Justin Stone'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

Monday, May 30, 2011

the key to every home you have lived

a town like the one your parents lived

a day like the one you were born


today you laid down in the sun and there was no bottom

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Night By River by Slow Western Ghost

A new soundscape called "Night By River" by Burnpile -- featuring Hannah Ebel on flute and vocals, Zach Passero on organ and Justin Stone on guitar.

You may listen to some more Burnpile in progress at my Soundcloud page and Zach's Soundcloud page.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

to go and get gone

turn me on

Monday, May 23, 2011



Another era's delight -- here is the music video for the song "Caught In The Rain" by Preston School of Industry (aka Spiral Stairs) that Zach Passero, Chris Heinrich and I made a few years ago in the township of El Paso, Texas. This is a higher quality version of the video than has been on the Interbytes. The song is a great song and this video makes me happy.

Go rapture all the time.



I have gone again to sea

Saturday, May 21, 2011

What did the fish say to the fish?

“I’m all wet.”

“Sometimes I feel like a clown-triggerfish.”

“My days of flitting around in a school are long gone.”

“Spawn?”

“What I wouldn’t do for a shiny lure with a hook in it about now.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“I’m pretty sure this ocean is a thinly-veiled humanist agenda.”

“When I go, I hope it’s gills out, fins back.”

“I suspect you are one of these attention whores.”

“If I had to do it all over again I might not have gone upstream.”

“You’ve got a minnow complex.”

“Sometimes I feel like a monkeyface prickleback.”

“I often wish I were a bird.”

“It’s been a long time since I went upstream.”

“Do you ever wish you could just close your eyes?”

“I tell you, I hate bluegills.”

“This large-mouthed bass was going on and on about all the swimming he’s been doing.”

“It’s like, ‘Fucking aholehole: I’m swimming too.’”

“Sometimes I feel like a bigeye squaretail.”

“It’s like we just drift every day awake, swimming and swimming.”

“What’s up your cloaca?”

“The question is: how can we get paid to swim?”

“Last thing I want to do is get caught up in a school of silversides.”

“I heard this shoal of herring going on and on about ‘their watery-ruler Oceanus blah blah blah,’ and I didn’t say anything, you know—judge not unto others blah blah blah—but the more I thought about it the angrier I got. I mean, this lake was founded under a belief in Poseidon blah blah blah, right?”

“Sometimes I feel like a combtooth blenny.”

“I love it when the light cuts through the water like that.”

“There you go chasing every shiny thing in the water.”

“My old man got a rubber worm. I don't wanna get a rubber worm.”

“Don’t even think about drying out.”

“We should know by now that worms do not just drop into the water.”

“Sea you.”

“I could have been a better swimmer.”

“I’m afraid I would taste good baked.”

“Lookit the dorsal fin on that sunfish.”

“Sometimes I feel like a velvet catfish.”

“It is a young fish always going on and on about his feelings.”

“Fuck it. I’m going downstream.”

“I would like to go upstream one more time.”

“May your gills stay wet.”

“He had a thousand little dream of me.”

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

studying the hidden narratives in the Smokey & the Bandit trilogy
what if there IS an un-released version of part 3?
one in which Gleason is both a Smokey AND a Bandit?
the outcome of our lives is being decided in a southland high-rise
most of us do not have an estate willing or able to buy back the print
most stories are sitting around untold
while a pack brays the same story over and over again...
in Smokey & the Bandit we come to see the caricature of a caricature by a higher-consciousness caricature –
the Dalai Lummox
a floppy-eared dog named Fred holds the entire thing together...
it is unclear why for the Bandit this Job is so hard, or so important,
especially unclear what it is about the job that makes him a Legend...

moose twit, tick turd, lollipop, summbitch

“a long way to go, and short time to get there – watch ol’ Bandit run...”
red button down shirt, vagina pants, cowboy hat and Trans Am—
toss in a mustache and you have a LEGEND





i offer my bald services for your reboot

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

he had in his hand what he knew to be a ‘calculator,’ but none of the symbols on the too-tiny buttons were intelligible. “now i’m in a fix.” the sums had to be figured, and soon, but he had no way of figuring. right then he gnashed the back of his tongue, fell down a flight of stairs. “if only i had a piano,” he thought. “or a giant clock face.”

her face had been born again, but not the rest of her. suddenly she felt so orphaned.

as far as he could tell Nobody Else Had It

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Life has a way of working itself out.



every curve you missed/was a deer/trying to get home

Saturday, May 07, 2011

"You had to lose your illusions while at the same time holding on to some sense of possibilities. But more so your illusions of adult life, and a life without limitation, which I think everyone dreams of and imagines at a certain point. The song that needs to be sung is the song about how do you deal with these things and move along to a creative life, a spiritual life, a satisfying life, and a life where you can make your way through the day and sleep at night -- that's what most of those songs are about."

Bruce Springsteen on Darkness at the Edge of Town