The Message Column

Big Storm

Rolling Thunder

Last night less than a mile from here there was a huge downburst. A bunch of trees came donw on people's cars and stuff. In my yard I have a jumbo (elderly) hydrangia bush. Part of that busted off.

This giant showy bush is larger than any other hydrangia that I've ever seen. Hydrangias are better when people neglect them. So it's best to have them off along the borders of the gardens, or in places where they are not the feature. They would be good for bordering walkways, if people had the foresight and patience to wait the 50 to 75 years that they need to get long and woody, so that they hang over in canopy, and aren't just laying down on the ground in the mud after the rain.

In my gardener's fantasy I've imagined that the part of the hydrangia that broke and fell could be parseled into a bunch of smaller bushes that would each grow into it's own ancient canopy plant. I would need some rooting hormone and some pots and some potting mix. It would take some time but my guess is that I could have some success with it. It would jump start the plants. They's already be about 3 feet tall.

Over the years I've featured that hydrangia bush in photographs. I've written about how the rockstar M.C. (the blond who used to do porn/record albums, hitch hiking naked, etc) was quoted taking offense to having recieved hydrangias from fans. Seemed a little bit ingracious at the time. Everyone deserves to be able to speak freely and when you do doesn't it show you things about yourself that you might need to reconsider? Yes, dislike a type of flower but don't curse someone out for giving that to you in tribute to your rock-star awesomeness. Maybe Maddaannaa has only see hydrangias that lay on the ground? The feature in the front of the garden, blooms full, but laying on the ground in the mud after the rain.

The Hard Rain

The hard rain started early, before sunset. It kept up. The the thunder started. So I figured that I'd use it as an opportunity. I hooked up my Zoom audio recorder and set it up near the window. Yes, I got some thunder! There was one time during the storm when a large signal came through, I could see it on the monitor as the pixels that represnet the levels of the captured sound rolled by during the record. But I didn't hear anything. Either it was too high or too low. It may have been a recording of the down burst that happend right near here!

Recorded Downburst?

Well, I reviewed the recording and couldn't quite figure out where that signal was. I have over 25 minutes of recording, and must of that is just the rain, or sounds in the room. At one point a friend of mine started texting and you hear the sound of the phone.

I just heard from a neighbor that he saw the damage 'up near the mall' (the Natick Collection, the name sounds like a church event). He said that Rt 9 was flooded there! I want to go over and take some photos so I think that I will.

I'd like to root some parts of the hydrangia. Gives me a reason to go out and get some supplies to do that.

I watched a short clip that I found about the subject. It would be easy for small shoots. For larger pieces I would need to be able to prop up the plant while it is rooting. Well, the flowers are nice. Maybe I'll just go collect a batch of them from the part of the plant that fell over.

Aug 16, 2015

 In a ditto world
 every body does
 whateer body said
 
 If you have a plan
 better understand
 that it better not just be good for you.
 
 Everyone deals with their envy
 they imagine you're greedy
 They ask :
   Where are the things that you send me?
   Thought you were going to bring for the needy?
   
 In a different time
 everybody'd share
 and no one would even think twice
 but a junky hoards and steals and does things
 that just aren't nice.
 
 So everybody had to get catty
 to deal with the junkie who's bratty
 who keeps it so that it's natty
 and doesn't care if it's janky
 
 In a different time
 everybody'd help
 to try to get the junk-sick their help
 But as the years went on
 what did many do
 but they just turned and walked away
 
 If a junkie dies
 isn't it sad
 even if no one cries?
 
 If you cared at all
 you'd turn your mind
 to trying to understand their pain.
 
 In a ditto world
 they all agree
 even though they know nothing at all.
 
 What the caller says
 might just reflect
 the intellegence of his call.
 
 Just everybody, let's keep praying
 for a revelation for the jonesing
 that they could over come their lack
 with out the need to cause a scene in black
 with a funeral on a rainy day
 the lightening crashes over the bay
 the lightening cracks across the sky
 then a deludge like heaven cry
 for it's baby that's flooded away
 in a river of brown mud.
 
 Survive the flood
 

Pray for the addicted
that they may figure out a way
to calm their inner dogs
that bay
in fear that they
will not get what they crave.

Pray for the lustful
that they may find some rest
after they realize
that it is best
to walk away
and not bay
at the pretty pretty way that some
young bueaty sway, sashay, convey.

Pray for the town
that there will still be people around
to make the town
not all gone to ground
in a junkie way
burried with the brown mud.

Pray for the addictors
if they are real
that they should have shame
and feel
the hurt that they peddle,
push the mud through the metal
like crushing a petal
for it's sap
and selling a ride
on the junkies lap.

Pray for the junkie, the pusher, and the pimp
that they may end their show in their mud rink
What promises much joy but just leaves you limp
makes some reconstruct
the way that they drink

Drink in the world of others lost and abandoned
when their friends checkout and go visit
that deep woods cabin
sleep sleep little girl forever
high school is but a dream now,
no way back out of deep woods bramples
where gitting pricked is just the way.
Of there in the semi-bog near the marsh
where it's always wet and the thickets harsh.

