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I’ve been doing this series for a while. But this is to celebrate all the bad ass women through history and all over the world for International Women’s Day.
Soundtrack to my life. It was so difficult to find this music. Tried to ask people “Hey you know that one song on piano that goes do DO dee doo doo DEE?” I typed into Google: “romantic piano music that sounds like air and clouds.” Nothing.
Finally found it after cruising youtube though.
One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said boys I'm not turning
I'm headin for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains
So come with me we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright
Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars are all empty and the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees
Where the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft boiled
eggs
The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains you never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol come a-tricklin' down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too
You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in
There ain't no short handled shovels, no axes saws or picks
I'm a goin to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
I'll see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Whenever I’m writing, I always feel like I need a dark, musty room full of empty beer bottles, an ashtray full of cigarette butts, a chaos of papers on my desk, a typewriter in front of me, and a bemused expression on my face. I might be reading too much Jack Kerouac.
This dude right here is a baller. He is teaching me how to paint landscapes.
Caspar David Friedrich was a 19th-century German Romantic landscape painter, generally considered the most important of the movement. He is best known for his mid-period allegorical landscapes which typically feature contemplative figures silhouetted against night skies, morning mists, barren trees or Gothic ruins. His primary interest as an artist was the contemplation of nature, and his often symbolic and anti-classical work seeks to convey a subjective, emotional response to the natural world. Friedrich’s work characteristically sets the human element in diminished perspective amid expansive landscapes, reducing the figures to a scale that, according to the art historian Christopher John Murray, directs “the viewer’s gaze towards their metaphysical dimension”.
Dali is always relevant to my life.
It’s February 62nd and today’s weather is cloudy with a chance of robotic elephants.
Bruises
Touchstones to memories
emerging from the primordial cocktail soup
of last night
Evolving toes and shins
with which to find
the sharp corners of furniture
Heavy eyelids
adaptive traits
shield retinas from harsh daylight
The pickled prefrontal cortex
in-cased in a skull
covered in flesh
is the centrifuge throwing
tangled hairs through
the space-time continuum
The wobbling axis and askew path
visceral tequila and merengue
The inescapable gravitational pull of a wall
marks the brow
the elbow, the hip
Ecce Homo
Ecce Hangover
