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RIP Jerry Moore
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rh
- Dec 31, 2007 11:18 am
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–*
Due to technical improvements beyond my ken, I can no longer access the internet to update the internet journal. So here is my yearly offering of Dr. Spasmodious via webex.
Happy New Year to each of you. May grace prevail and we survive.
The Boxes of Dr. Spasmodious
Dr. Spasmodious sat at his desk,
the end of the year drawn nigh,
haunted, harried, full of gloom,
watching the seconds die.
The maid behind him sloshed her mop
in a bucket of silvery suds;
unborn children watched through a crack
in the floor of the attic above.
We were together, you and I,
with other children yet to be born,
between the ages, if not in life,
one to the other, eternally sworn.
You, frail and fair as a lily,
held my hand by light of the moon,
pale beams brightly spilling
on boxes all over the room -
boxes heavy with dust of the dead,
time and decay - all but one:
tied with a shining bit of thread
fine as a baby's hair and red.
"Tell me your prophecy, Maid of the Mop,"
said the Doctor downstairs below,
"What's simple to you is subtle to me.
What sort of year will this coming year be?"
She shook a spark from her long red hair
which flew like a star to his tree
"Spring will be damp and Summer dry
and Autumn come presently . . ."
So saying, she bound her flowing hair
with a ribbon of scarlet twine,
returned to mopping the floor away
until nothing remained but shine.
Down we came with cautious tread
you, I, and all of the others -
bearing the box tied with a thread
fine as a baby's hair and red.
The maid once more unloosed her hair,
gray now as clouds when laden with rain.
You she chose, took by the hand,
allowed, out of all, to remain.
The rest she kissed both sides of the cheek
as the chimes of the New Year dinned,
one by one sent each through the door
to dissolve in the rain and wind.
Dr. Spasmodious watched from his chair
on the point of a tear but refrained.
He smiled instead, held out his arms
to you who were spared from the rain.
"Welcome my child to life again,
to the kingdom of hope and pain.
Bring love in the midst of dark and hate,
New Year‘s Day two thousand and eight.”
–*
Due to technical improvements beyond my ken, I can no longer access the internet to update the internet journal. So here is my yearly offering of Dr. Spasmodious via webex.
Happy New Year to each of you. May grace prevail and we survive.
The Boxes of Dr. Spasmodious
Dr. Spasmodious sat at his desk,
the end of the year drawn nigh,
haunted, harried, full of gloom,
watching the seconds die.
The maid behind him sloshed her mop
in a bucket of silvery suds;
unborn children watched through a crack
in the floor of the attic above.
We were together, you and I,
with other children yet to be born,
between the ages, if not in life,
one to the other, eternally sworn.
You, frail and fair as a lily,
held my hand by light of the moon,
pale beams brightly spilling
on boxes all over the room -
boxes heavy with dust of the dead,
time and decay - all but one:
tied with a shining bit of thread
fine as a baby's hair and red.
"Tell me your prophecy, Maid of the Mop,"
said the Doctor downstairs below,
"What's simple to you is subtle to me.
What sort of year will this coming year be?"
She shook a spark from her long red hair
which flew like a star to his tree
"Spring will be damp and Summer dry
and Autumn come presently . . ."
So saying, she bound her flowing hair
with a ribbon of scarlet twine,
returned to mopping the floor away
until nothing remained but shine.
Down we came with cautious tread
you, I, and all of the others -
bearing the box tied with a thread
fine as a baby's hair and red.
The maid once more unloosed her hair,
gray now as clouds when laden with rain.
You she chose, took by the hand,
allowed, out of all, to remain.
The rest she kissed both sides of the cheek
as the chimes of the New Year dinned,
one by one sent each through the door
to dissolve in the rain and wind.
Dr. Spasmodious watched from his chair
on the point of a tear but refrained.
He smiled instead, held out his arms
to you who were spared from the rain.
"Welcome my child to life again,
to the kingdom of hope and pain.
Bring love in the midst of dark and hate,
New Year‘s Day two thousand and eight.”
FatTyre
- Dec 31, 2007 11:20 am
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Gene was wearing a shirt decked out in an American flag pattern. He came forward, and the group of assembled Republicans pledged allegiance to his shirt.
thank you.
Gene was wearing a shirt decked out in an American flag pattern. He came forward, and the group of assembled Republicans pledged allegiance to his shirt.
thank you.
monalee
- Dec 31, 2007 11:20 am
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Some say the heart is just like a wheel...
((((rh)))))))) -- pardon the enthusiasm, but THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!
Some say the heart is just like a wheel...
((((rh)))))))) -- pardon the enthusiasm, but THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!
bluejayway
- Dec 31, 2007 11:21 am
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"Our opponent is an alien starship packed with atomic bombs. We have a protractor." "Okay, I'll go home and see if I can scrounge up a ruler and a piece of string."
And the Happiest of New Years to you as well, and to all of us--
"Our opponent is an alien starship packed with atomic bombs. We have a protractor." "Okay, I'll go home and see if I can scrounge up a ruler and a piece of string."
And the Happiest of New Years to you as well, and to all of us--
David Gans
- Dec 31, 2007 11:25 am
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Thanks for the verses, Hunter. Happy freakin' new year to you and to all!
Thanks for the verses, Hunter. Happy freakin' new year to you and to all!
bluejayway
- Dec 31, 2007 11:27 am
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"Our opponent is an alien starship packed with atomic bombs. We have a protractor." "Okay, I'll go home and see if I can scrounge up a ruler and a piece of string."
