I was talking here with a digital friend, Gray Wolf , a gentleman quite, rightfully, proud of his American Indian heritage and it brought back some memories from the early sixties in NYC.
At the time I worked for a time lock company and this story starts with me shooting the bull with a fellow worker named Jim Cavanaugh.
While talking it came up that he originally wanted to be a high steel worker, one of the guys twenty or many many more stories up riveting the sky scrapers together.…
Met a nice Eskimo on the flight down from Prudhoe. He has just been elected village President (He didn't know about the election or that he was running until one of his friends called him and said, "ha ha, you are elected.) and was coming down to Fairbanks to negotiate $400,000.00 in back taxes for the villagers with the IRS.
He told me about how a shaman drummed his grandfather to death. The shaman beat the drum while walking 'round his grandfather's house five times and a blood vein burst i…
Red Neck Buddha Cones:
So! For many years I’ve been impressed with Zen Buddhism and zen koans (short, sharp, arguments illogically leading to enlightenment), so, so, so here are some of that pecker wood cracker, Bubba’s, Cones
At the Xroads
Bubba & Billybob, walking to the bar.
Meet Sallymae at the cross roads.
Bubba; “How you doin’ Sallymae?”
& Sallymae spends 20 minutes ‘splain’ just how’s she doin’.
Later at the bar, Billybob: “Shucky darn Bubba whatfo
you waste so much time…
Two cords firewood,
Spruce, birch a little alder.
Should last till spring.
A light snowfall
Continuing day and night,
Deep snow cover.
Heavy rain today
Silence is quite deafening
After the deluge.
The fourth day of June
The sun shines after midnight
Home in Alaska.
I am reading now
The Roar of Queen Srimala
A Buddhist Sutra.
Snow covers the ground
Mist shrouding the distant hills
Fine October day!
In the north coun…
Not darkness shattered by a sudden cry
But instead, an almost silent sigh
That’s quite absurd
But all that’s heard.
And another day dawns brightly
Over scapes that are unsightly
While we all pass by
And never wonder why.
The populace eschews the past
Noting that the future’s vast
Ignoring it’s chaotic
And rootless, is necrotic.
Great while it lasted
But everything passes
In death all are equal
There is no sequel.
Down on the farm, in 1984
It was a horror show
But the oranges flowed like clockwork
Sprouting out from Dragon's teeth
Careful of the third wish.
And now today
The way is gay
One should play
No matter what may
Yet I just read the words of dead Carl () and little rats feet
'cause nothing like us ever was.
Two legs are good for bitter or for wurst
Alex and his droogs are alive and sell
Lanny's sister's long gone dead
The soy boy a goyisch cup of Cheetos
While the rat…
Sometimes I holler when the water's right
But most nows and knows I float the flow.
When on top the depth don't matter
and down I find my ground.
I had a lot to say about today,
But now the wind is blowing from the east
and handy as that is, I'll take another tack.
When all is said and done
Then all is done and said,
But then again, most often, one can appraise
and, perhaps, rephrase.
To clown or not to clown
But where's the rub
OK kiddies, story time:
Some years back, here in Fairbanks, Alaska, I was exploring one of the old cabins along the creek were the original gold discovery claim for this mining district is at. Two miners had obviously lived there as there
were 2 bunks, two stools, etc.
I noticed two deep dents torn and worn in to the small table edge, one on each side, which struck me as curious strange.
Checking outside, in the kitchen midden, garbage heap, I noticed it was mostly quart bottles, a…
Why yes, you can "Fix" a charcoal drawing (keep it from smearing when touched) using cheap hair spray, rather than stinky fixatives from the art supply stores. I've been told the hair spray will yellow over time, but I've 30-40 year old drawings that show no color change.
Lately though, I've been fixing my charcoal drawing with urethane spar varnish applied with a brush. Of course your first thought is but but but, the brush will smear the charcoal all over the place!
Ha! not if you apply…
Tis the day after Christmas and all though the house, everybody was scurrying including the spouse.
Stockings were scattered all over the floor, and St. Nick's sooty footprints led out through the door.
The children are frantic and bouncing off walls, tossing 'round sugarplums and shouting cat calls.
Ma with her broom and I with my shovel, shift through the wrapping and dispose of the rubble.
Then out in the yard there arouse a commotion, as to what it could be, I hadn't a notion.
So I ran…
In my old Jeep
With the top down
140 or so
miles south of Fairbanks
driving a ridge from Delta
to the edge
Of Donnelly Flats.
And look at
The flat, arrow straight ten miles
Of road bisecting alpine tundra,
Clear, absolutely unobstructed view
Three miles or so each side.
No cars, no moose no caribou
Let out the clutch
Gas pedal tight against the floorboards
Speedometer reading well over a hundred
As I leave the ridge
and hit the flats…
Fairbanks to Valdez,
A couplet and a tease.
Three hundred and fifty eight
Smooth rough, worn or great
Fairbanks, a semi-arid plain
Valdez, maritime , with rain.
The road between through ranging mountains,
Lakes and glaciers, crystal fountains.
Alpine tundra, black spruce forests
Rain and wind provide a chorus.
Donnely flats a sea of mist
The dome a shadow through the rain
Another passing on the list
And coming b…
Back in the fifties
In the middle of Florida
5, let's see, no, 7, of us had been, caving, spelunking but
that's another story.
None the less,
we all hopped in 2 cars to
head back to campus.
It was a hot day, so
we'd left the doors open
on the cars. Drivin' back, in our car we suddenly heard
a sound from 'neath the seat
to my ear it was pretty damn close to
a sound I'd head before, the
repeating rhythm of the rattle of a rather peeved
Marrie Smit, here on Ipernity just asked me to tell her a story and since right now it's about 2 A.M. in the Netherlands, where she lives, I figured I better tell her a nice bedtime story so, Marri, here it is!
Five years ago a lynx in the yard.
Fifty years ago a bookshelf dancing
Off the wall
Five days ago a raven
Sitting in a spruce tree
Cussing at an owl
On another branch
Three feet away.
Five months ago
Auroras dancing across the sky
Night after night
Five minutes ago an honest politician.
The last, of course
Is a bare faced lie,
All the rest are true.
J O'N, 14 May 2016