
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| 2455 |
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2008-07-17 |
04:58:53 |
Orbiting planets (KjD), virgin births (Alberto, Lee, Anno), and the princes (Billy)... On an empty body, but with full organs inside it that serge and soar, i've just gone through hundreds of Remembrance posts in quiet gasps and joy. All the prayers, letters, touching, i see the stars out in hordes tonight, and I wished on every one to relish and carry you like rain and wind does with the small and mighty creatures that crawl upon this earth. Endless love to all of you who have these boys and yet at the same time, miss them.
Letting myself in wasted and lost ways (and without any razor blades), i am so happy...Sweet Lee and Alberto, feel i'm coming to know you better in someway as the names of old echo onto you. Alberto who rises and falls like the tao, and Lee is rifts of the universe.
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| 2454 |
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2008-07-17 |
02:46:25 |
| Yea, the forum's back!!
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| 2453 |
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2008-07-15 |
15:52:13 |
| Hey, there's a penguin. :0
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2008-07-10 |
05:05:03 |
Here comes the night, and the weather sings something never and always known in whatever eternity seems like...
Message for Alberto. My nephew David has loved your brother Anno since he was a year old, and now that he is 3, he is coming to realize that he’s been listening to KjD over his moons and sometimes dancing, dancing in it. Those are his favorites of Dreams of Waking, and when we play the CD, he hits the radio again and again for their tracks. The other day for the first time in a while, I took him to watch music videos. He hadn‘t seen any KjD footage since he was quite small, and though he immediately recognized Anno, he was mostly quiet until a dozen or so seconds when he realized you kept Landslide beating on. “Wait, wait, wait…again, again!” He grabbed the mouse and rewound to you, playing you hitting the instruments over and over.
“Oh, that’s him! Him on the drums!”
I nodded, “That’s Alberto. You remember?”
“Yes, that’s Alberto, I want to listen to him.”
At first I thought it was because David’s a drummer at heart, and he’s been beating everything he can reach in experiments and fun since he could lift his hands, but when I asked him why he kept playing your visible parts over, he replied, “Because I love Alberto.”
David doesn’t really take up contemplation of the crash out loud, though he knows it happened. He and I talk about life and death often, but when it comes to you, Anno, and Lee, he just tells me that you‘re always there. Much Love to your family, Alberto. And very much to you and Lee and Anno…you are the “intervention of the Gods.”
Want to listen to you.
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Ned |
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2008-07-08 |
16:30:52 |
In response to posts 2442 and 2443:
sorry to say that as much as I completely agree that facebook should be obliterated and buried with all of the other mind-numbingly pointless media formats of the 21st century, I have actually taken the terrible step and created a KjD fan page on it for all those as unlucky enoughs a me to have been conned into setting up an account and who have never summoned the courage to delete it!
my excuse: almost any format that might bring KjD to even one new person who'll appriciate it is worth persuing. even though facebook is an abominable pile of shit it's still one that everyone uses, and in a way is no worse than myspace.
So for all those who already have a facebook account - come one come all and join the KjD fan page! But for all those who've yet to experience the latest stage in the decline of the west - keep away from it like the plauge!
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| 2446 |
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2008-06-29 |
21:53:45 |
| Have just spent an hour sobbing, at times almost out of control, on reading Anno's Anthology, and the outpouring of truth from those who knew him. And the attribute that keeps reoccuring again and again: his essential kindness and compassion. I am in absolutely no doubt whatsoever that Anno was a genius, and we can only be grateful that he left so many of his words behind. X
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2008-06-28 |
04:15:48 |
| Interesting. They already have a Myspace page, which you can play some songs on. Don't think you can do that with Facebook, but I have no idea how the "groups" or "soceities" work, so...???? Also re the "small voice" post, links and briefs can do wonderous things.
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2008-06-28 |
04:01:30 |
Don't mean to jump off the new subject that was started, but just for a second. Was reading more Patchen today, and so many lines were a gentle (but great) rise/drop in tempreture. This one however, haunted me with a slow, but sudden shiver, so i'm sharing it with the boys...
"And the horizon of love was the morning of the 8th day."
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2008-06-28 |
01:25:04 |
| Facebook must be buried with all the other bad things FOREVER!!! Though, for the "small voice", that's an idea that could lead people here. ;)
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| 2442 |
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2008-06-28 |
00:53:50 |
| I'd really love to see a Facebook page for KjD set up....
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| 2441 |
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2008-06-24 |
06:45:21 |
Many apologies as this should probably be in on the Rabbit page, because it's about Anno and a Prince of Rabbits, but I also feel at the moment in the bomb explosion aftermath of Remembrance...
Thanks to Anno - and someone very close to him xxx - i've been turning through page after page of Kenneth Patchen these last days. In reading and writing to/with him (with my idenity AND my ego...sorry!), I think i could violently throw many thoughts to all you beautiful people, but unlike him and Anno, i'm not a poet (just a dreamer), and such thoughts would only wobbly gavitate forward, before breaking and splatting like a water balloon that wishes it was filled blood! Will say though, with all the versions of Collaspe of the Wave Function, i'm told he's reading K.P's poetry. It's awesome to hear him say something that is "not his own". No recordings of Anno's own poems have been found, so i hear, and there is nothing so extraordianary like hearing those of his family reading 'em. It's different, but it also feels like that to hear Anno read Patchen. Especially, like with his own family, the closeness between him and another - two poets, lovers- and the words, being shared, or being watched how they "bend". As a very good and great opening such as Bruce said, "...Anno loved him, and was inspired by him, and is with him."
