Thursday, January 12, 2006

THE WOLF MOON was rising as I walked the labyrinth this evening. See her how she flies Golden sails across the sky Close enough to touch But careful if you try Though she looks as warm as gold The moon's a harsh mistress The moon can be so cold Once the sun did shine And lord it felt so fine The moon a phantom rose Through the mountains and the pine And then the darkness fell The moon's a harsh mistress It's hard to love her well I fell out of her eyes I fell out of her heart I fell down on my face, yes I did And I tripped and I missed my star And I fell and fell alone The moon's a harsh mistress The sky is made of stone The moon's a harsh mistress She's hard to call your own Jimmy Webb 11:28:48 PM    comment []

SCENIC TULSA: GRAFFITI HOMAGE? Somewhere in Tulsa, close to one of the few black ribbons I did that the Street Dept. hasn't painted over—yet—new stencil art has appeared. I have been told by someone who knows someone that these were inspired by and in homage to yours truly, the notorious Dr. Omed. If so, I am honored, particularly since my ribbons are crude in comparison to their work. I am given to understand they particularly liked my nuns, which, alas, are on a long if not permanent retreat. Power to the people, baby, and Hail Mary ten times. 5:38:56 PM    comment []