Bedrock & Paradox

I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.

Breakfast for lunch

Mine, and M’s.
Egg with onion and (farmers market) garlic.

Food with thought, as the market goes apeshit.  I’m not enough of an economist to say much on this, but I do think both sides are asking good questions, that for the most part have gone unanswered.  All the hysterics, super-capitalist and fear of socialism alike, are not useful.
Listening to:
The live version of “All Blues” on My Funny Valentine.  Miles fucking rips.

Evening Edit:
The Winard Harper Sextet is my new favorite group.  Tight like a motherfucking ear.

DaveC

2 responses to “Breakfast for lunch”

  1. Geoff Avatar
    Geoff

    privatize profits and socialize loses tis the american way… good to see that at least the House isn’t buying into it.

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  2. Meredith Avatar
    Meredith

    I’m sorry – are ears tight??? Is it really a compliment to call them “Tight like an ear”???You mean like an ear drum???Just checking.

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