So i listen to Wave Function, and when i can just hear it...just touch the words, though they wear an assasin's cloak of mist and serge...i drowned into the memory of being born again. And upon breaking through the icy surface, becuase Anno and Kenneth, i feel burned far passed the state of frost bites. And through all this...this water, whether solid or liquid, it becomes it self in error, in truth...FIRE.
Anno, you may know I wrote to you a hundred thoughts in my own journal, but upon a page of the already torn book of The Dark Kingdom, I only scribbled your name along side this set of Patchen's words,
"There is nothing false in thee.
In thy heat the youngest body
Has warmth and light.
In thee the quills of the sun
Find adornment.
What does not die
Is with thee.
Thou art clothed in robes of music
Thy voice awakens wings.
And still more with thee
Are the flowers of earth made bright.
Upon thy deeps the fiery sails
Of heaven glide.
Thou art the radiance and the joy.
Thy heart shall only fail
When all else has fallen.
What does not perish
Lives in thee."
I didn't pick that poem for you, or to share with you tonight...it's just how far I got in many random openings, and it made me wonder, distinguished pleasure, and scrawl your name. Also, very curious about the last lines, especially the two bottom in the second to last verse, and inquire onto you, and onto our prince. But back to the words we can hear you read of "The Dark Kingdom" as I will head with them (and you two) now as i back away from this hedious computer screen, unbarred window to “one last chance for the small voice.” Those soaring words I can not even begin to reflect on, for i feel that we are inside of them. Well maybe not, but you are anyway, and Kenneth and as someone very dear knows, "the precious few"
And, Anno,
....HERE...
...ALL WHO...
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MamaBeeee |
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2008-05-29 |
08:29:08 |
| Am in Wales and hoping that dear Ned will help this cyber dinosaur put up some photos of S Africa - also Andrew can perhaps help with some footage as I have left the tapes with him to download (another of my technical limitations exposed...)xxxxxxxxxx
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2008-05-26 |
20:52:05 |
my own dear childhood pussycat (1978-1995) was named Marbles, and until now, bee, I have never come across another sharing his name!
avidly awaiting footage/photos of the recent Africa trips.
lots and lots of love
e-j Xx
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2008-05-25 |
18:17:21 |
| And Hurrah for the not so lost Marbles!! xxx
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2008-05-25 |
06:22:58 |
What an awfully big adventure and terrible wonder. Such Love to you, all toward the North or the South on this sphere in directionless space. "Light" you can hear him say that. Darkness...we can hear them all sing it. Kicks. Joy. Now reading this and singing the noun called Hope that is touchable...so it becomes with new names until it has no name that is not also a verb and adj and all other parts of this thing called speech that our species somehow stumbled into God knows when! Then there is no words, for though it can not be spoken of, all of you are singing...
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2008-05-23 |
18:49:23 |
| Marie and I just returned from Nairobi with plans in place for the Anno's Africa September/October workshops which are now happening in October/November. Whilst we were there we went to a photographic exhibition of images at the Go Down Arts Centre from the January riots which we found so utterly harrowing that we were unable to speak for many minutes afterwards. The photographs, by a chinese and a kenyan photographer, had an appalling beauty which made the truth that they revealed all the more potent. The Kenyan people have suffered a trauma so profound that they are still reeling from the horror of what they did to each other. Our friends are now trying to hold their fragile world together by starting up workshops on peace and reconcilliation where they try and analyze how it was that the violence took hold so suddenly and unpredictably... On a more domestic note - Marbles the cat - who vanished from Iverna Court 9 days ago, was found last night in the neighbouring basement -- hungry and frightened but seemingly none the worse for her excursion. We had rather given up on hopes of her returning alive - and so were jubilant in our celebrations at 1.00 am -- and extremely grateful to the kissing couple on next door's steps who had heard he wailing and rang our doorbell. Nick clambered down into the dark well under the outside stairs and found Marbles crouching, terrified in a junk- filled storeroom. Peggy, her fat black sister, is furious that she is back and has been hissing and swearing at her all day... xxxxxxxxxxxx
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2008-05-10 |
04:34:06 |
| Oh, guess not. Sorry. When i tried to post something a few minutes ago, a wierd flash came up, saying, "fill in your name!" But this time it cut it out. Hurrah!! xxx
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2008-05-10 |
04:31:25 |
So now we have to actually fill in a name to post something?? Awe!...this really throws off my attempt at loosing an idenity in becoming one with the universe!!
O, most wonderful!...'share the shadow, share the light' Knowing of this return to the trecherous and beautiful Neverland in Kenya, i just want to quote all your words of heartbreak/hope. So, Anno, thy Kingdom come, and the songs will playing these nights while the poems bleed out of our hearts away from the illusions of names. May the dangerous reunion be of great home comings...of which you came, of which you are all coming to. You are them, and they you, and neither and never all together as one, and infinity of idenities. In naturalness of what's she's doing, endless love to a good and great Bee...and the young kings and queens, and of all of Anno's Africa, there and everywhere.
PS and a special kiss and whisper to sweet Jannie, runner and teacher, may these artists all breathe you in. Though you'll already inside the bold beating heart...
PSS Anno, you know my insides have been howling and murmuring "Terror of Mistakes" these past days...it seems to sea and land creatures, switching with each other to explore their own world, but really...like you singing inside of the kids. So may it be echoed here...
" We are broken
and in need of adoration.
A token of my truth is here in blood -
on your walls,
on your world.
Your mirror.
Is it I who error in my thought?
You ought not to correct my splendid ways -
For I am youth!
The truth is never louder,
never bolder and more ignorant than now.
And the terror of mistake is never greater.
But we are not so fragile.
We are strongest now whilst strapped to the drum.
And we breathe to its beat.
And the heat from the sun keeps us hopeful."
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