Monday, February 2, 2009

200. NOTHING IS LEFT - JUST GIVE IT UP

NOTHING IS LEFT -
JUST GIVE UP
(an abstract)
'Living for me is like pulling teeth' -
an orphan of the inner left at Olivia's
bacchanal. Pontiac Solwind and the
Kingfish Quartet themselves playing in person
every song you've ever heard before and they'll
be joyously performing for free in order to support
the cause. And if there's no cause, they'll find one.
But neither will the bankers nor the accountants know
what's going on - SO walk with me down the devil streets
seeking lights between lights and the shadows of
every wall. Step down as we deliver the goods we're
carrying and never ask for thanks or recognition -
merely go about our individual duties invisibly,
sharing the moment together: avenue, street
courtyard and lane in every combination
that exists, and anyone who wants merely
to talk about the old days can have them.
[Dog Bark Little Sarah]. 'Nothing is left;
just give up...in a fire where all things
are tamed.' And at that very moment
the doors of perception, (just as I
figured), slammed shut.

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