Monday Night Footplay

Rose was pretty lonely. She was pushing the big 50 into the next decade wayyyyy too quickly. She wasnt unattractive in fact she was fairly beartiful. She wasnt really sagging. She had a little 'droop'; then of course she couldnt danse. She was no danseur. She was a secretary. Top notch of course and well paid. But since Bill had left her for a younger woman, she was alone. Lonely. Eleanor Rigby alone. Darning her socks in the night when theres nobody there. She saw the ad in the Houston Chronicle...."Salsa nights" come and dance the blues away! Sunday night. She had dinner at "Houston" and then off down Central Ave to the hall....

A rpse by any other name.........................
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On the other hand there is the war in Iraq. Which the Americans are desparately trying to win. (what happened to Osama??)
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Eusebius.
Bought three more books today. One on Origen, one on Eusebius, and one on Clement of Alexandria. Jes wanted to git a better picture of their positions. Hopefully they will have facts in them, real translated statements that I can point to and say..."There. It is written."
I read Mencken but I taste the bitterness of loneliness in his position. He said he was full of laughter. wellllll........... He's ded nah. So he's basically full of dust. It'll be 50 years since they buried him in 2006. But he was sharp and not afraid to say the truth as he saw it. I bought the books I bought because he quotes them. And they were the ancient church fathers.
Did Mencken read the greek? He boldly said that 1st Peters epistle was cruder greek than 2nd Peter. But he could have read that that was so. But he says he was a theologian So maybe he read some of the ancient manuscripts. But he was also a newspaper reporter. And they glean the facts from testimony quite frequently.
I'm STILL not interested in life after death. Im interested in Life after birth. I feel like I've got it. But in the last days of my stay here on the planet.....
Bowe

So Shut up

Been reading Mencken and Nitzsche. Maybe Mencken had syphillis too? Is that what it takes to be sceptical and critical? It cant be wrong to criticize. It can be destructive, but maybe that which was built badly needs to be torn down. I am as they say, one of the mob. One of the little men. Intellectuals are of course entirely lofty and history will record them as supermen and then reveal their personal proclivitiy to the absurd, because usually historians are little men too. I live in a country divided. A country run by the money. A country that continually wants to call itself religious, ne nation Under Gawd, or independent. The points I read that these two men brought up I had been wrestling with for years. I am the dunce they speak of. I am the fraud. But I did what I wanted to. (inasmuch as I could afford to do what I did,artistically.) Nothing changes. I guess this has been said too many times. But men will search the christian bible for inspiration and solace and never look inside themselves to see whats going on there. The Church decried a Round Planet, that was NOT the center of the universe. It said medicine was witchcraft, It changes its mind with every new scientific discovery, and stifles science with its superstitious chicanery. I should hate it as Nitzsche did and as Mencken did. But I again am low class and cant bring myself to. My bad. But I think what I dont hate is what Nitzsche called the only true Christian (dead or alive) who was executed in Jerusalem years ago.
It wasnt his fault men made money on his deeds. My mother used to say "this is hell". talking about her life. It can be. I felt that way for a long time. Especially when I lived in a rooming house in the black ghetto in Rock Island. No job, food stamps, the misery of divorce, the realization that I wasn't educated enough to get a career, that I had blown my opportunities to play music.
I was like all the other lowly men, a fearer of Hell. Now after all that has gone down. It doesnt matter. It matters to the Ministry. They lose money when we bail on them. Im married like Mencken says a man marries, and I live in an illusion. The state of marriage. But like he was amazed, I am amazed. I like my wife, and we get along famously. I can do what I want, and I do. She does what she wants and enjoys it. We come together at home and enjoy that. We argue, and especially where my daughter is concerned, we disagree somewhat. But never for long or very intense.
Ahhhhhhhhhh
how nice.
but those two.
So pointedly correctly.
But the stigma of adultry is nothing at the highest social levels. It is only a problem with the little men. Or the church. It all depends on your illusion. The enraged man charging in and blasting his woman with bullets. It only goes as high as dentistry. Or Chiropracters. All the rest of the lofty just change dansers and move on.
and on
and on.
And facing the blackness of eternity in death?
It is again just rest.
Eternal rest.
This is why I think there is no just reason for war. It solves nothing in the long term and takes the ability to grow and flourish away from the locals in the path of the conflict. All those dead people are dead. The are in the blackness. Do they know it? Nope.
They just are gone.
Mr. Carlin said "I looked around and we are fucked."
Truely.
Bowe

Sunday

I saw the Andersons again today. The Bluegrass Gospel group. I took my father in law with me this time so he could hear them live. It was excellent. They play so well and are extremely balanced. They use a studio mike for live shows, and it really works for their acoustic instruments. What a pleasure.
If ya want pics and tunes go to:
www.pilgrimproductions.org
pick music and Clinton, Iowa

Milestone

Tonight we drove to Cedar Rapids. My wife was given a cert for 10 years service at her job. The food was simple and delicious. The drive was cool (35 degrees farenheit) but the night was clear and starry. The had a bassist and guitarist there that played about 7 songs. Jazz. They opened with sweet Georgia Brown and closed with the theme from the flintstones. I remember when jazzmen used to cover the the theme from Woody woodpecker. ha ha ha ha ha.

Black Day

60% of the registered voters voted. 48% of them against the present regieme, and 51% of them for it. Hardly a mandate. I thought JFK would do well as president. I had really hoped we'd turn that corner. 40% of the registered voters and the rest of the country was silent and accepted whatever, or just didnt or couldnt care.
Without the 'haves helping the 'have nots' we have no love. Anyone with a brain knows that the present regieme is the most powerful monetarily. Oil and gas. But this was over religion, and progressive social and moral issues. This election was not about poverty, or the war in Iraq! It was about homos getting married. It was about Xtianity versus Islam. It was about abortion, and drilling holes for oil.
It was just a black day.