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Chronicle of Chronic (easy version)**
To: Leah, Eric, Mary, and EW
** currently not available for WorldWide distribution
suckt-out of love and any potential to not feel so
unclose to any-one, any-body,
to any thing worth living for, (other than these
idiotic trophies, won in what now seems a
fake glory days, scraping and bowing for another "story"
written, another photo-op, for the local diddle-poop newspaper,
another radio show, ("deep jazz for an undeep, prairie populace"),
and the opportunity to show/blow my soul-breath thru those great, brass sax'horns.............Leah & Eric & Mary were there, EW was there. Dad, bro Phil, & Carter. so many friends saying how
fucking great i was for being the driving-force for the concerts, the festivals, the heart-attacks, the by-passes, the "miracle" recovery.
Now,
it's all just funny folly compared to the indignation of Now brought about by a foul heart heredity, & not a hint of a so'called Life-Partner since EW flew into insanity, (nearly 2 decades ago)......& i suppose, trying to "do it differently" with a mindful compassion & kindness, woefully absent in other such "ventures".
Now,
even Leah departed this earth so young as to "really" show what insane relentless grief, sorrow, psychic collapse, & Pain of Soul is "really" all about.
Now,
life is rather raw, rather foul, with a stream of "practitioners" telling me How Much there is to live for in this chronically fatigued, cardiac Grand Gignol, And i step along, dragging my overfed corpse from office to office, hospital to hospital, just out of curiosity as to "how much" worldly
Survival, (so well commoditized), may be worth
in
dollars
and
sense.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaA
2019dankozakPoom+FotoSaleSpecialEverythingMustGo!
** currently not available for WorldWide distribution
suckt-out of love and any potential to not feel so
unclose to any-one, any-body,
to any thing worth living for, (other than these
idiotic trophies, won in what now seems a
fake glory days, scraping and bowing for another "story"
written, another photo-op, for the local diddle-poop newspaper,
another radio show, ("deep jazz for an undeep, prairie populace"),
and the opportunity to show/blow my soul-breath thru those great, brass sax'horns.............Leah & Eric & Mary were there, EW was there. Dad, bro Phil, & Carter. so many friends saying how
fucking great i was for being the driving-force for the concerts, the festivals, the heart-attacks, the by-passes, the "miracle" recovery.
Now,
it's all just funny folly compared to the indignation of Now brought about by a foul heart heredity, & not a hint of a so'called Life-Partner since EW flew into insanity, (nearly 2 decades ago)......& i suppose, trying to "do it differently" with a mindful compassion & kindness, woefully absent in other such "ventures".
Now,
even Leah departed this earth so young as to "really" show what insane relentless grief, sorrow, psychic collapse, & Pain of Soul is "really" all about.
Now,
life is rather raw, rather foul, with a stream of "practitioners" telling me How Much there is to live for in this chronically fatigued, cardiac Grand Gignol, And i step along, dragging my overfed corpse from office to office, hospital to hospital, just out of curiosity as to "how much" worldly
Survival, (so well commoditized), may be worth
in
dollars
and
sense.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaA
2019dankozakPoom+FotoSaleSpecialEverythingMustGo!
Published 20th Nov 2019
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20th Nov 2019 9:01pm
For me I practice the ancient Chinese philosophy of Taoism (not the "religious" form)...there are no rules...Zhuangzi saw the Universe as absurd and everything completely relative...ancient nihilism...the only goal in life is balance and harmony. Your pain can be felt in each poignant word Daniel.
Balance & Harmony...Harry
Balance & Harmony...Harry
20th Nov 2019 9:08pm
The poem pulls no punch, Danny. You are right to question what point there is in what life you have left. Afterall, you've done a lot of living and accomplished plenty creatively. It's what we have left that we haven't experienced yet that keeps most of us around.
21st Nov 2019 1:09am
