Nobody's creekbed

songs, prayers, poetry, stories, art, photographs, moving pictures, fondnesses, tall-tales and meditations

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The Anterior Insula and Hwy W

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

you googled you
and it was true:
the face transplant never took

Monday, January 24, 2011

photography/design Marlena G. Miller

Though Bess was pregnant, it should be noted that Benmont was the swollen one. The bank account was empty and from the outside the band's prospects appeared to be dim, but the songs were plentiful. Ringing things in open tunings. Dollar later called 'em "an endless stream of beaten-up haikoos in worn denim."  

"If you got the songs, everything else will take care of itself."

"We felt like we had to get back to Arkansas and birth this mother." 

Those guys spent more time going back and forth to Arkansas than anybody I ever seen. 

"Pack your enlarged heart in a duffel bag. Wrap it, pack it in ice, wrap that, and then stick the whole thing in a duffel bag."

Own it and make it shine.

"The moving pictures would come later, the latter day histories. Things hard to believe."

Saturday, January 22, 2011

when it got dark we lit candles,

saw ourselves anew

quiet like the cat
in our very lap

Friday, January 21, 2011

I am posting some new old stuff over at Karst Topography. I like the way it looks over there, visually speaking. Stoneseed Jimson words to remain here.

Monday, January 17, 2011

the shows you put up
to which nobody came

the shows you put up

Friday, January 14, 2011

the impetus to cut stone,
leave it

(easy not to,
save the impetus)

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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

your deep night
homeless radio sensation

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Shake Sugaree
Elizabeth Cotten and grandchild Brenda Evans