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9/3/12

"Dharma Bums" of Jack Kerouac en the Giant Gary Snyder en the meaning of "Physis", of "Nature," of "Lovin", of "Livin", of "Leavin"..


A Poem from Gary Snyder (1930- )





from Myths and Texts


"I don't have to take this kind of shit,

Another twenty years
and I tell 'em to shove it"

(he was sixty-five then)
In 1934 they lived in shanties
At Hooverville, Sullivan's Gulch.
When the Portland-bound train came through
The trainmen tossed off coal.

"Thousands of boys shot and beat up
For wanting a good bed, good pay,
decent food, in the woods -- "
No one knew what it meant:
"Soldiers of Discontent."
© Gary Snyder. 























These days I am rereadin the Kerouac's book "Dharma Bums" .. I think, that that masterpiece brings The True Answers of  The Big Questions about Life, Love, Nature, en "Physis" the Greek word that Gary Snyder uses to translate the Whole meaning of Nature, as the Science..



After the belowmentioned  big scene of the aforementioned book :


"...and went to sleep the night in the sand far down the beach at the foot of a cliff, where cop's wouldn't see me ane drine me away.. I coked hotdogs on freshly cut over the coals of a big wood fire and heated a can of beans and a can of cheese macaroni in the redhot hollows and drunk my newly bought wine and exulted in one of the most pleasant nights of my life.... I waded in the water and dunked a little and stood looking up the splendorus night sky of dark en diamonds.. Happy. Just in my swim sorts, barefooted, wild haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running  - that's the way to life.. All alone and free in the soft sands  of the beach by the sigh of the sea out there.. I sat crosslegged in the sand and contemplated  my life..Wll there, and what difference did it make? Ah poor mind of man, and lonely man alone on the beach, and the God watching with intent smile I'd say..."..


we can read the first intoduction of  Japhy Ryder who is the Prince of Mother Nature, Gary Snyder..


".. and the second I met was the member one Dharma Bum of them all and in fact it was he Japhy Ryder, who coined the phrase.. J. Ryder was a kid from eastern Oregon brought up in a log cabin deep in the woods with his father and mother and sister from the beginning a woods boy, an axman, farmer, intersested in animals and indian lore so that when he finally got to college by hook or crook he was already well equipped for his early studies in anthropology and later in Indian myth.. Finally he learned Chinese en Japanese en become an oriental scholar and discovered the greatest Dharma Bums of them all, the Zen Lunatics of China en Japan.."..


".. He was wiry, suntanned, vigorous, open, all howdies, en glad talk and even yelling hello to bums on the street en when asked a question answered right off the bat from the top or bottom of his mind I don't know which en always in a sprightly sparkling way.."..


".. Where did you meet Ray Smith?' they asked him when we walked in to the Place, the favorite bar of the hapcats arround the Beach.. 
'Oh I always meet my Bodhisattvas in the street!' he yelled, and ordered beers.."..


".. Sometimes he'd quiet down and just stare sadly at the floor, like a man whittling. He was merry at times. He showed dreat sympathetic interest in me and in the story about the little Saint Teresa bum and the stories I told him about my own experiences hopping freights or hitchhiking or hiking in woods. He claimed at once that I was a great 'Bodhisattva', meaning 'great wise being' or 'great wise angel,'.."..


".. Japhy's buddy was the aforementioned booboo big old goodhearted Warren Coughlin a hundred and eighty pounds of poet meat, who was advertised by Japhy as being more than meets the eye. 
'Who is he?'
'He's my big best friend from up the Oregon..At first you thing he's slow en stupid but actually he's a shining diamond. You'll see. Don't let him cut you to ribons. He'll make the top of your head fly away, boy, with a choice chance word.' 


".. Take your clothes off en join in, Smith!' But on top of all that, the feelings about Princess, I'd also gone through an entire year of celibacy based on my feeling that lust was the direct cause of birth which was the direct cause of suffering and death and I had really no lie come to a point where I regarded lust as offensive and even cruel.."..


'Pretty girls make graves' was my saying, whenever I'd had to turn my head arround involuntarily to stare at the incomparable pretties of Indian Mexico.. And the absence of active lust in me had given me a new peaceful life that I was enjoying a great deal. But this was too much. I was still afraid to take my clothes off; also I never liked to do that in front of more than one person.. But Japhy didn't give a goddamn hoot and holler about any of this.."..


See more at link below.. Please put on BAREFOOTED ONLY..!!
http://www.angelfire.com/bc/villanelle/thedharmabums.html

G. Snyder's biography :  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gary_Snyder




29/2/12

Koροβέσης Ήρως Περικλής, Σώτη Τριανταφύλλου, Epic Beard Man, σε νέες περιπετειώδεις περιπέτειες..

