“Summer deep is in the hills again
His lady is a lioness
Winds of birds blow through the fields again
Invaders from the true worlds”
~ Marc Bolan
Monthly Archives: September 2014
ANDY KAUFMAN IS ?
Andy Kaufman is Dead
Andy Kaufman is Dead
Andy Kaufman is Dead
Andy Kaufman is Dead
Andy Kaufman is Dead
Andy Kaufman is Dead?
Andy Kaufman is
Andy Kaufman is
Andy Kaufman is
Andy Kaufman is
Andy Kaufman is
Andy Kaufman is
“Alive”
And currently working
As an Andy Kaufman-Elvis
Impersonator
In Hollywood
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~ R.M. ENGELHARDT
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DAMES …
All dames are alike: they reach down your throat and they can grab your heart, pull it out and they throw it on the floor, step on it with their high heels, spit on it, shove it in the oven and cook the shit out of it. Then they slice it into little pieces, slam it on a hunk of toast, and serve it to you and then expect you to say, “Thanks, honey, it was delicious.”
~ Steve Martin, Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid
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Venator sequitur fugientia; capta relinquit; Semper et inventis ulteriora petit.
The hunter follows things which flee from him; he leaves them when they are taken; and ever seeks for that which is beyond what he has found.
~ Ovid~ Amorum (16 BC), Book II. 9. 9.
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Like Statues
No Matter
No matter how hard you study, if you do not become one with the art you pursue you can never truly be one with the universe and the spirit of the thing itself will always elude you. You must have extraordinary passion, patience, and self discipline to make the journey alone.
~ Miyamoto Musashi
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20 Years
Twenty years will come and go. Twenty years enough time to know that there’s beauty in all life. The clocks will stop, the hearts will die but the love will bring you home. The love will always bring you home and always find you.
~ R.M. Engelhardt
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LEXIKON
“Initiate”
Trans-mute,
Transcend
All “Matter”
Bring Forth,
And Thus Summon
All Gods … And Words
Obsolete (They Return)
Creation. Soul. Dimension. Time.
AWAKEN “The Dead”
Sound~ECHO Of Crashing Waves Entities
Dying Against All Flesh Bleeding, Bled
Into VOICE.
As the Smoke Of Her Cigarettes, Her Smell
& The Image Of Her Body All Still Linger,
Like A Poem, Perfume Instilled
Unto That One Perfect Dream
Of Youth.
Spring.
Roar.
Snow.
Moon.
Soar In & Thru
Eternity, A Song
Of Beauty Beneath & Hidden
Between
“Days”
To Wish To Pray
To Become & Believe
In Some Vacant Thought
Un-Aware
Called “Inspiration”
~ R.M. Engelhardt 2011
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Untune The Sky
“…So when the last and dreadful hour
This crumbling pageant shall devour,
The trumpet shall be heard on high,
The dead shall live, the living die,
And Music shall untune the sky”
~ John Dryden
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