Saturday, July 4, 2009

cafe nola story redit

thought id better add a picture too.

Sweet Jesus.  a split personality sings. 


Ruth   performed at an open mike. She got asked to return and it seemed to go off well. She got lots of positive feedback. She continued her ad lib song, her rap, her crap, her beat in  her feet, as she walked, singing and rhythmically swinging along.

On a performer’s high, she walked to the drug store parking lot where she remembered parking her car.  The sign said :

Walgreen’s Customer Parking. 30 min limit. Unauthorised vehicles will be towed. She remembered thinking , i will just go for half an hour or check if its ok to park here seeing walgreens must be closing soon- its after ten already.


There were two cars at the other end of the parking lot but hers was not in sight.  A colored man on a bicycle rode past. I didnt say if he was colored black or white mind.

A man on a bicycle rode past as Ruth considered her options, 

husband out of town,

 most generous person to beg a favor from rumored to be sinking into an alchoholic stupor. 

NO DUJKING PHONE NUMBER ON THE SIGN.!!!

She recalled once having been towed when she parked beside a towing sign which she had not seen.



 Gripping her bag and her spirits tightly, Ruth turned to hurry to the CafeNola  - this  oh so cool venue where she had felt part of the hip happening scene,  cos the performances were stellar and she had been around the block more than once. i.e she Knew.


 This present Now challenged her philosophy. She dealt with the moment less smilingly than before, certainly, and the song was DOA on her lips.

She would ask if they knew which number to call. She could get a taxi to the impound - if they were open. fourth of july weekend. She remembered the horrendous dollars charged per day and the hoops required to be jumped through last time Richard had rescued her in this predicament.


Coming around the corner, she saw the folks leaving the cafe. A group of youngsters was standing  in the parking lot. She recognised the gorgeous smile of the peachbrown dude in the green t shirt,  the  black haired kid with the chunky hair cut and appealing  stockiness, whose performance had wowed her earlier. There was a slender youth  with a yellow Tshirt imprinted HUR  LEY  HUR  LEY 

There was ‘a young woman’ ( formerly known as ‘a virgin’ in the days Before Christo. like Mary y’know. There is just one word for ‘young girl”and for “virgin’ in the old book . just one word. the same logos)

And behind them all was a white vehicle which Ruth recognised with increasing joy as her own.

“Sweet jesus - goldfish mind.

Sweet jesus - oh yes i find

 myself 

calling Thyy name after thou hast solved my problem.”

 Ruth’s voice rang across the parking lot with an exultant elevation.


It’s Ruth solo. Ruth created and Ruth solved this incredibly emotional storm.  Seeing the Sign had been sufficient warning to encourage her to go around the Walgreens and into the Cafe Nola parking lot from a different direction,  thus opening a parking space to her so many hours earlier. Sweet jesus or fate was always taking care of things. She liked that story and created variations on it for herself.


My Racing Man

i know how it is to feel  crucified by how i am.  May the young already have the confidence that comes with growing a thick skin because of suffering transcended - without having lost the beauty of their youth. Youth's beauty is not only the fresh skin and the lissome body, it is also the closeness to the source - you are still trailing clouds of glory.Pain transcended keeps the glory alive in you - gives you a vivid part in  the  story, can help you to comprehend the hero's journey within your own life. 

me Jah Da har i.e. and Olga, at Wmnf

http://wmnf.org/programs/255

my interview - art in your ear. 7/3/09

Monday, April 27, 2009


the consolations of philosophy remind me to think of experiencing being.my left mind analyses with stories and science, my brain is one . it can cope with with stories and science.my right mind grooves on it.:

Mimi Calockalocka in Winter

Bone Consciousness.
Breath.
What is your skeleton doing now?  - it is making movements that are part of a repertoire of movements the human skeleton has made  since it's inception and before. 
Inhale deeply , release consciousness into an awareness of your bones. 
It's just yoga, its just my effort to explain to rationalists why i believe and deeply love the experience of spirit. 
Spirit is consciousness.  
Stories help us perceive what is beyond comprehension.
20th C rational science is not the be all and end all of knowledge.
Am i arguing with anyone here? or just with my own upbringing.
Thankyou for your patience and I'll appreciate any commentary. e

Sunday, April 26, 2009

she welcomes us all

all are accepted  into the promised land . oh yes death is promised to us all. that is one way we cross "the threshold where the two worlds meet", 

Having crossed that threshold we enter the wormhole again to return here and forget that the alien, the soul in us, has been here - to earth  - before  though not in this body.

personal memory is in the flesh. in bone consciousness, consciousness of ones bones,
one can discover an awareness of what it is to have been here before. 
the bones are the birthplace of blood.( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hematopoiesis)

blessed be  the bringers of knowledge for they shall bear the slings and arrows of outraged rationalists,
blessed be the story tellers for they have inherited paradise.
the gates are never closed.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

mimi in a short skirt

"i just cant lose weight. Just look at these hips!! But thanks Angelika for my new leather bag."