How it happens (tragedy).

How it happens (tragedy).

brown cathedral
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10.28.2018

the sight that blinds

a seed, a thought, an insidious demon

grows with just a husk of perceived truths

fed the right diet, the right light

grows as sure as the instructions on the packet

growth is a toll,

requires space and resources in multiplying folds

this is not prophecy, this is known outcomes –

for one human to kill another

because one is perceived as less

worth less than your very own,

the demon has grown, to know

and whisper into very thought,

all starts with a seed and the room to grow


notes… this is what I wrote thinking about Pittsburgh, I was on my porch but I don’t think it fits that series or my art.

The garbage we see…

The garbage we see…

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We see garbage, and refuse every day, especially in urban centers, what do we do ?  I pick up what I can, I carry bags to pick up litter, whenever I hike I bring a bag and collect anything that should not be there, am I some hero ? hell no.  but a little effort goes a long way, see some flotsam ? take some action. I am not some radical environmentalist, just do we need to see garbage flying about the streets ?  Pick it up, do the simple things, it is just like smiling, do the little things. So… I was driving home tonight from a customer sight (and damn I have an email to shoot out, thanks for reminding me) and saw in the intersection of Magnolia and Oak Tree Road some dancing things due to the wind, it turned out to be garbage… and it inspired this…

the fault of the wind 10.27.2018

there was no parade, today
human debris
plastic bags, paper, not leaves
’tis the fault of the wind
pages dancing swirling on corner ends
across my path, to fast to catch
blown on by
into the trees and the oceans
’tis the fault of the wind

From the porch (continuing series)

From the porch (continuing series)

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This is part of my “from the porch” series where I am writing from my, um, porch, just channeling whatever comes in on the antennae, so without further delay…

10.24.2018

long gone are the soft summer nights

on this night full moon high

the august sun, is faded words on bristled pages now

the silence – – –

the silence and the still drowns out

still, desperate leaves cling

on the now loudly breeze, passing

once comfort now certain coming

for all fruits shall meet the earth

and ground, and fall, and rot

in the cold space, as the calendar turns

hope is easily dashed upon these shores

lashed by what was no more

the world retreats curls into a womb

to be born again anew (with hope)

so might a slumber rest

and unshined eyes forget

dreams to carry through this death

may a door emerge on waking breath

The infinite universe of the recipe of individuals…

The infinite universe of the recipe of individuals…

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Think about it.  No, REALLY think about it.  Every person you run into (ouch) or meet is a complete happenstance of a confluence of a great everything, a mass of variables so vast as to ache even the most agile human mind – the time you are born, when, where, how, parents, grandparents, that great great great great aunt that crossed some river for a flower way back when, all of these possibilities became you… or someone, there will never be anything the same as you @ this exact moment, or the next, think about that the next time you get mad… can you possibly know everything that baked the cake you are mad at ?

so on that subject… I wrote this @ my desk today, it was something bouncing around my head for a few days now, mostly I need to be (or am) immediate or I lose the lines, this one flowed out without doubt at my lovely inspiring cubicle…

thoughts and comments (on anything) are appreciated as are million dollar donations as alas.. I did not win the powerball drawing the other night (I was so damn sure too…), anyhoo… this blog is my thoughts (all this verbose blathering) and poetry, so onto that part of the exercise…

the bridge 10.24.2018

there is a man crossing

the bridge, across the road

I am driving on

I do not know

his destination

merely the other side

I assume,

a moving snapshot, a video clip

of memory now

so much in a time stamp

a story untold

or what I may imagine

a life, an entire life

there in a moving picture

an entire existence

passed on by

on a bridge

across the road

I was driving by.


Music ?  sure, being I am a creature of the habit note…

Eric Gales – Don’t Fear the Reaper (B.O.C. cover)

Eric was lauded as a kid as being a guitar prodigy but got sort of forgotten for some years.  I first got into him in 1993… and he is making a real name for himself now (rightfully so).  He is right handed but plays upside down left handed (that is just the way he learned so it is natural to him).   Great player, check him out if you get the chance.

