One Year To the Minute

I signed up for the long haul
there have been stones in the passway
uncondtionally
under all flags in all weather
this old lug
shambles on
Gleam in true blue eye
Faith and hope yield to return
and sweet surender

Anna sent this snap- I Thought of Jack Kerouac

any port in a januray storm of the soul
Thanks anna
BUT SINCE YOU”RE HERE read this sweet gem by Kerouac
Jack Kerouac: Charlie Parker

Charlie Parker looked like Buddha
Charlie Parker, who recently died
Laughing at a juggler on the TV
After weeks of strain and sickness,
Was called the Perfect Musician.
audio here http://youtu.be/1XCopa2-noY
And his expression on his face
Was as calm, beautiful, and profound
As the image of the Buddha
Represented in the East, the lidded eyes
The expression that says “All Is Well”
This was what Charlie Parker
Said when he played, All is Well.
You had the feeling of early-in-the-morning
Like a hermit’s joy, or
Like the perfect cry of some wild gang
At a jam session,
“Wail, Wop”
Charlie burst his lungs to reach the speed
Of what the speedsters wanted
And what they wanted
Was his eternal Slowdown.

A Not So Silent Night 2011- Montreal- Concert then Party Chez Campbie™

Lil In a quiet moment

( all photos Hazel Field)
The concert was great and will be broadcast on CBC sometime soon. Here’s a snippet in the form of Silent night“http://youtu.be/TefEs__jD8U”> A few ( 80) or so came back here for a quiet little bun fight. In the words of the late King Clancy- ” It started off as a party but it turned into a spree”
Thanks to All and a special hello to the American musicians and Dear David Schnirman who were all so good and nice
40 bottles of wine, 3 of whiskey and 7 packs of cigarettes for all those non smokers who fume when imbibing
love campbell December 17 2011
A great Big Thanks to Dear Teddy Wainwright for making the drains run on thyme

Trieste

Joyce wearing My Scarf

Heading out or heading back again.
And that’s the way it always is and that’s the way it always ends and the fire and the rose are one and always the same scene and always the same subject right from the beginning like in the Bible or The Sun Also Rises which begins Robert Cohn was middleweight boxing champion of his class but later we lost our balls and there we go again there we are again there’s the same old theme and scene again with all the citizens and all the characters all working up to it right from the first and it looks like all they ever think of is doing It and it doesn’t matter much with who half the time but the other half it matters more than anything O the sweet love fevers yes and there’s always complications like maybe she has no eyes for him or him no eyes for her or her no eyes for her or him no eyes for him or something or other stands in the way like his mother or her father or someone like that but they go right on trying to get it all the time like in Shakespeare or The Waste Land or Proust remembering his Things Past or wherever And there they all are struggling toward each other or after each other like those marble maidens on that Grecian Urn or on any market street or merrygoround around and around they go all hunting love and half the hungry time not even knowing just what is really eating them like Robin walking in her Nightwood streets although it isn’t quite as simple as all that as if all she really needed was a good five cent cigar oh no and those who have not hunted will not recognize the hunting poise and then the hawks that hover where the heart is hid and the hungry horses crying and with her blind breasts under her dress and then Christopher Columbus sailing off in search and Rudolph Valentino and Juliet and Romeo and John Barrymore and Anna Livia and Abie’s Irish Rose and so Goodnight Sweet Prince all over again with everyone and everybody laughing and crying along wherever night and day winter and summer spring and tomorrow like Anna Karenin lost in the snow and the cry of hunters in a great wood and the soldiers coming and Freud and Ulysses always on their hungry travels after the same hot grail like King Arthur and his nighttime knights and everybody wondering where and how it will all end like in the movies or in some nightmaze novel yes as in a nightmaze Yes I said Yes I will and he called me his Andalusian rose and I said Yes my heart was going like mad and that’s the way Ulysses ends as everything always ends when that hunting cock of flesh at last cries out and has his glory moment God and then comes tumbling down the sound of axes in the wood and the trees falling and down it goes the sweet cocks sword so wilting in the fair flesh fields away alone at last and loved and lost and found upon a riverbank along a riverrun right where it all began and so begins again

Tyger Wodehouse-sic transit…

Tiger Tiger Taking Flight

From Irate wife in the night

Did nocturnal symmetry

Make you take the car and flee ?

Did you drive a hole in one

Has the Love Match come undone ?

What has caused this Swede’s dismay

Are you some Frabjous gone astray?

Did you stray Callooh! Callay!

Howdya Spell YOUR 4 in PLAY ?

Was There some tryst, an escapade

That made you take the Escalade

Nigh unto an Everglade ?