Jack Kerouac's 14 Syllable Sutra

I don't know

I don't care

And it doesn't make any difference.

My last three tweets to Charlie Sheen

@charliesheen: "Hoarding my cookies."

@charliesheen: "Muscle roll down low."

@charliesheen: "High, tight chin music."

Sometimes it's all about sex and death

Don Van Vliet 1941 - 2010

Captain Beefheart: Best Batch Yet

John Lennon's Working Class Hero - Tina Dickow for Amnesty International

John Lennon

A poem by Robert Francis

Waxwings
by Robert Francis


Four Tao philosophers as cedar waxwings

chat on a February berrybush

in sun, and I am one.


Such merriment and such sobriety—

the small wild fruit on the tall stalk—

was this not always my true style?


Above an elegance of snow, beneath

a silk-blue sky a brotherhood of four

birds.  Can you mistake us?


To sun, to feast, and to converse

and all together—for this I have abandoned

all my other lives.

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