Μόλις πριν από λίγο βγαίνοντας από το Μolly's, όπου και όπως είναι παντελώς άγνωστο κ.κ. Παντελή Παντεπόπτη, είχα αυτομολήσει, για να αποφύγω όλους αυτούς τους γαμημένους ελληναράδες - σκατίνες - κατσικοκλέφτες - βρωμούσες, που λυμαίνονται σαν λιμνάζουσες κουράδες τα στάσιμα ύδατα των υπάτων αναρμόστων και όπου είχα προσευχηθεί να μας αναλάβουν υπό την αγαπητική Των κηδεμονία, Όλα τα άλλα τα αποδέλοιπα  έθνη ακόμα και ο οργανισμός ενωμένων επίπλων, ΜΟΝΟ ΓΙΑ ΕΜΠΟΡΟΥΣ, αφού μας δώσουν την  δόση μας, υποκατάστατο ηρωίνης, μεθαδόνη ή και ακόμη, ακόμη βάλιουμ των 500, κάτι με οδήγησε (μια κάποια ισχυρά Δύμαμις - Αδυναμία που τρέφω στα γλυκά, ιδίως τα σοροπιαστά, αυτά και στα άλλα της μανικής διαίτης) σε μια αποκάλυψη αποκαλυπτική..
Δύο (3) βιντεάκια (τι λέξη, άτε να χαθείς) καινούργια, μόλις ξεβρακωμένα από το σελοφάν, του Ήρωος και της Λαμπρής Σώτης..

Σε μια χώρα, όπου ως πολυθαυμαστής της Σώτης, βάνεις στο google του χωριού σου, "Σώτη" και βγαίνουν 90000000000000000 αποτελέσματα "Σώτης Βολάνης" και 1,5 "Σώτη Τριανταφύλλου", να πάτε να γαμηθείτε ελεινίτσες, γαμημένα ειπηρμένα κλεπτομανιακά δίποδα - μακάρι αυτή η δόση να είναι η τελευταία σας και η πιο θανατηφόρα..

Πατήστε επάνω ΜΟΝΟ ξυπόλυτοι, αφού βγάλετε αυτές τις απαίσιες σαγιονάρες που φοράτε συνέχεια και απολαύστε, πέντε κρίκοι ένα τάληρο, για περάστε παρακαλώ..


To ως άνω του Κοροβέση το βρήκα από το blog "Ελευθεριάκος", "Eleftheriakos"..


To ως άνω της Σώτης, είναι από τον χρήστη "thalesandfriends", συνέντευξη της πολυαγαπημένης στην κα Έμμα Δοξιάδη @ ΝΥ..

Belomentioned, last but no least is my favorite Big Epic Beard, Tom Vietnam Vet from Chicago Illinois NEW 2012 from   vid..!!





13/2/12

The big cat strikes again.. Mouses continue their fuckin "life"..



Προσέξτε παρακαλώ την φωτογραφία:

Ένας αν μη τι άλλο ευλόγως εξαγριωμένος, ενεργός Πολίτης, εισβάλλει στο θεωρείο, της κατά τα 2/3 μουνουχισμένης βουλής, των ιδιοτελών τεράτων και φωνάζει ενάντια στα νεκρόφιλα λαοκτόνα μέτρα..


Από κάτω την ώρα που συλλαμβάνεται από μπράβους του βουλιμικού παρακράτους, κάποια (4) ποντίκια, όσα τουλάχιστον μπορούνε να ειδωθούνε από την φωτογραφία, κοιτάνε στο υπερπέραν, φωλιασμένοι από την εγωτική, εγωμανιακή, εγωπαθή, πρέζα του γαμημένου ΕΓΩ Τους..

Ο ένας μπορεί πολλά..

Φαντάσου όμως και τα μισά έστω από τα ποντίκια να καταλαβαίνανε το στοιχειώδες..

Ότι ο νεκρός ακόμα και αν κλινικά δεν έχει ακόμα πεθάνει, συνεχιζομένου του ματαίου αβίωτου βίου του, δεν έχει να χάσει τίποτα, παρά ΜΟΝΟΝ την ψυχή του..

24/1/12

Richard Hawley, Serious..



Thank God for songs like this...It makes even the darkest day a little brighter..! Just brilliant.. What a Voice (mix J. Cash en Elvis), drums, bass, vid all en all..!! God bless U all..





Lyrics to Serious :

When you are in love
Ah, you feel the stars above
There’s no devil in your eyes
There’s no darkness in disguise

But when you are in love
A kiss can turn your heart to stone
Hearts breaking in the night
There's a devil in her eyes

Oh it’s serious, so serious
A kiss that caught the wind made you delirious
Oh it’s serious, so serious
Take her in your arms don’t be afraid
Never be afraid

When you are in love
Ah, the stars burn bright above
There’s a kindness in your eyes
There’s no darkness in disguise

Oh but when you are in love
Oh your heart it turns to stone
Hearts breaking in the night

There's a devil in her eyes

Oh it’s serious, so serious

A kiss that caught the wind made you delirious
Oh it’s serious, so serious
Take her in your arms don’t be afraid
Never be afraid

Oh it’s serious, so serious
A kiss that caught the wind made you delirious
Oh it’s serious, so serious
So take her in your arms don’t be afraid
Never be afraid


16/1/12

Ανδρέας Εμπειρίκος - Andreas Empeirikos, Καταπληκτικό Ντοκουμέντο..
















http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4010753624085571117

Ηey.. Ηοw's goin?

