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I said: No it's not a case of being lonely we have here, I've been working on this palm tree for eighty-seven years.

Happy Birthday Bob.

Thanks for everything.

Book of Days

Evening Prayer for the Traveler:

Spirits! Guide me North!
Lovers recede, Love become me–

Light engulf me,

Truth unbind me,

Beauty awaken me,

Health sustain me.

Sky, nourish my waking dreams.
Earth, balance my physical moment.

Continuous moment,

Keep me live.

 

For anyone who would like to pull a bottle from the sea, I've begun a new section: http://www.caseydavidge.com/book_of_days/#tp    

Soon it will serve as a travelogue.

 

Ladies Night

Billie Holiday- The Blues Are Brewin'

 

Big Mama Thornton- Tom Cat

Ruth Brown- Mama He Treats Your Daughter Mean

 

Lula Reed- Say Hey Pretty Baby

 

Or movin on down the line.

Present:

1. Canteen            6. Leaves of Grass                                    11. bar of soap     

2. Matches            7. Black Elk Speaks                                   12. comb            

3. Compass           8. T-shirt, blue jeans                                13. Paper, canvas

4. Blanket             9. 1 Pot, I spoon, 1 bowl, 1 french press     14. Charcoal, pen

5. Paint                10. Quinoa, beans, oats, coffee                 15. lantern

                                                                                           16. Constellation chart

                                                                                           17. Atlas

Past:

Everything else

White Bee and a compass.

Once long ago, I asked, "Do you believe in destiny?"

So long ago, he answered, "I do."

Faint, like the air

Present, like the air

Dusty, like old shoes dancin on dried mud next to the river on a hot day.

 

Pablo Neruda knows.

White Bee, even when you are gone you buzz in my soul

You live again in time, slender and silent.

Ah you who are silent!

Where every point is as much beginning as it is end-

Then at any given point-

Self portait

Answer:

"On the old highway maps of America, the main routes were red and the back roads blue. Now even the colors are changing. But in those brevities just before dawn and a little after dusk -- times neither day nor night -- the old roads return to the sky some of its color. Then, in truth, they carry a mysterious cast of blue, and it's that time when the pull of the blue highway is strongest, when the open road is a beckoning, a strangeness, a place where a man can lose himself."

"Up in the March blackness, two entwined skeins of snow and blue geese honking north, an undulating W-shaped configuration across the deep sky, white bellies glowing eerily with the reflected light from town, necks stretched northward. Then another flock pulled by who knows what out of the south to breed and remake itself. A new season. Answer: begin by following spring... darkly, with neck stuck out."

-- William Least Heat Moon

Origins

 

 
Origins...

Been investigating the White Lions of the Timbavati region in South Africa. According to the oral history of Africa, the pure white lions are said to be one of the most ancient of creatures and are believed to be sun gods as well as ancient kings incarnate. It is told that their modern presence here on Earth is the most recent return for the star beasts, and is said to be their last coming, foreshadowing end times. Drew these one night while thinkng about the raw, primordial roar- prime sounds and the moment of first emergence.

Rev. A. W. Nix / The Black Diamond Express to Hell (patr 2 or SP's B-side)

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If there's Hell below, we're all we're all gonna go gonna go..