On my drive down…

On my drive down…

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On my way to Cape May NJ the other week this was the first thing I wrote… it was on the way, coming over the bridge into Cape May by all the marinas…

Arrival in Cape May, NJ 10.7.2018

the sky is remarkably blue

the veritable not a cloud

gently autumn sun warming

traveling to one of my favored places in this world

(that I have been to)

and with all this

all the while, all this time-past,

I am thinking of you.

Simple thoughts for the week’s end…

Simple thoughts for the week’s end…

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As is my purview I like to post some simple thoughts, or even incomplete ones on the weekend, heck, even god rested on the seventh day, can’t I ?


9.19.2018

plant a flower, because

a buried bulb, becomes

a light in spring

a germinated seed

will explode, break through earth

paint the landscape

in brush strokes

splashes color


9.22.2018

a package left at my doorstep

postmarked by god

with no return address


9.22.2018

the sky is mud

the rain slides

hurricane rain, drives

rivers swell, rivers wide

flood stage left

rising waters, surging tide

relentless intent


9.28.2018

an old hollowed out log

lying in a bog

in a fog

I read dr seuss

to my son

unaware

of what I’ve become


Blue sky Friday 10.7.2018

stairs

of clouds

ladders

climbing to stars


10.7.2018

why would I move on

when all my instincts

tell me to hold on


Music … ?  I am going deep into my mind here… something back from college days, Liv from Norway introduced me to them and the Sugar Cubes (hello.. Bjork)

Ride – Vapor Trail

Ride – Seagull

Sort of the Euro version of REM… sort of .. ?  definitely alt, interesting vocals, drum sound, and guitar patterns.

And as always… thank ye, thank ye, thank ye if you read any of this, likes and follows are always cool, if you got a blog you think I should read, leave a comment (I rarely check my email, I’m bad with that).

Hellenistic worship…

Hellenistic worship…

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10.16.2018

the warming glow of the autumn sun

the never ending energy

at least

on these, our granted eyes

this captured time

all that I can compare

the limits of which I know

and there

the sun, timeless in our time

will expand out into the cold


Notes: I am referencing this post a little, but also I think often of the scale of time and how we find such ‘importance’ in things which are just pebbles in a stream, I am not saying throw it all away but perspective is a curious friend to have informed/interesting conversations with, I am being poetic and scientific, it is an odd pairing to be sure, but that is me, that is my mix, I am floral biological chemistry in motion, or at least that is my best analogy for this whole thing, the sun is more than just some ball, it is a star, this huge engine of massive energy pulsing out light (and more) every single moment of every day for billions of years, almost hard to wrap your noggin around, but I am fascinated by it, as our ancestors were, how far removed from them are we ?  silly, not much, even though we think we are so advanced, we are all still stuck here on this one planet, in one system, in one galaxy, it is quite humbling… and then you can get into multi-verses, dimensions, what was before the universe before the universe (something had to exist didn’t it ? there is a beginning of everything.. isn’t there?)… it is exhausting, but why not postulate and probe and try, to reach, the stars, and all, because this, is all, we know.


music… I’ll post one of my fave bands (as usual)

Voivod – Moonbeam Rider

Spacey and airy… Piggy (RIP) was such a unique player, just a damn one of a kind band all around, I love how this song is like space thrash with awesome bass. I wanted to post some At The Drive In as that is what I was jamming to on the traffic home tonight but oh well… there is always next time…

Any and all thoughts/comments (suggestions ?) are appreciated… or ignored, depends on my mood… (kidding ! sheesh !)

For you, my love.

For you, my love.

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10.15.2018

I do not want to admit, the reality

you have residence, in my consciousness

I have not met with such happiness, ever since

I tried to turn the lights out

cut the power lines

eviction in the place of conviction

I want to be all you ever know

to live up to being the one you loved

but now I am but a shrinking star

lost, somewhere, on your horizon


notes… sometimes I just write things that hurt me to the core, because truth can be brutal, but it is truth, I may hate it, I may hate myself for my own self, for losing her, it is easy to look back, it is not easy to not regret the fact.

