Everyman

Everyman

     A novel, within a fairy tale,  that chronicles some of the beats, who were the romantic heros of my time.        

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                                               Bob Dylan - Gates Of Eden

~~~There Is No Use In Trying~~~Bob Dylan

Dylan

Kinfonet Quote of the Day: When you understand the full significance of not desiring to gain, to accumulate, then there is no longer the struggle to get rid of something.

Krishnamurti

~~~~~~~Bob Dylan~~~~~~~

~~~~~~~Like A Rolling Stone~~~~~~~

My Back Pages

Joan Osborne and Jackson Browne

The Great American Spiritual Desert

Goddamn Bats

WHEN THE GOING GETS WEIRD, THE WEIRD TURN PRO
And that, I think, was the handle-that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of old and evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look west, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark-that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson

Hunter called Las Vegas~~~The Savage Heart of The American Dream~~~and so it is, but The Real American Dream died and was buried a long time ago~~~as most of her remains are scattered about the grounds and rolling hills of Robert E. Lee's old homestead~~~aka~~~Arlington National Cemetery. American Mythology? She's embalmed in all manner of smiley faces~~~locked behind the corporate gates~~~of Disneyland. America's had a tough time of it~~~we haven't had a good spiritual rain since The '60s~~~and the drought has startlingly revealed some very ugly characters. George W. Bush, Dick Cheney, Rush Limbaugh, Glen Beck, Sarah Palin~~~cardboard people with plastic values~~~Christ I don't even wanna' take the time to name them all. Drought takes it's toll. The character of people that America has produced has reached another low tide. Rabid Fundamentalism~~~a 'kin to that ole Manifest Destiny that 'et up most of the original Americans and their buffalo~~~is a viral infection in merica's thinkin'. There are a lot of Spiritual Idjiots on the loose these days~~~all 'a thinkin' that they can't be wrong 'cause God is on their side. Holy Smokin' Jesus~~~I wish that Hunter had lived to see this crazy-assed party we're having here on Desolation Row~~~or maybe it's Highway 61~~~I don't know~~~maybe Dylan does.

It's Alright Ma (i'm only bleeding)

Bob Dylan

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon

The handmade blade

The child's balloon

Eclipses both the sun and moon

To understand you know too soon

There is no sense in trying

Pointed threats they bluff with scorn

Suicide remarks are torn

From the fool's gold mouthpiece

The hollow horn

Plays wasted words

Prove to warn

That he not busy being born

Is busy dying

Temptation page flies out the door

You follow, find yourself at war

Watch waterfalls of pity roar

You feel to moan, but unlike before

You discover that you just be

One more person crying

So don't fear, if you hear

A foreign sound in your ear

It's alright Ma

I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall

Private reasons great or small

Can be seen in the eyes of those that call

To make all that should be killed, to crawl

While others say, don't hate nothin' at all

Except hatred

Disillusioned words like bullets bark

As human gods aim for their mark

Make everything from toy guns that spark

To flesh colored Christs that glow in the dark

It's easy to see without lookin' to far

That not much

Is really sacred

While preachers preach of evil fates

Teachers teach that knowledge waits

Can lead to hundred dollar plates

Goodness hides behind it's gates

But even The President of The United States

Sometimes must have

To stand naked

And though the rules of the road have been lodged

It's only people's games you got to dodge

And it's alright Ma

I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you

Into thinking you're the one

That can do what's never been done

That can win what's never been won

Meantime life outside goes on

All around you

You lose yourself, you reappear

You suddenly find you got nothin' to fear

Alone you stand with nobody near

And a trembling distant voice unclear

Startles your sleeping ears to hear

That somebody thinks

They really found you

A question in your nerves is lit

Yet you know there is no answer fit

To satisfy, insure you not to quit

To keep it in your mind and not fergit

That it is not he or she or them or it

That you belong to

Although the masters make the rules

Of the wise men and the fools

I got nothing Ma

To live up to.

For them that must obey authority

That they do not respect in any degree

Who despise their jobs, their destinies

Speak jealously of them that are free

Cultivate their flowers to be

Nothing more than something

They invest in

While some unprinciples baptized

To strict party platform ties

Social clubs in drag disguise

Outsiders achin', freely criticize

Tell nuthin' except who you idolize

And say God bless him

While the one who sings with his tongue on fire

Gargles in the rat race choir

Bent out of shape by society's pliers

Cares not to come up any higher

But rather get you down in the hole

That he's in

But I mean no harm or put fault

On anyone that lives in a vault

But it's alright Ma

If I can please him.

Old lady judges watch people in pairs

Limited in sex they dare

To push fake moral insult and stare

While money doesn't talk, it swears

Obscenity, who really cares

Propaganda, all is phony

While them that defend what they cannot see

With a killer's pride, security

It blows their minds most bitterly

For them that think death's honesty

Won't fall upon them naturally

Life sometimes

Must get lonely

My eyes collide head on with stuffed

Graveyards, false gods, I scuff

At pettiness which plays so rough

Walk upside down inside handcuffs

Kick my legs to crash it off

Say okay, I've had enough

What else can you show me

And if my thought dreams could be seen

They'd probably put my head in a guillotine

But it's alright Ma

It's life and life only.

We're All Just Camping Out

I was born here and I'll die here, against my will

I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still

Every nerve in my body is so naked and numb

I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from

Don't even hear the murmur of a prayer

It's not dark yet, but it's getting there

Bob Dylan, Not Dark Yet, 1997

Yeah, everything is temporary too. Death touches everything and it just falls apart. Everything you see. Nothing lasts forever. Sun, moon, stars, earth, even the good old USA, you name it~it's gonna die. My body is my tent, and I'm here for only a little while longer. Funny thing is, I sure ended up camping out in a low rung of existence. Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve this, but like Dylan, I can't remember either. I don't know, and that's the beauty of it, but it's dark here in this twisted dualistic world, and people even act like they're not camping out. Damn. You'd think I'd be better at picking out a camping spot. I was a Boy Scout :) But, nevermind the nature of the location, what is the essence of camping out? It means you ain't home :)