“if he’s into the bog, we must drag him out.
If the trolls have got him, we must ring the bells.” Peer gynt, ibsen
The biting November wind, the steaming frost, the brilliant blasting sun rising slices through the naked black oaks. S. is sitting on a cushion by the fire. A sense of self and physical solidity has banished dreaming. He will go out and meet the dawn with long strides, his double headed ax slung over his shoulder. He feels at one with the world. But the world is a dream he is in.
Thanksgiving is around the corner. John and susan, leary’s teenage children have come home from school somewhere in the anonymous Midwest. S. talked with john (they called jack in proper new England style). What a fine young gentleman he was. S. offered him a lit joint and was surprised to find that this son of timothy leary didn’t even smoke marijuana.
During the few days before thanksgiving, susan was prey to all the young princes. S. watched silently as one after another of these gallants approached and retreated. Ahhh so she was something of a ‘femme fatale’, he reasoned and made up his mind to pay no attention to her at all. This of course took a certain presence of mind because she was very pretty. She was eighteen with sort of strawberry blond mid length hair. she was as plump as a ripe plum and as fresh as a Georgia peach. If she brushed by him, he went deeper into himself and drifted away not to be seen again that day even. He knew what he was doing. He was actually luring susan by not showing any interest. And it worked. On the third day, at lunch, everyone eating picnic style in the big room, she just came over and sat right next to him. After a minute she put her head on s.’s shoulder and kind of sighed. It was all over. She had decided.
From then on, s. and susan were hand in hand and never separated for more than a few minutes. They took long walks in the woods and s. told her stories of his adventures as they sat, she wide-eyed and he regaling her with excited conversation. And there were quiet times where there was no need to talk; in the rustic kitchen by the stove and at meals they would find a quiet corner and be alone in a crowd of people; they were in a bubble.
The night before thanksgiving s. wrote this in his journal…
The saddest of the sad
The gladdest of the glad
The baddest of the bad
The best of the good
All that is me.
Bali was dancing in the afternoon in the big room. A trio of tambal, sitar and oud accompanied the traditional story he danced with feet and hands and eyes. Everyone sat on the floor. The fire was blazing and there was silent attention. The watchman came in after his twenty-four hour vigil, went over to bill haines, whispered something, and sat down. Bill stood up and ceremoniously removed the talisman around the man’s neck and strode across the room to where s. and susan were sitting together. Bill haines, you will remember was the ‘guru’ of the ashram. He had the authority to chose the next watchman. He placed the talisman over s’s head and on his shoulders with ritual solemnity.
He had a room. A room of his own, with a double bed and a fire, and he would be ‘king’ for twenty-four hours. He could ask for anything he wanted and it would be brought down to the watchtower.
At the end of bali’s performance s. and susan walked down the driveway to the watchtower. It wasn’t a big room but it was beautiful and round. The king-size antique bed dominated the room. A stone fireplace was already kindled. Candles and incense were lit on the mantle.
An emissary from leary with two traditional companions, handed s. the sacrament in the same aperitif glass with the rose tinted brim and the gold filigree. S. set it on the dresser. When the messenger from the house asked if he wanted anything s. sent him in search of some hash. He came back quickly with not only a lump of nice blond Lebanese hashish but a little leather pouch of ‘bud’ and a toke pipe. The stage was set.
That evening susan brought down two thanksgiving dinners with all the trimmings, turkey and stuffing with gravy and mashed potatoes, homemade cranberry sauce and hot biscuits; even a bottle of wine. They were both very happy.
After a few visitors, summoned by the ‘king’ had come and gone, they went to bed. The visitors were jean Pierre and another friend and bali of course. Ginsberg put in an appearance, not summoned, and shared a pipe and exchanged a few garrulous riffs.
Leary and ginsburg stroll the path by the lake below the watchtower.
s. stands naked watching through the picture window. He is very happy. Awakened by dawns first light watching the black night and stars dissolve, s. imagined he was dreaming. The chill of November was outside the watchtower. Inside was warm as toast. The fire had burned down and was now a bed of ruby coals. He gently placed two hardwood logs on the flickering fire. s. watches the two infamous old friends, practically hand in hand. The swans coast effortlessly on clouds of mist.
He turns his back to the fire and stares at susan all sprawled in wanton abandon. She looked so peaceful naked and so beautiful with barely a sheet covering her; it had been so warm all night. S. looked at the ‘dose’ in it’s sacred goblet with lip of gold. “not ready yet, not yet.” He said to himself. He slid back into bed and cuddled susan. She woke slowly with a blissful smile and rolled into him for more of the same… love sweet love.
