Welcome to our 50th blog post after two and a half years of work on this blog! The last week we drove down to New Mexico from Oregon (and back again) to visit old friends and retrieve our musical instruments. What follows is a photo essay of our journey…
The quote of a quote, I quote here: “It has been one month since my last spewing of profundities. I have done 8 hail meow meows and 7 whatevers…”
“Things to do: mail check, get gas, grab musical instruments, eat something.”
The words come to Mind through the whole history of whatever Tribe you learned your language in. The words come to Mind through all the private history of how you’ve lived your Human Being. There is no way to cheat, unless you go to too many schools, and try to be a poet.
– Lew Welch
A gallery of technologies: old and new:
And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black.Oh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back.– Robert Frost
Time and space are thus dissolved around each other: a month and a stretch of road are synonymous.
– Bruce Chatwin
I looked up and saw a tiger with its head bowed and I smiled because I had seen the wheelbarrow’s true form.
– Billy von Raven
Blue-Man-Suit Dream: It was made from a simple quilted fabric, which was blue in color, but had a gentle, non-threatening, well-loved sheen. The holes were for the obvious. The not-so-obvious, was the way in or out.
– Spencer Fisher
…It is true that your mind is sometimes like a battering ram running all through the city and the villages shouting so madly inside and out about the hundreds of things that do not matter
…O listen, O listen more carefully to what is around you right now.
In my world all that remains is the wondrous call to dance and prayer rising up like a thousand suns, out of the mouth of a single bird.