Thomas Alva Edison Memorial Park…

Thomas Alva Edison Memorial Park…

Sometimes something is right under your nose, and you take it for granted (even though it is granite), this site is literally within walking… er, I doubt I would walk that far, um, a 5 minute hop in the ole automobile thing from my abode, in past years (my youth, where did that go?) this site was in disrepair, and frankly quite sad, given the man (Thomas Alva Edison), enlightened us (quite literally), although his greatest invention is probably the phonograph (he bought the patent (rights) to the light bulb and made the real first working one, it wasn’t really his idea totally – initially), so with all my incessant babbling I am trying to say the Edison Memorial tower is right here in my home town of (drum roll) Edison! (New Jersey), I surely think locals treat this place like the Mt Rushmore of nowheresville but it is significant history right here in our backyard (quite literally, it is off a semi main road tucked into a neighborhood where Edison had a house).  I shot some video also of the site if you would like a virtual tour (which got interrupted by some of the local urban deer, I thought they might jump me, they looked tougher than venison usually is), luckily I escaped with my life from these rapscallions…

Hot Stuff baby tonight…

Hot Stuff baby tonight…

Well, my brother (hey Greg) dropped me off a bundle of goodness, an absolutely mind (and tongue) numbing array of hot peppers, a veritable smorgasbord of chile pepper  goodness all grown local…

Pic 1 is the bundle… oh man, I love hot peppers, totally my jam, pic 2? datil peppers or maybe some chinese habaneros (either way balls hot on the scoville scale), pic 3? looks like jamaican habaneros… not 100% sure on that, pic 4?  woah boy… I know those, I used to have a coworker from Trinidad and he would bring me these back (illegally) and ‘saus’ (which was a very vinegary mixture of these peppers and onions in questionable jars… almost clear-ish with the bodies of the peppers evident within like skeletons), those are the mighty Trinidad Scorpion pepper (so named because they have a stinger like tail thing at their base… and man alive they are hot, they once were considered the hottest pepper on the planet, I have tried these raw and I do not recommend it, they are friggin brutal (all heat not much flavor), they can be tamed (somewhat) by cooking them into sauce but be careful!  pic 5? easy, thai chiles,  not to downplay them at all, they pack a wallop for their size, tons of seeds which means tons of capsaicin, these are wonderful dried and used later, pic 6 ?  ahhh… personally my favorite of all the hot chiles, orange habaneros… they have a fruity tone (once you get past the intense heat) , I love these, they are to me the best hot pepper there is, I think they have fantastic flavor from nose to tongue while delivering incinerating chile heat, pic 7 ?  I think these are Rocoto peppers… not sure, but they were way larger than the other ones and resembled bell peppers which is why I think they are Rocotos (and they are relatively mild).

So… what to do with all this fiery goodness? Make hot sauce silly!  There is all sorts of sauce recipes on this internet thing… so, being the self indulgent chef I am I winged it based on some basic research…. you need a base, some tomato paste (or carrot puree if you want to go that way or maybe mango or pineapple), add some apple cider vinegar to thin it out (about half of the tomato paste volume), bring it to a roil (not a boil) and then add your chopped chiles (with seeds if you are like me), add water as you simmer it down (over about 30 min), the thickness will talk you into what you need to do, taste it as you go, add some garlic, personally I added some alder wood smoked salt for boss taste, I also added some fresh herbs (oregano bunch), I cooked it all down, let it cool… and then pureed it… and man oh man… I have a delicious XXX sauce on my hand to add to whatever for the next few months, and all it takes is a spoonful of it.

One of the best sites I have found about hot peppers is THIS ONE…. sorry to yell, but man, I love the peppers, and that site covers most of them, it is impossible to keep up these days, but I have had most of those peppers, a local awesome vendor (one of my accounts actually) carries a great array of fresh peppers (even ghost on occasion !).  Thoughts and recipes or links or whatever are appreciated ! thanks! (and does anyone get the Donna Summers reference in my title line.. sheesh…)