Due to technical improvements beyond my ken
So Mordac, the Preventer of Information Services, strikes again--
"Our opponent is an alien starship packed with atomic bombs. We have a protractor." "Okay, I'll go home and see if I can scrounge up a ruler and a piece of string."
Due to technical improvements beyond my ken
So Mordac, the Preventer of Information Services, strikes again--
Joe B. Jones
- Dec 31, 2007 11:32 am
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When life hands you melons, you might be dyslexic.
Thanks rh! That was wonderful!
Happy New Year all y'all!!
When life hands you melons, you might be dyslexic.
Thanks rh! That was wonderful!
Happy New Year all y'all!!
katrinka
- Dec 31, 2007 11:36 am
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Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now
(((rh)))
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now
(((rh)))
annie roses
- Dec 31, 2007 12:00 pm
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Strangers stopping strangers just to shake their hand. Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band.
(((rh))) great poem! happy new year
Strangers stopping strangers just to shake their hand. Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band.
(((rh))) great poem! happy new year
the chef
- Dec 31, 2007 12:46 pm
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just another belligerant hippie
Nice robert, very nice.
Happy New Years To All!!!
just another belligerant hippie
Nice robert, very nice.
Happy New Years To All!!!
BT Rhea
- Dec 31, 2007 1:20 pm
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"It's my lightnin'...it's frightenin'...damn rightenin" -- Bob Weir
Jacob Baum, "Hunter" #14774, 29 Dec 2007 1:01 pm
LOL! "The Garden State"
"It's my lightnin'...it's frightenin'...damn rightenin" -- Bob Weir
Jacob Baum, "Hunter" #14774, 29 Dec 2007 1:01 pm
LOL! "The Garden State"
jazz-man
- Dec 31, 2007 1:32 pm
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"Came through many fights, lost in love..."
That you, rh, for the fresh poem.
Cap Rock, in Joshua Tree National Monument http://www.globosapiens.net/bineba/picture-cap-rock-in-the-evening-sun-46652.html At it's base Gram Parson's body was partially cremated by his friend and road manager Philip Kaufman and another dude. There is a makeshift memorial by fans here http://www.bobwyman.com/images/caprock2.jpg It's not exactly the place where they burned him but this is where fans made the memorial. All sorts of stuff is left behind like at the Jerry picture at Shorline: coins, sage, a joint, incense. Here's another pic http://www.bobwyman.com/images/caprock4.jpg It's a nice spot to think as Gram and his pals (and the Eagles in their early days) came to get stoned and contemplate the cosmos. Of course there are rattlers and scorpions and tarantulas which make this city boy nervous. My sister and I made a pilgrimage there in the late 70's and saw the memorial, where Gram was cremated and the room at the Joshua Tree Inn where he died of alcohol and morphine intoxication at the age of 27. The hotel room was a bit creepy. http://www.joshuatreeinn.com/images/rm8_bruce.jpg Thta's not me BTW. But Joshua Tree is a great place, here's a Joshua tree http://www.nps.gov/archive/moja/mojaanjt.htm To slightly change one of Gram's lyrics..."and the sun comes up without him, it just doesn't know he's gone"...
"Came through many fights, lost in love..."
That you, rh, for the fresh poem.
Cap Rock, in Joshua Tree National Monument http://www.globosapiens.net/bineba/picture-cap-rock-in-the-evening-sun-46652.html At it's base Gram Parson's body was partially cremated by his friend and road manager Philip Kaufman and another dude. There is a makeshift memorial by fans here http://www.bobwyman.com/images/caprock2.jpg It's not exactly the place where they burned him but this is where fans made the memorial. All sorts of stuff is left behind like at the Jerry picture at Shorline: coins, sage, a joint, incense. Here's another pic http://www.bobwyman.com/images/caprock4.jpg It's a nice spot to think as Gram and his pals (and the Eagles in their early days) came to get stoned and contemplate the cosmos. Of course there are rattlers and scorpions and tarantulas which make this city boy nervous. My sister and I made a pilgrimage there in the late 70's and saw the memorial, where Gram was cremated and the room at the Joshua Tree Inn where he died of alcohol and morphine intoxication at the age of 27. The hotel room was a bit creepy. http://www.joshuatreeinn.com/images/rm8_bruce.jpg Thta's not me BTW. But Joshua Tree is a great place, here's a Joshua tree http://www.nps.gov/archive/moja/mojaanjt.htm To slightly change one of Gram's lyrics..."and the sun comes up without him, it just doesn't know he's gone"...
katrinka
- Dec 31, 2007 1:39 pm
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Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now
jazz-man - a couple of those links were sabotaged - you might want to fix or remove them before the edit function times out.
Thanks for posting that photo of Cap Rock. I particularly remember that formation, but I didn't realize that was "Cap Rock" when we drove through the park two years ago.
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now
jazz-man - a couple of those links were sabotaged - you might want to fix or remove them before the edit function times out.
Thanks for posting that photo of Cap Rock. I particularly remember that formation, but I didn't realize that was "Cap Rock" when we drove through the park two years ago.
Eric Vance®
- Dec 31, 2007 2:04 pm
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Act like you belong, stride with a purpose and piss off as many people as you can without being too annoying.
Looks like Jazz-Man accidently linked to his private collection of Richard Simmons bookmarks.
Act like you belong, stride with a purpose and piss off as many people as you can without being too annoying.
Looks like Jazz-Man accidently linked to his private collection of Richard Simmons bookmarks.
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