'music has always been a matter of energy to me, ...

"Music has always been a matter of Energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed Fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio." -Hunter S. Thompson

the snow leopard...

up to a mountain cove...

In a free place
Where
Paint
&
Word
File by single file
Up to a mountain cove
In
The
Grass

the fight hommage to dinsmore and mailer...

a green like scotland...

This morning the movie house is bright
Like it was last night
A black sky under the stars it has new paint
Pink
&
A green like Scotland
Lush
&
A matinee starring
Mountain paths
&
Sea breezes
Ringed in flowers
Over the river
&
The Inn there is painted yellow this morning;
A green like Scotland
Lush

the plum boats...

a whisper...

The fog
A whisper across the table
Portraits
Of thousands
Of poets & dancers

The fog
A whisper
&
The plum boats sail off into the music

billie (redux)...

namath.

there was no movie last night...

Birds on the thistle feeder
Finches
In the rose bushes
Ladders mowers fog flower pots bean pots
Fish
,
Starfish
Glass
Foghorns
&
Paintings on the walls
.
There was no movie last night
.

#70 boat...

fiction writer and samba dancer...

A perfect sunrise on the upper floor of the movie house
This morning
On the green roof
On a blue sky
There are stars everywhere
Glints from every stainless steel chimney cap in the village
There is a laugh
&
Soul
Quiet
&
Solitude
&
Perspective
Ration & reason &
Music
;
Here
Playing at the movie house in the perfect sunrise
This morning
:
Fiction Writer and Samba Dancer oil on canvas by Asha Carolyn Young

tidesongs & tidepools...

Tidesongs & tidepools
Small flowers in the rock in the sand
Flats & sharps in the world
A
Bop
Suite
Of harmony
&
Care
In the good hearts & minds & universities
Of us
& Thelonious Monk

thelonious sketch...

2 bukowski poems...

I read two Charles Bukowski poems this morning
I lived them one time or before
I am sure
Each
.
a place in Philly & room 106

NOTE:
a place in Philly was an apartment in Boston in 1961
&
room 106 was a motel room in Afton, Wyoming on a Saturday night in 1978.

"the supreme reality...

"The supreme reality of our time is the vulnerability of this planet." -John F. Kennedy

radoslav lorkovic...