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smeared with mud, covered with dust, smiling.Jack Lordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299724889245447593noreply@blogger.comBlogger303125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15464462.post-38583794758684546162013-07-09T22:09:00.000-07:002013-07-09T22:09:20.383-07:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I'm on a boat </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">My beard in the breeze</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Symptom of the Universe</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Complete the Circle</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">All is well </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">All is well</span>Jack Lordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299724889245447593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15464462.post-90675733543237366522013-05-08T13:34:00.001-07:002013-05-08T13:38:49.838-07:00Freewheel Burning<span style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">Freewheel Burning they come to snuff the Rooster crossing the Devil's Fork with two shakes of a Lamb's Ear We are Free Rinse Repeat </span>Jack Lordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299724889245447593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15464462.post-36045957094655247342012-05-31T13:43:00.001-07:002012-05-31T13:43:37.304-07:00"The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers." - BashoJack Lordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299724889245447593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15464462.post-19805093587384485282012-05-25T00:19:00.003-07:002012-05-25T00:19:39.579-07:00“I have a lot of control in my life and I just wanted to let go of the reins a little bit, have an adventure."<a href="http://laughingsquid.com/john-waters-picked-up-hitchhiking-by-indie-band-in-ohio/">John Waters Picked up Hitchhiking by Indie Band in Ohio</a><br />
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<br />Jack Lordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299724889245447593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15464462.post-83726350754359478752012-05-10T14:09:00.001-07:002012-05-10T14:09:59.833-07:00Deliverance"Attain deliverance in disturbances" Jack Lordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299724889245447593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15464462.post-37962620879694716092012-05-04T10:42:00.001-07:002012-05-04T10:42:23.037-07:00VariationVariation On A Theme By Rilke<br />
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saying and singing what it knew: I can.Jack Lordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299724889245447593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15464462.post-66158048881044754082011-12-30T12:16:00.001-08:002011-12-30T12:16:00.389-08:00When morning arose<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Some paint the scenario in broad, catastrophic strokes, expecting something -- they're not sure what -- that will have the impact of a large meteor strike or nuclear war or pandemic disease. Others harbor a more benign but equally fuzzy expectation, speculating that maybe some higher psychic powers will kick in to the multitudes all at once, or that benevolent extraterrestrials will arrive to solve our energy crisis.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">What very few of the prophets do, however, is make a precise prediction about exactly what will happen. Their visions contain no assurances, no specifics. And in my view, that's worse than useless. It fills us with a vague buzz of fear or amorphous sense of hope, but offers no concrete directions about what to do to prevent the dreaded thing or help create the hoped-for thing.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And the fact is, as I see it, they can't possibly know what the Big Shift is -- if, that is, a Big Shift is really looming. The very nature of any Big Shift will be so unexpected, so beyond our imaginations, and so utterly alien to what we understand, that we can't possibly delineate its contours in advance.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I'm reminded of Jung's formula, which is that we don't so much solve our problems as we outgrow them. We add capacities and experiences that eventually make us bigger than the problems.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When the Big Shift comes, whether or not it comes in the twinkling of an eye, it will be something that no one foresaw, let alone described in detail. It will be beyond our comprehension, unlike anything we could have visualized headed our way. (Thirty years ago, did anyone imagine the Internet or the impact it's having?)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And if that's true, then the inescapable conclusion is: There's no use trying to plan ahead for it. It's counterproductive to hold a particular scenario in our mind as the likely development. And it's downright crazy to harbor a chronic sense of dread about an unknowable, unimaginable series of events.</span><br />
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chapter oneJack Lordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299724889245447593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15464462.post-22448431516599959382010-10-14T20:25:00.000-07:002010-10-14T20:27:21.204-07:0022 years = rows of corn side by side miles beyond the orange horizon<div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span id="internal-source-marker_0.14712226507253945" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">sunrise today elementary taxi ride through Tacoma's charcoal streets morning school drop-off up through the gates she goes turns to wave blows a kiss a bell rings AND it's 1988 Red Beetle 73 rolling hills Polk County i was raw play-doh fresh out of the plastic cup thin as a heron in black high-tops getting better everyday Tesla mechanical resonance</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">cassette magnetic tape TDK up to 11 Pioneer speakers thumpin the back seat Pacific Highway south for the winter more academia for whatever</span></div>Jack Lordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299724889245447593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15464462.post-44361695470410766122010-10-03T13:58:00.000-07:002010-10-03T13:58:54.578-07:00after three days<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It was like a church to me.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I entered it on soft foot,</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Breath held like a cap in the hand.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It was quiet.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">What God was there made himself felt,</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Not listened to, in clean colours</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">That brought a moistening of the eye,</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In movement of the wind over grass.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">There were no prayers said. But stillness</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Of the heart's passions -- that was praise</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Enough; and the mind's cession</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Of its kingdom. I walked on,</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Simple and poor, while the air crumbled</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And broke on me generously as bread.</div>Jack Lordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299724889245447593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15464462.post-22425185904987483532010-05-21T01:02:00.000-07:002010-05-21T01:02:32.405-07:00black pint lullaby<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">the vine that strangles the tree embrace your demon and it will spit in your face break your favorite things spread darkness like black marmalade mess up what you had in place so a pint for the lost a pint for the dead a pint for those who left a pint for those who ran away a pint for Love a pint for Hate a pint for Truly a pint for Fools a pint to all my friends a pint to everyone i have ever been they say there is strength in numbers so put it on my tab i will gladly repay you tuesday in black globlets washed up on key west for tonight i couldnt find the table my face was planted on nor the front door the last call the street lit up by oblivions light</span><br />
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