signpost ahead...

..::(1)::..

"You know you're in trouble when Rod Serling is in the room talking about you."

e's tuesday covers

An absolutely amazing cover of Rush's Subdivisions, by Jacob Moon. This is the musical standard to which I, as a guitarist, am striving toward.

something E chooses to remember...

In the Wild World

In the wild world
I would love you
without guilt
I would call you
trembling,
I would seduce you
with words,
eyes, hands, lips
careless as wind,
I would speak
all the names
of your hidden desires
and give them to you,
day after day
until you are breathless,
aching
and burning for my touch.

J.L. Stanley, 2006

a pueblo indian prayer

Hold on to what is good,
even if it's a handful of earth.

Hold on to what you believe,
even if it's a tree that stands by itself.

Hold on to what you must do,
even if it's a long way from here.

Hold on to your life,
even if it's easier to let go.

Hold on to my hand,
even if I've gone away from you.

__

Beautiful

the wisdom of oscar wilde

...who, though the few quips below are indeed shaded in hues of wisdom, was not necessarily a wise man. [disclaimer]

"A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it."

Muslims die for a lie each and every day.

"Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future."

No one is perfect, especially Christians. Sinners will never be perfect, nor forgiven.

"Self-denial is the shining sore on the leprous body of Christianity."

Christians don't follow Christianity. They follow a real and living person who can be known, loved, experienced, enthroned, and embodied... Much of what passes for Christianity is not Christianity. And, paraphrasing Mr. Wilde...

'a man is not necessarily Christian because he believes he is.'

a form to explore... on another day

Dodoitsu - a fixed folk song form of Japanese origin comprised of 26 syllables total in four lines of 7, 7, 7, 5 syllables respectively, unrhymed and non-metrical.

e's muse - no. 001

E has been overworked for much of the last two months, but still he's found some time to post here-- mish mash mostly. He hasn't seen, let alone heard from his muse for much of that time. Not a single poem written in almost two months, talk about dry spells!

But E has had other things flashing through his mind; images of canvas, fluid lines and rose madder. Wood, nails, tears and spears. Rough-hewn sketches of pain and lamentation... and hope.

E knows that the idea of 'hope' has been over-hyped and misnomered by rough political beasts on their slouching journeys toward Washington, pregnant with hate for traditional values, insistent upon allowing the unwashed unrestricted access to the killing of their unborn, all the while eargerly pushing their own malorifically dark seeds into the light of day... unabashedly and unashamed. But E is also here to tell you that there is real hope left in the world; there is real light, which has never ceased to shine, yet remains, astoundingly, unseen to so many who believe hope is altogether lost.

Where is my muse? She is here; she never left my side. I have simply ignored her that I might please others who are less lovingly appreciative and understanding of the length and breadth of my many and several talents.

Ignore her and she'll sit quietly still-- she'll never leave --but ignore her too long and she will make you earn, by sweat and labor, the return of her good and graceful attentions. Her smile alone is enough to make a man fill great canvases with seed for untold others among the muse-led multitudes.

a song of life unrEalized

Fear is the thief of dreams

fun at the chinese buffet

Here's a fun game I was introduced to early last summer, and it can only be played at the end of your meal at a Chinese restaurant. It's called "...in the bathroom."

So how's it played? At the end of the meal everyone cracks open their fortune cookie and reads aloud their fortune, adding 'in the bathroom' at the end. It makes for some great laughter at the end of what is the heaviest meal you'll likely eat that day.

Case in point. A buddy (the other E) and me went to a Chinese buffet for lunch yesterday. My fortune?

Your efforts are budding - results will soon appear

...IN THE BATHROOM!

HA! Get it?

...

I reckon ya had to be there.

better yet, don't tEach them to read

"You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them."

--Ray Bradbury

Isn't this where we already are? Government education is less about teaching than it is about indoctrination. Public education graduates more ignorants today than ... pick your own metaphor.

Here's another great quote:

"Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools."

The Apostle Paul, Romans 1:22

Don't know that book? You've proved my point...

"Because that, when they knew God, they glorified him not as God, neither were thankful; but became vain in their imaginations, and their foolish heart was darkened."

national day of prayer

Managing to put a lot of babies to bed this week I'm taking tomorrow off. It being a National Day of Prayer, I need to spend some time on my knees. It's a shame I actually need an excuse to pray. Normally I wouldn't even mention such matters, but no one reads this blog; no one cares, so I'm bragging to no one.

I'd go to the 1st baptist Church's prayer breakfast at 7:30am... but that's awfully early in the morning, and I'm not sure I want to be eating anything that early. The church I attend has midweek service on Thursday evenings so this works out well.

bEware the man of one book...

--Thomas Aquinas

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black white left right juxtoposed... spEak & be quiet

Don't let me confuse you, only let me love you when and how I choose and feel...


Learn To Be Quiet

You need not do anything.
Remain sitting at your table and listen.
You need not even listen, just wait.
You need not even wait,
just learn to be quiet, still and solitary.
And the world will freely offer itself to you unmasked.
It has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.

--Franz Kafka

someday soon...

...i'm going to turn this article into a very sensual poem, sans much of the crude imagery.


Mind Of Man: The Types Of Women That Really Turn Us On

ditto, the certain dark things

"Te amo como se aman ciertas cosa oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma."

— Pablo Neruda