Skipping breakfast on this day after the thanksgiving feasting was easy and s. downed the ‘sacrament’ wholeheartedly and unafraid. What better conditions for a ‘trip’? he felt the change instantly as he watched the red rising sun whisk away the morning mist.
Was the seeming dream reality? Yes, as real as rain. And just as real as the telegram from Julie that came that day in which she said “if you’re not in new york within three days, I cease to be your friend forever.”
"The swans coast effortlessly on clouds of mist."That's my favorite part. :up:
ed,now that you brought my attention to this line i see that i have unconsciously made a sentence with seven s's inside, thanks for commenting, so glad you came :happy:nic, so do i , so do i. when to the sessions of sweet silent thought…. (shakespeare) talk about s's. we can be in love again. there's time. thanks for the comment. :happy:
I miss dreaming like thatI miss being in love :happy:
I´m ready :p
i'm looking. 😎
I finally quit. :p
😆 Aww, don´t give up Ed 🙂
:lol:Well if Brooke Shields decides she wants me, I might be willing to reconsider.
i'll take sophie marceau if she's available, brooke has gotten a little plastic lately…meli :heart: you came. i know your active brain is crunching this post harder than usual 😎
I am just observing all three of you … :pmeli :heart: this is another heart felt post… questions to follow.. 😀
😮 yes, I was here meli, and I will be back 🙂
Nice trip. Thanks.
😆 pam,yes, i lifted the picture of the lsd guru leary from the net. and the leaf. for atmosphere. you know i usually use my own work in my posts but i was desperate for something psychedicish.yes, julie has the boys at this point and she has married my best friend bob fitz…. from the vermont posts mostly.the book… lol sure. my brother says, "who the hell wants to hear about your life?" he's mean.
As always, another interesting chapter, or sub-chapter, in your life. I feel like I am living the sixties I never lived. Love your drawings. Is the first one a digital painting? Did you do it or did you find it on the net. It certainly depicts the psychedelic aspects of the time. Were the boys back with Julie at this time? I've forgotten. So when is the book coming out?
😆 Tell him WE do, complete with pictures of him. :p But then you'd have to get signed permission slips from all living persons mentioned or for photos in the book. That might introduce some problems.
I was making a salad earlier mali :heart: and I was adding slices of mushrooms.. I had to smile when I remembered the picture in this post."s. stands naked watching through the picture window. He is very happy. Awakened by dawns first light watching the black night and stars dissolve, s. imagined he was dreaming. The chill of November was outside the watchtower. Inside was warm as toast. The fire had burned down and was now …"I do that very often 🙂 Luckily our giant garden trees cover the windows from the outside world butnot the world and the birds and squirrels from me :)As for Bobby,Originally posted by I_ArtMan:
I think he is not ready to stardom , and he likes it or not he will be one of the protagonists in the book…I know how proud he is of you and your work… and if he reads this …..:cheers: to the wonderful stories Scott and you Bobby give to all of us that grew up with less wild parties but still great lives… not that you would like to know about them …:lol:
hey martin, i will take that as a compliment. glad you liked the story. you don't comment very often so i know you meant what you said. :happy:i will convey the sense of your feeling to him, pam. thank you for that. and you're right, somehow in a book one has to tread a bit more carefully. :sherlock:meli :heart: thanks for the charming image… you with the birds and squirrels all in your natural state. and i am tickled to death that you were thinking about me as you prepared the mushrooms.as for my beloved brother, i just know he will flip out when i tell the tale of how he slid through gobs of paint on a long canvas naked on the floor and then hugged my refrigerator… (it was a colorful imprint so i let it stay that way..) i think secretly, he feels he is my 'dean moriarty'… of course you wouldn't know what that means unless you had read kerouac's "on the road", but maybe you have. :love:
Hi Art nice man, Id killed my PC again just got to get my ISP to get there end sorted now BOTTLENECKED !BTW the friend who sent me the UFO thing (did you see it?) Anyway she thinks your very nice :flirt: in that kinda way so if your looking you got a big fan over here mate but I cant show her this she'll be on a flight out dude. Sarah is a real nice Scottish girl just up the road the road from me spiritual but not in the god sense :up:
Your welcome. My lack of comments are due to the fact that I don't come by that often. I'll try to catch up on this.