 I just found an excellent video about Andreas Empeirikos, the Poet - Author of "Megalos Anatolikos"
A must see documentary, with incredible material, mostly owned from his son Leonidas Empeirikos..

 I found it in the Ert/archives @ Paraskhnio.. Plz press the ABOVEmentioned link.. 

 Σας εσωκλείω ένα απίστευτο ντοκουμέντο από την εκπομπή "Παρασκήνιο" για τον "Μέγα" Ανδρέα Εμπειρίκο..  

Παρακαλώ πατήστε με το μαλακό- αφού βγάλετε τας σαγονάρας-  στην παραπάνω παραπομπή ..



21/12/11

American Purgatorio, John Haskel, TO HAVE NO NOTHIN .. My beloved roadmovingtripbook ever as Christmas gift suggestion..


"Finally, he is reduced to begging and living on the beach.."..

"I'm from Chicago originally. I went to New York, married a girl named Anne, and was in the middle of living happily ever after when something happened." 





So begins John Haskell's mesmerizing first novel, American Purgatorio, the story of a happily married man who discovers, as he walks out of a convenience store, that his life has suddenly vanished. 


In cool, precise prose, written as both a detective story and a meditation on the seven deadly sins, Haskell tells a story that is by turns tragic and comic, compassionate and gripping. From the brownstones of New York City to the sandy beaches of Southern California, American Purgatorio follows the journey of a man whose object of desire is both heartbreaking and ephemeral. It confirms John Haskell's reputation as one of our most intriguing new writers, "one of those rare authors who makes language seem limitless in its possibilities" (Susan Reynolds, Los Angeles Times).




My beloved road moving trip book of John Haskel.. Heres a nice introduction from theTom Conoboy's writing blog: 
"..A man goes into a filling station to buy refreshments and when he returns outside his wife and his car have disappeared. This is also the start of George Sluizer’s brilliant 1988 Dutch movie, The Vanishing (and also his witless 1993 Hollywood remake). But there the similarities end. American Purgatorio is a curiosity indeed, like Percival Everett’s American Desert rewritten by Robert M. Pirsig.


This is a philosophical novel of ideas, a meditation on existence and love and hope and despair. It has a lot of humour along the way but, ultimately, this is a serious piece of fiction. 

It is clear early on that all is not as it seems. There is an ethereality about everything that happens to the man, Jack, in the immediate aftermath of his wife's disappeance. Everything seems out of sync. As he stares out of his window the glass appears to become fluid; there is a lag in the steering of his car so that it doesn’t corner until moments after he has turned the wheel; a kid working in a gas station supplies him with power steering fluid despite apparently not having heard Jack ask for it because he was wearing headphones. The world is a strange place, and Jack feels increasingly disconnected from it. 

He leaves his home behind and sets off in his car to find his wife. He has discovered a map in her study with a number of places – Lexington, Kentucky, Boulder, Colorado, San Diego, circled on it and highways marked. With only these clues he sets off in pursuit of his wife, having convinced himself that, because he wants to find her, he will find her. The novel becomes a roadtrip as he traverses America, like Phaedrus on his chautauqua in Zen and the Art of Motorcyle Maintenance, but all the while his experiences and encounters grow increasingly strange. The America he is finding, one feels, is not precisely the America that we know. Each of the chapter headings is taken from Dante’s Seven Deadly Sins, and the people he meets, the moments that elapse, grow ever more troublesome. He feels an overwhelming sense of failure, caused by a ‘disconnect betwen the world [he] wanted and the world as it was.’ He descends deeper into an America that becomes increasingly like its own mythologised past and as he does so he begins to slough off his possessions, giving away his tapes, his books, his mandolin, finally even his car.

In turn, the strange characters he encounters seem to be trying to draw him out of himself – the enigmatic Linda who appears at the start and at the end of his adventures, a couple of hippies with whom he has a sexual encounter, some native Americans who rescue him when his car breaks down, a priapic car driver who offers him a lift, a ‘snowy-haired girl’ who would have been very comfortable in a Haruki Murakami novel – but as Jack’s journey towards purgatory progresses he seems to become increasingly insubstantial. Finally, he is reduced to begging and living on the beach. The dreams he has had for his life have grown ‘smaller and smaller, shrinking and cracking’. The point of his life, he acknowledges, was to be loved, but by now ‘it was enough to simply exist.’ And one begins to suspect that even that basic urge may finally be beyond him, although as he approaches his nadir he does exclaim ‘Wanting life is life, and I’m not quite ready to give it up.’ 




20/12/11

Unbelievable, Christmas Singers Duo, Bing Crosby & David Bowie - The Little Drummer Boy / Peace On Earth





My favorite Christmas song. Bing passed away less then a month after this was filmed, but what a wonderful gift he left us with. RIP Bing..


At last but not least a perfect live radio with 24 hours Christmas songs, a must for these Big hours, the most beautifull days of year..


http://www.sky.fm/play/christmas Plz put your foot easy on, without walkin boots..!!

Merry Christmass to All en remember plz :


Young, old, 2012, just words..


Fall in LOVE with your future..!


Get a life, live your life, NOW..!!