Deeper Down

Artwork: Oil painting by yours truly; J.J. Terrell

Let There Be Light

In to the light

Into The Light

Self Destruct

S-Tartu

Pollegg Blues

Iopia

Djembe--

poem by Jo Richter An excerpt from hls magnflcent  work "Departure"


canto VI
This spire, she continued, is but the lasting remnant
of a cave. The very first one to be adorned with ochre
drawings. The very first one in which olorine bone
was carved to sound a flute. All the surrounding
land has sunken since that golden age – but for this
place. Here, Apollo handed the lyre to Orpheus.
A spire now, it has been maintained by entertaining
visitors ike you and by hosting muses like myself.


Now, she pursed her lips, we live in utter confusion.
The inside protrudes like a lofty spire while
the outside caves in like a poet‘s drawer. It is
the epoch of the common, shared arts withdrawing.
The innards of ideologies chaperoning fervent
industries are digesting all there is, all life, all things. 
Consumption prevails; generation has to retreat
to clandestine niches, obscure, barely beheld.

These are tough times for poets, for artists, for
fragile senses and minds. Still, the spire prevails.
Why, do you think, that is? - He felt his breath soften
as he replied: I do apologize for mistaking you,
the first listener and co-creator of art. You are the one
who heard the song Orpheus sang. It was selfish to
think of you as a muse, relating only to me, my art. 
You have listened to the spire and you did understand.

That is how things used to be, she sighed. The poet served,
as you have learned before, those who live to listen well.
He endured the toil of art, they enjoyed the foils of art.
Then the concept of the muse – all upside-down – was
deviously formed to aid the annihilation of the awkward art.
Now that you are aware of this, you soon will have to
leave, as you well know. You have received the only gifts
that this place has to offer, which are a story and some rest.

Is there a way to stay, he asked? I do not want to
compose mixed-up poems in a jumbled-up world. This is
what you are wont to perform, she insisted. But will
I be able to take to shelter when exhaustion takes
over my senses, he asked? You won‘t, she replied,
this is how you serve and die, as any living poet does.
A matter of trust and choice of environment cannot
be settled by impersuasive evasive manoeuvres

Canto VI/ Unruly Version, Composed and Recited by Jo Richter, Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

Wishing my friends at the Cloud many fun times ahead.
I'm sorry I couldn't spend more time with you as of late--I have some pretty NASTY persons preoccupying my time--One has criminal records & the other has juvenile records--And they're trying to cover up what I know about them...& thank you for ALL THE GENEROUS SUPPORT that you gave & inspired me to do.  🙏🏻🖖🏻🤗

What It's Like To Be In Good Company

Nostalgic  Fun Times

Nostalgic Fun Times

This is the 4th installment of the tale of the Hobo Cyberpunks quest for the Holy Dumpling-- The Smoking Trout and friends welcome all of you who care to to hear .. We thank you one an all for joining us on the bus😊 

Tea R Sea-(Terry) (Co-Producer/ Synth keyboardist/ARTWORK
TexMex Shaman(Stephen)-Co-producer/ electric guitar
Nadia-Lyrics and vocals and Piano
Uziel-keyboards/synth
Stonerjazz(Jeff) lyrics/vocals Roland Bass/drum generator

Nadia 's Word cllps and ldeas come from Passages ln Tom Wolfe's Book "Electric Kool aid Acid Test"

 THE BUS by Jeff gardiner

Get on the bus get on the bus, Get on the bus wlth us
c'mon c'mon get on the bus
There's Gus, who drives the bus and he does Everything for us
He's got the peddle down--

and all the band and larry mary sid and johnny too and that's to jjust to name a few
and all of you who have the eyes and ears to hear and see-
all of us are on that bus Telepathically
so you had better be ln the vicinity of the bus
whose designated destination ls infinity and all points ln between

Believe you me, there ls no comfort or relief ln Clarity
Truer words were never spoken and even though we're all broken
here's a little token of the love l'm feeling for the instant beauty of the moment

Everyone ls psychedelic from those purple Mlcrodots
Fuel ls burning under stars so bright
on the bus, 10 feet off the ground
blacktop slippin under us at half the speed of light

Now lt comes flowln down, lt washes over me
something l can hear, but l can't exactly see-
Cans are Blarin, l'm just starin
hearin things we can't believe

music soothin, lt's not Taxing so relaxing
making music with some friends of mine
making noises so Delightful-
on the bus, where betrayal ls the only thing
that's not allowed
Come along, you're all invited to ride the bus with us
get on the bus get on the bus
c'mon get on the bus
don't make a Fuss
Just get on the bus

Get on The Bus (Holy Dumpling #4) Tea R Sea/Uziel/TexMex Shaman/Nadia Selvaggi

Little Arithmetics (dEUS Cover)

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Little Arithmetics (dEUS Cover)

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