Originally posted by I_ArtMan:
:lol:I know the story , but I would love to read it again!Originally posted by I_ArtMan:
yes, I have and I still do not know which of the four trips was my favorite :)It could have been written by you meli :heart: the choice of words in it , it is so similar to your writing :):up I think your stories are better because of Bobby! :heart:
@ act2bmp, i watched the whole movie. i have no problem believing in the ufo cover-up. precedent in ancient crete:the priests indoctrinated the general populace that no one ever died. when someone disappeared they just said, oh demitrius went away. he won't be back. they thought that people would be better off not knowing. :lol:i love all scottish lasses indiscriminately. :cool:cool martin, glad to have you here. i think it started in november 2008 (the story of s.) you may have noticed that it is autobiographical. i just don't like saying i did this and then i did that… it's better in the second person. :happy:
meli :heart: i'm glad you said that. he will appreciate your attention. :happy:i had a feeling i had told that tale already but i wasn't sure. someday i will have to read what i have been writing. it's a good thing it's basically cronological or i would be lost.hi smiley… i've missed the castle lately…. soooo busy. :awww: 😥
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It's ok, am missing here yr chamber too, sorry about that :flirt:
so much to do, so little time.
Originally posted by I_ArtMan:
some how I have a feeling if I ever had to spend time and listen to the two of you brainy and colorful brothers (still so different from each other) , I would have been "the happiest girl on earth! " yes, a conversation can do a number on me! :happy:
The reason why I had to cut down on Opera activities is that I am also busy at the moment. In fact I've been busy for the first time in several years, really busy with real work, not a job but work even so. It feels good. I feel alive. Work can do that to a man. When I was seventeen I would have sworn that I'd ever say that. I must be getting older.
meli :heart: that would be fun. well, who knows, maybe someday we will meet in person. i'll bring him along. :happy:martin, i know exactly what you mean. it's a good feeling being alive. and sometimes when there's no demand it can get kind of repetitious and even boring. although, i have never been bored. except a few days in my early teens. 😆 glad to hear you so chipper. 🙂
magnifique…wunderbar…excellent…very good Work
why thank you. effusive praise is my cup of tea. :happy:
"Timothy Leary's dead… nobody knows his outsides, looking in….".
hi Art isp and pc problems for me this week must be them little green men…. :alien: I'l tell Sarah that to 😉 did I say (I think I did?) She's the one who sent me the movie,,,knocked me back ! glad you seen it though……amazing what were not getting told.I'm always on the quest to know more and I never knew about the priests…then again there's alot we don't know yet but are we willing to know more! Sing me up mate :yes:
:coffee:
Originally posted by act2bmp:
an open mind is a valuable asset. it's sifting what comes in that separates the men from the boys, i think. therefore a discriminating mind is also important. i remember a high priest of education (professor)gave me an 'a' for a two semester philosophy course. all i wrote was half a page. i'll publish that if i can ever find it. :sing: but what i remember of it was something like complimenting all the philosophers we studied in depth, stating that i agreed with them all, but i realized the limitations of my brain because on careful analysis, i had been agreeing with diametrically opposed theories and axioms.maybe he was just grateful not to have to read a lot of bullshit. :happy:tyler, :coffee: thanks for reminding me… i need another cup of coffee. 🙂
Oh yeah. My brain always works a little better when fired up on a load of caffine. :coffee:
😆 Look forward to that Art. Myself am uneducated in the laws of higher education but I have other quality's. Mechanic by trade, well you'll of maybe seen the other kind of work I do when I do in my photos bit ! I try not to discriminate to much but I will draw the line, part of having my own mind trust me its got me into many a fight but out of more..So if he thinks its BS or not you know yourself :wait: you got an A :yes:I've taking a liking to tea again just on a night time ? As for my brain I think coffee missed its chance some time ago now 😀 Coffee's my main fuel but I got the ice tea from you, sweat black tea from Turkey and bubble tea in Singapore tea with big bits in or ice tea with milk God we really did a number on them :worried:
late at night i have a biscuit with honey and butter and genmai-cha, a green tea with brown rice. a perfect nightcap.but in the morning i have my two cups of strong black coffee made with my handy dandy french press i got at starbucks. it goes with me everywhere. :happy:
Yea I remember real coffee at Starbucks if you come to the UK bring it with you man the Starbucks UK is fake…but we do have other options we have one in town where its fresh they even grind it for you or you can DIY but 07:00 USA Starbucks 6 shots of that black stuff in a big cup cant beat it, well not with coffee 😀
i usually order a 'redeye'. in case you don't know, it's a cup of coffee with a shot of espresso. we Virgos are into chemistry.but i must say, i don't overdo it. only order the redeye when i need a real boost. sorry about the uk psuedo starbucks. i don't see how an international company can do one thing somewhere and another somewhere else. but i believe you.basically, i am against the chains. but coffee is important. it must never be boiled. that turns it into poison. starbucks might have understood that. the only safe way is to freeze beans, grind them before brewing and pass almost boiling water through the grounds as in 'french press' yum. and good for you too. :coffee:
Will try that thanks, as is I just got instant "forgive me" well I'm on my own now and need to get my act together what can you do? Last week my fridge had milk in the door part and cheese in the box on the door and the beer took up the room you got to have the essentials I'm not a total heathen. :beer: So Redeye is ? I used a bit of clear eye in the US I liked that, top marks to that chemist 🙂
Ah the memories. Coffee please. :coffee:
I should decline. I have been told that I am abusing the stuff. Ah, what the hell…. :coffee:
matte' tea has the same effect without the nerves… 💡
Originally posted by act2bmp:
redeye is coffee with a shot of espresso… served black. well, you are just striking out on your own… you'll get the hang of it. relax and get some food into that fridge. 🙂 here tyler… have a coupla cups :coffee: :coffee:
Certain teas are worse than coffee. Earl Grey comes to mind. :coffee:
Tea makes me uncomfortable. I don't know why or how. I can drink coffee until my stomack turns in to Dante's Inferno and still feel good and comfy, but tea simply makes me feel sick and sad. It's okay, since I don't like tea anyway. I like coffee. A lot. I never drink instant coffee, though. I like my coffee black, and instant black coffee is like drinking hot shoe polish.
