Thursday, 27 October 2011

Steinbeck is alive and well

Driving through what you're reading - none more authentic.

Respectfully Henry Miller

Big Sur, CA.

"Check your neuroses and psychoses at the gate"

Friday, 14 October 2011

euROPE climb

Took off-roads got hawks, toadstools and bird towers. Hill slants and sideways climbs. Closer view. Foothills. fields that shape and breathe.
The straight line. The toll troll. Formal fuel trades, tired. The motorway is a blind swipe on the beg-eye.

Take me longer.
And never easy.

Friday, 7 October 2011

Where no needles can damage or nurse

I keep listening on this French motorway. Crying without tears. They got stole away by the close trees and the wide corn, they wipe my eyes as I keep moving. I feel old and I feel young. Seeking slanted comfort in a song about escape, about death.

"Through ages man's desires
To free his mind, to release his very soul
Has proved to all that live
That death itself is freedom for evermore."