Junkie, sleep? 
no, rise up
in this moment
to realize that there is help
for you and for everyone when
you overcome
and rise up
no more prickers in the wet field hidden out of view, out of sight and mind.
If you must overdose do it in plan view
so that we can save you,
carry you back
bring you home 
fill you lack

how could we ever fill your lack
when you crack
even as we fill you?

We need you to 
pull yourself 
together
sail back
from the junkie sea
chasing a jones
for eternity.

How can we fill the chasam of you?
You are more than just a hole, but are a canyon.

And when the rain falls to flood 
a rushing gorge of sludge.

metaphor of dream and long abandoned hostle wind that carries
hope but listens to the wind as it cries.

up before the dawn
hydrangias limp
busted off
and laying on the lawn

Those who are watching see
the plauge and hope
that it comes to an end.

So don't shoot up and die!
if you must shoot up please plan to live through it.

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terse midnight moon dancing
forest
living the three AM breath
waking up somewhere safe
set back from the road
in a peaceful place
moon setting
Sun about to rise.

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 Done That!
 
 
 

 In a ditto world
 every body does
 whateer body said
 
 If you have a plan
 better understand
 that it better not just be good for you.
 
 Everyone deals with their envy
 they imagine you're greedy
 They ask :
   Where are the things that you send me?
   Thought you were going to bring for the needy?
   
 In a different time
 everybody'd share
 and no one would even think twice
 but a junky hoards and steals and does things
 that just aren't nice.
 
 So everybody had to get catty
 to deal with the junkie who's bratty
 who keeps it so that it's natty
 and doesn't care if it's janky
 
 In a different time
 everybody'd help
 to try to get the junk-sick their help
 But as the years went on
 what did many do
 but they just turned and walked away
 
 If a junkie dies
 isn't it sad
 even if no one cries?
 
 If you cared at all
 you'd turn your mind
 to trying to understand their pain.
 
 In a ditto world
 they all agree
 even though they know nothing at all.
 
 What the caller says
 might just reflect
 the intellegence of his call.
 
 Just everybody, let's keep praying
 for a revelation for the jonesing
 that they could over come their lack
 with out the need to cause a scene in black
 with a funeral on a rainy day
 the lightening crashes over the bay
 the lightening cracks across the sky
 then a deludge like heaven cry
 for it's baby that's flooded away
 in a river of brown mud.
 
 Survive the flood
 

Midnight hollar talking dancing
forest midnight moon walk harvast thoughts
3AM truck ride to a mountain gap 
some raging gorge even drunk they know not to go there
after such rain
with changing skies and
gallows moon thoughts some memory it's
saturday night with the rain at the gorge
no gallows
no vigil
no manhunt
for you
midnight moonlight forest dancing

 Up before the dawn. 
 Sun about to rise.

In Wicked Need of an Edit

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Political and Media Inanity

Bill didn't like that I put his 'story' up. Bill: get overyourself. Stop being scared. Say what you mean. Why all of this bracketized cowardice?

And he's got all kinds of new music to share but he's too chicken to put it up. Grow a pair, bill. Let the public hear your music!

Truck-u-later

OK, enough of this.

July 22, 2015

We sure do need a billion dollar idea.

. . . well . . . 
     Truck-you-later!


Praise the Lord for his unfailing love!



 In a ditto world
 every body does
 whateer body said
 
 If you have a plan
 better understand
 that it better not just be good for you.
 
 Everyone deals with their envy
 they imagine you're greedy
 They ask :
   Where are the things that you send me?
   Thought you were going to bring for the needy?
   
 In a different time
 everybody'd share
 and no one would even think twice
 but a junky hoards and steals and does things
 that just aren't nice.
 
 So everybody had to get catty
 to deal with the junkie who's bratty
 who keeps it so that it's natty
 and doesn't care if it's janky
 
 In a different time
 everybody'd help
 to try to get the junk-sick their help
 But as the years went on
 what did many do
 but they just turned and walked away
 
 If a junkie dies
 isn't it sad
 even if no one cries?
 
 If you cared at all
 you'd turn your mind
 to trying to understand their pain.
 
 In a ditto world
 they all agree
 even though they know nothing at all.
 
 What the caller says
 might just reflect
 the intellegence of his call.
 
 Just everybody, let's keep praying
 for a revelation for the jonesing
 that they could over come their lack
 with out the need to cause a scene in black
 with a funeral on a rainy day
 the lightening crashes over the bay
 the lightening cracks across the sky
 then a deludge like heaven cry
 for it's baby that's flooded away
 in a river of brown mud.
 
 Survive the flood
 

  Praise
   the
   Lord
  for his
 unfailing
   love!

  Praise
   the
   Lord
  for his
 unfailing
   love!

  Praise
   the
   Lord
  for his
 unfailing
   love!

  Praise
   the
   Lord
  for his
 unfailing
   love!

  well, nothing more here today.