Have you ever actually looked at the black stuff that intstant coffee leaves at the bottom of the cup, the tiny bitts, that haven't been dissolved? It looks like something you would never even think about digesting. And why doesn't it dissolve as it is supposed to? Could it be because it really is shrapnel debree?:yuck:
My god! How can you drink instant coffee? Wrech! :no:
It is clumps of mercury sulfate. It is used in the processing of that crap.
Excuse me while I get sick…
Originally posted by Aqualion:
lmao on that one martin,…. 😆
Originally posted by Aqualion:
i am with you wholeheartedly on that. i haven't had instant coffee for 50 years.earl grey hmmm i like earl grey. but i like bigelow's constant comment orange pekoe better.
Originally posted by Captivevet:
is that retch as in regurgitate, or wretch as is poor wretch.
Just don't use it anymore. :spock:
thanks Art I will, I see your quite the chef to ! Sometimes I'm at a bit of a loose end in it all but I have always been like that, I'm told I think to much or was it drink ? Maybe more so now I had a bit of a run around the planet or maybe I look to deep because of other influence and my own experiences (I started out of minds young Art) This thing called life, shit for some and better for others. My time on Opera I wish it could be like that every where or maybe it is me and I just cant see it any more ?
? 🙂
Well, life is what happens to you while you are planning to do something else! 😎
Just ask Michael Jackson. :rip:
I saw the movie: "This Is It", today. His personal life may have been a disaster, but on stage? Wow.
I don't think he wanted to die. I think he may have been weary of his life tho. 😎
Originally posted by Captivevet:
a good example of the saying, "beware of what you wish. you will get it."
i would think so. not an easy life at all. 🙂
he had a natural ability that was pretty amazing that's for sure.i'll wait 'til it comes out on dvd.
It will sell millions of copies when it comes out. You know it will. :coffee:
you're right.
I guess that his estate will be able to pay all of his debts off now.
"I owe my soul to the company store…." :rip:
a funny kind of justice, eh? what an upsidedown world we live in when the frivolous gather millions after death. (somber emoticon)
"16 tons… waddha ya get, another day older and deeper in debt."used to sing that song to my children at bedtime. tennessee williams.i found when barreling across the country on route 66 that when i had tired of slapping myself to stay awake, if i sang that song and a few others you probably know… "someone's in the kitchen with dinah, strummin' on the ole banjo" it woke me up. i hated napping on the way."man is born free and everywhere he is in chains." jean jacques rousseau.in short, the people who suffer physical agony and noble endurances to build this world which most of the new breed of spoiled brats take for granted, are tossed on the garbage heap in their old age. don't get me wrong. i am not complaining for me but for the others.i have no resentments. of course that is a learned understanding.i was driving as a passenger today and had the freedom to look around here in los angeles and had a realization of how much pure physical suffering was paid by single souls to make what we have now. and yet the heroes are the pretty and the connected. the famous are the coddled few of the media. it's so sad. history will expose the whole charade… the emperor's clothes, the great deceptions.
'Well, you wake up in the mornin',You hear the work bell ringAnd they march you to the tableTo see the same ol' thing,Ain't no food upon the tableAnd no pork up in the pan,But you better not complain, boy,You get in trouble with the Man.'As I sometimes say, we are all inmates of Average Prison, Anywhere, waiting for The Midnight Special to shine a light.
