One Last Fresh Breath

The Song of Wandering Aengus

I went out to the hazel wood,
because the fire was in my head,
I cut and peeled a hazel wand,
and hooked a berry to a thread;
and when white moths were on the wing,
and moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped a berry in a stream
and caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
but something rustled on the floor
and something called me by my name
it had become a glimmering girl
with apple blossoms in her hair
who called me by my name and ran
and vanished into the glimmering air.

Though I am old with wandering
through hollow lands and hilly lands
I will find out where she has gone
and kiss her lips and take her hands
and walk out among long dappled grass
and pluck til time and times are done
the silver apples of the moon
the golden apples of the sun.

When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And someone called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun. Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

sound stage sucker

Punched in the fuckin face
Conway Arkansas
doom of the deep south
sets fire to reason.

Deer antler pentagram
flathead catfish
bring heavy metal death
this is all that matters
yer bros yer anger
not bad not now not ever.

Where can I find the one wise
to skies and flights of birds
the arcing swoop of owls
and vulture spiral sentences?

I am uncertain.

An Ozark wedding in the River

I attended the greatest wedding ever. This wedding happened in the shadow of Missouri highest point, Tom Sauk Mountain, on the Black River here a couple three weeks ago. I didn't really know the bride or groom. I biked there with Gabe and Jonathan. Gabe was buddies with the folks who were getting married, Patty and Miller, and most everyone that was to attend. I had met the wedding band before, The Rats and People, when I was touring with a metal band named Condor. The Rats and People love to party and play ping pong, so I really loved hanging out with them and drinking and taking off our shirts and falling on our faces together, and they took to calling me "Hardcore Jesus," I guess cause I have long hair and was playing in a metal band. But that was all a couple years before the wedding. And so now we all collided at the Black River there by Tom Sauk and we were on bikes and arrived at the campground where the wedding was to occur the night before the wedding, thinking that the place would be buzzing with moms and dads putting up streamers and centerpieces. But instead, nobody was there at all and it cost like $20 to camp at the place and we usually try to camp for free under a bridge or something, so we just told the folks that own the place that we're with the wedding party and they'll pay for our camping the next day. So we set up camp and drink our beers and do a little fishing, all the time watching for the arrival of a wedding caravan, but they never show.

Until the next afternoon when Gabe and Jonathan and I are wading in the river, grokking a bald eagle with a fuckin 10 foot wingspan and catching stripers, and suddenly there are vans and cars and shit rumbling down the gravel road into the campground and it's clear it's the wedding party, woo-hoo, and yee-ha, splish-splash our way back to camp, hey, hey, hey, let's party. And suddenly the quiet campground is buzzin, goodbye eagles, and they've got Busch in camo cans, and dogs, and tents, and flower arrangements done by a beautiful tattooed person, and we all help with the flowers and give hugs and slug beers as fast as we can. And folks are playing fiddles and guitars and before we know it the wedding is actually happening and we all walk down to the gravel bar and into the river, cause this wedding is gonna happen in the river and that's beautiful and makes a lot of sense. More sense than a church. I think we got some pics of this, and I guess I posted them above, which is not where I most wanted them, but I don't get all of this. So the first pic up there is the bride, Patty, and the groom, Miller. I don't remember the official bro's name, but he was really nice. And check it out - the wedding is happening in the river! The other picture is of everybody walking down to the river to have the ceremony. You can see the band, who played right on the gravel bar, and I'm kinda in the foreground there with a dog and a beer. A good life!


It was all immaculate and left me loving life and everyone else. We kept a fire going the whole time we were there. I slept in a very small tent with Gabe and Jonathan both and it was a fart box but I spooned both of them from time to time throughout the night.

To Do: Dice, Flyers, Bank, Mail a Letter to London

Juan's virtual fritos
A dwarf turd
My brother
and
my stamp collection
and
a swimming pool of crystals
with a fairy lifeguard
jungle rhythms
future happiness
all the soil in soilville
my sister Ruth
Bloody Fear of Vomit
cough drops
a dark elf shortstop
a coffee bean
bloody arm
the moons of Jupiter - all of them!
a grasshopper with gas
all Latvian huffers and gooch snurchers
two dung beetles named Lester
some used tires

Droppin a Blog For Ya'll.

Here's me with a cool dude Robin and I met
at the Arkansas State Fair.

Today we found mushrooms. Me and Robin, Mark, Sujith, and Sam went mushroom hunting down here in the Conway, Arkansas area and we found some primo specimens. Hell yes. A couple of chanterelles, some puffballs, and a really large bearded tooth. Probably the largest bearded tooth I've ever found. We are gonna chow some mushies and catfish for dinner tomorrow night.

Hey, this is the first blog post (or whatever they're called) I've every written. And I've probably only read one or so - written by Robin. So I guess I gotta just let er rip and if this sucks, I'm sorry.

I've been traveling by bicycle for awhile. Not a neatly planned, linear, cross-country route, but a meandering and spontaneous pedal about. I'm trying to visit friends, National Forests, beautiful parts of the US, and find some killer parties. Right now I find myself in Conway Arkansas, visiting my dear friends Mark Spitzer and Robin Becker. These guys are great hosts and hella writers and college teachers. I've learned lots from both of them about fishing, rocknroll, life, and writing. So it's great to be here visiting these life bros.

I was biking with Gabe and Jonathan through Missouri and Northern Arkansas. Jonathan departed in the crystal lands of Eureka Springs to head south to Clarksville AR where he'll work on an organic farm and live in a tent for school. He's a college student and that's class for him! Beautiful. Gabe came down to Conway with me. He is an immaculate guitar-slingin Mayan poet, who plays a version of "The Song of Wandering Aengus" that'll make a fall into the campfire and love it as you burn your brain and melt into dreaming sleep. Next up, Guatemala it is said.