Sun standing still

Farmer's Tan

I've been here before -- loping, potsherds, a pilgrimage of time,

I have a mosquito's puncture, regarding a waterfall in Oregon, eyelash thinking of fallen companions -- The Indian guy and his wife, the porchlight blaring on a vacancy of oracular lichen. Ghost town, timbers, portals to interstices Hyperborean, the Pleiades rising up the sleepy horizon. Wo kommst du,
lungs seething, out of shape potentia flaming from ferns millions of years back, miners strolled the earth,

What is the sound of the river?

Like a spigot mortar a clay ornamental pot outside my window lobs roman candles, the Paiute still planted there at his homestead, sun and snow on remotest summits, it's easier going up than coming down.

JF

June 17 2011

the chunk the 8- track tape makes when it jumps

A Moment of Sudden Disorientation, by CAD, which is:

Pages Two and Three of Vagabund

Cave of Forgotten Dreams

Today sat down, donned 3d glasses, and partook in Werner Herzog's paleogean trip: Cave of Forgotten Dreams. Spectacularly mystic and evocative work that resurrects the hidden Cro Magnons and cave bears. The scenes with the curtained, painted depths of the cave alternate with scientists and entertaining wackoes such as the perfumist who snuffs the earth for possible undiscovered caverns. An incantation in the same sense as the droning zithers and scalloped gables and mountains featured in some of Herzog's other films. After the credits signaled the show is over, I propelled myself into the cavernous heat of the day, the bison in the film seemingly informing my sclera briefly.