Williams' Mechanical Bulls
I can see our friend
William S.
hunched over the pedestal
talkin' bout
gravity
and love
and always
mechanical bulls
and Brownstone
finding the longest
darkest roads
wishing us luck
in our journeys
throwing his head back
laughing mad
at the night
I can see
Grayson
stumbling down
narrow pub hallways
and back alleys
to take a piss
always showin' us
and tellin' it
like it is
Ed's at the diner
and Fisher's on the road
convulsing in
nameless hotel rooms
somewhere in the west
and the countless faces
and names
that it takes
to start a movement
or a cult
can be found in
all night diners
and stranger bars with
all of Williams'
mechanical bulls
10 comments:
*William S. is for William S. Burroughs, which is really just how I refer to C. Mac.
right, on!
It's all lonely and pathetic, isn't it?
No, I don't think it is. I think it's all beautiful.
thru innocent, virgin eyes its all lonely and pathetic
It is lonely...that's what we are...that's why it's a "cult", that's why we yearn for the "movement", because people need people, because we're afraid to be alone...when you are at peace with being solitary, when you recognize that being alone is time spent with yourself, listening to your own voice, living your now, the movement happens in you. Don't deny aloneness don't fear it...it's what makes togetherness strong, it gives power and meaning to "we". What is pathetic is denial, what is pathetic is childish bickering...what is pathetic is being so afraid of being alone with yourself that you fail to branch out and take risks, to move on, to move forward...what's pathetic is never challenging the mechanical bull...you want to start a movement? Live like you mean it every fucking day.
....and mark, i would think "through innocent virgin eyes" it wouldn't be "all lonely and pathetic", i would think that it would be crisp and new and wonderful...without the distraction of sex and the corruption of mind to interfere with the beauty that is in every day...
I think you should go back and read that again. OR just leave the meaning up to this joe ghost character.
If you don't mind, I believe in plain speaking...and I think that he seems to revere these people he is writing about. It seems that he likes the idea of a 'movement' or 'cult' not because he needs people to make himself feel whole, but maybe because he's just a small part of something bigger than himself.
I think, Lilly girl, perhaps your ego is too large to truly understand a "we". You seem just as lost and confused as the rest of the world. You do not have it figured out. This being painfully obvious to anyone who reads your personal accounts. I'm not being mean spirited here, I'm just speaking plainly.
I'm sure much will come of this, but I am just a plain oil man and do not travel in your circles. Discuss and argue amongst yourselves, as this seems the normal course and I will keep reading.
Just one word of advise:
Go out their and get your hands dirty
and spew gold all over the place.
-D.Plainview
Dear Mr. Plainview,
Pardon. You misunderstand me, but it wont be held against you darling for Hares, those especially of the March genus are prone to speak in riddles.
I aim to clarify.
Forget not that I KNOW 85% of the writers on walking english intimately. Have rolled out miles upon miles of road below our tires together. Danced and dreamed and drunk and singing and bailing out of jail and breaking into our own houses and cats living in cars and diners and daybreak and heartbreak and juicers and guitars and passions and bare feet and being broke and broken and fast cars and rest stops and babies and weather and hotels rooms with missing doorknobs and volcanoes and butterflies and battling for our souls and buckets of hope and DIRT!
I know these people. They are some of the most amazing folks i have ever and will ever meet.
I do not need to justify my previous comment, they know what I'm saying and if they don't, they know how to reach me for further discussion.
You are absolutely correct in saying "you do not have it figured out" I don't, but I also wont and have never claimed I that I do. "I know what I know, I'll sing what I say..." That, sir, is "painfully obvious".
A bit about egos, in good humor of course....
First lets define; I'll assume you have chosen to utilize the word "ego" as an attack, in a negative form. In a case such as this, the definition you seek to apply would look something like this "An exaggerated sense of self-importance; conceit" or "an inflated feeling of pride in your superiority to others"
Doesn't sound very friendly to me.
Now, if you were referring to my ego as "your consciousness of your own identity" or "the enduring and conscious element that knows experience" yada yada yada, that to me sir sounds of a more accurate and appropriate description for my "ego"...
Never once did I say that our dear Ghost needed these people to feel whole, although, through personal experience i can confirm that the vivid folks of walking english have in the past and to this day helped me personally in mending my heart and soul and giving me HOPE. In helping me feel fill holes.
They are indeed to be revered! Show me a person who knows that better than I and I shall turn in my ears and tail; to never hop again!
What I said was that we are lonely. People in general are lonely. Even in a room full of people a person could feel completely alone. We require companionship...read "Into The Wild" or watch the movie...and it's that loneliness, it's being alone that makes the togetherness the companionship that more rewarding. Do you understand? Basic heaven/hell, good/evil concept. What is beauty if you have nothing that isn't beautiful to compare it to?
In closing, simply, the overall gist of my comment on Ghost's post was not a comment on Ghost's post itself but on the comments left by Dr. Weezil and the Publisher. It was a response to a response. But thank you, for attacking my "ego" and for stating how "painfully" obvious it is that I don't have jack shit figured out. Plainly spoken and mean spiritless of course; love your justification.(Seriously)
Soooo I guess now I better take your "advice" and "go out there and get my hands dirty" It's not like I've been transient and homeless for over a year, or have spent hours upon hours upon days and weeks and months coming to terms with having an intense bi-polar personality, not like i've never given all of my heart to someone only to have them literally suck it dry. It's not like i haven't dealt with and alcoholic father my whole life, or watched a loved one battle cancer and lose. I should go out and get dirty, my fingernails are too well manicured and the souls of my feet haven't touched the earth in god only knows how long. Maybe I'll canoe down a river and jump of a cliff into it then sleep under the stars in the woods for days without a tent. Maybe I should get off my ego-inflated painfully unaware ass, get out there and DANCE till I'm drenched with sweat and reeking of life.
Maybe I'll just continue to take my own advice and live like i mean it every day, through adversity and loneliness and heartbreak and homelessness and confusion and pain and dirt. I smile buddy. A lot. And I mean it. Every fucking time.
Thanks though.
I'll be over here drinkin my milkshake if you have anything else you'd like to discuss.
PS: You shouldn't have killed that priest in the end there dude, even though he was a total weaselly tool. You're fucking crazy, and not the fun kind.
Oh dear Lillies with brookes running 'tween.
I keep my promises and, therefore, simply had to put Eli ::stomps foot on the ground:: underground.
I appreciate the time taken out of your day to read and reply to what I was saying. And I thank you for clarifying what was truly misunderstood in your previous comment(s).
I look forward to butting heads in this playful way again in the future.
P.S.: It's pronounced POE-TAH-TOE
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