I took a lot of speed to stay awake back in the day. I am sure it is one of the reasons my liver is toast now.
tyler,i remember bennys (benzedrine). truck drivers used to pick up hitchhikers like me and to make sure i didn't go to sleep, gave me a 'benny'. dexidrine was better though. i gave them up when i was 17. i just couldn't stand the comedown.nice little lyrics there martin. glad to hear your liver survived the snapps years.
It was the bottle who kept me up. However, as by a miracle my liver is still fit as ever. Several doctors have wondered about this, because my preference was not beer and wine but really hard liquor of the sort we only have in Scandinavia. Don't remember much of 'the days', to tell you the truth.
beautifully illustrated pictures, and a nice story to go with them.Have a nice day Scott.
:yes: like the song art my thinking ! King of the road 🙂 lucky I haven't had to practise it to much of late .. 😀
thanks kim, i will do my best. :happy:Originally posted by act2bmp:
good to be king of something :up:
Just got home from my little vacation and have come down with a headcold.
awww sorry to hear that. chicken soup and lots of orange juice.hope you feel better soon. "feed a cold, starve a fever."
Had to stay in bed yesterday. A bad cold. My wife made this brew out of ginger, garlic and lemon peel. Since I am familiar with the magic of good drinking 😎 I knocked the awfull stuff down without further complains. I can recommend this cure. It makes you snot it out, if you know what I mean. It loosens up the build up of mucus inside the head, and eases a sore throut. Just hot water over fresh ginger, garlic and some lemon peel. And if you can't take it like that, add a tea spoon of honey.
Basically, I am just riding the Nyquil train.
Originally posted by Captivevet:
yes. i can imagine how that works. i drink ginger lemonade made from fresh lemons and real ginger every day. haven't had a cold for many years. but then again our weather is perrenially mild. it's so dry, i forgot what real snot was like. Originally posted by Captivevet:
i like robitussin DM myself. or that hot theraflu drink… puts you to sleep. rest, rest rest that always helps.
Yep.
In Denmark you can grow up and get old without ever knowing other weather than wind and rain. We have this saying: 'The summer was warm? I didn't notice, I was in the powder room.' Everybody have snot noses from September to April.
Now there is a picture. 😆
and yet denmark has been singled out as the land of the happiest people on earth. are they just so happy because they know that somewhere in the world the sun is shining?
They are happy because they are free.
About the happiness thing, it is for some parts true. Technically, Danes don't have any reasons for not being happy, compared to other places. Like Cuba Denmark is an example of how socialism really can work. We just don't call it socialism in Denmark. Actually, one of our great socialist leaders, Thorvald Stauning, worked his way from worker at a tobacco factory to prime minister, and is often depicted with a big cigar or his pipe.Always thought there was a certain glow of should we say Fidelity around him…:cheers:
yeah, i like that. :happy:
Just because the Danes take care of their own, does that make them socialist? I don't know.
Neither do I. However, the basic good things of Danish society was implimented during socialist leadership, and even in times with right wing leadership, like now, social welfare is a high priority. I guess, we just all agree that it is a good idea, socialist or not.
yep. it doesn't matter what you call things, caring about other humans is not a given, it's another art because one has to activate oneself. it's not automatic to consider alleviating the suffering of others. i'm sure we all try and fail and succeed sometimes in doing something that is not selfish. no one has to. it's not written in the dna of the universe. but it is a very human wish. :happy:
Happy Thanksgiving Day.:chef:
same to you tyler. :chef: and everbody else. :up:
It was a good day for me. I am back home today and not feeling real energetic. :coffee:
Fantastic lovely reading!!! Thanks!
🙂 🙂
agneta, thanks for the comment. glad you liked it. :happy:
It is possible that I may have gotten too old for sex.Nah, I was just kidding! :coffee:
never too old as long as you can find a partner. that gets harder and harder. but as long as it rises to the occasion, i'm still game. 😎
I was just complaining about the "work" involved. Anyway, now they make pills for that.
😆 well, if it feels like a 'chore', i mean, uhhh
So, WHAT does that mean? I don't want to think about it.
S.Glad I stopped by to read this………….took me some where…………long ago.Thanks………..the drawings are the same as the writing…….excellent!
All the best Scott and to you all :cheers:
thanks for dropping by and commenting. :heart:
Anonymous writes:i under the suspicions of an artist request to speak without permission as onto the earth my feet grow roots that search deep down for water or blood in veins along the sea, hungry for the kind of food that leaves you hungry for more.
What? :coffee:
i think anonymous must be a tree.:lol: 😎
Most trees don't give a damn about much, except for how much rain they get… :coffee:
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the hall of the mountain king.