{sunday} Knox Bronson ~ Still Standing

It’s my birthday, so I get to have the {daily pic}! I didn’t have a new picture to post, so I looked back in the past. I don’t think I have ever posted this picture, done with that great old app, LoFi, on Pixels. I did post it somewhere once and got a note from a guy who said he could totally relate, how the image spoke to him, how the machines grind up sensitive/vulnerable individuals as symbolized by the duck.

That’s the magic of art: people see what they want or need to see. I saw it as more of a humorous image, but he saw it in a completely different light. It’s nice when one’s work touches another human being.

The reality is I’m 69 years old as of 15 minutes ago.

An hour ago my blood pressure was 185 over 93. I was debating going to the emergency room. I checked it again a few minutes later. It had dropped down to 118 over 70. Go figure. I had a heart stress test the other day: my heart is in great shape. But my blood pressure is all over the place. Back to the doctor on Tuesday.

My new kitty, two months old, Monkey Blue, is asleep on my lap. He brings so much joy into my life right now.

My three big projects, all very important to me, are at a standstill. A book I spent four months outlining & for which I developed a detailed proposal and for which I am seeking an agent or publisher. Building out a photo studio where I now live. Finishing my next album. I am trying to figure out work-arounds, working around the individuals who are holding them up, that is. Rather than get stressed out, which is one reason my blood pressure is up, I’m sure.

I love life and I love this world and the people in it. It’s been a long haul. Through grace, an unearned gift, I was pulled out of the prison of alcoholism and addiction by a Power beyond my comprehension, twenty-nine years ago and life has been an adventure ever since. I am lucky to have many wonderful people in my life, including the artists who contribute here and those in the past.

I have never really been into Nick Cave, but I recently heard this song somewhere, tracked it down on YouTube, found the lyrics. All I can say is it speaks to me, where I am, right now.

I figure I’ve got another 10 or 15 years of productivity in me. Art and music to create. Songs to sing. Meals to cook and share. Books to read. Hopefully to meet someone to love again.

I was born five weeks premature on November 10, 1950, a little over four pounds. They put me in an incubator. Luckily they didn’t pump in too much oxygen into it like they did with some babies back then, which often created lifelong problems and disabilities, like blindness and muscular dystrophy. I did, however, develop infant diarrhea after a couple weeks and they didn’t know what to do about that sixty-nine years ago.

The doctors told my parents I was not going to make it.

I am Knox Bronson at your service and I am still standing.

Happy Birthday to me and Happy Sunday to you.

The fires continued through the night
The kid with a bat face appeared at the window, and disappeared into the headlights
I was halfway to the pacific coast
I had left you in your longing and your yearning like a ghost
There’s little room for wonder now, and little room for wildness too
We crawl into our wounds
I’m nearly all the way to Malibu
I’m gonna buy me a house up in the hills
With a tear-shaped pool and a gun that kills
‘Cause they say there is a cougar that roams these parts
With a terrible engine of wrath for a heart
That she is white and rare and full of all kinds of harm
And stalks the perimeter all day long
But at night lays trembling in my arms
And I’m just waiting now, for my time to come
And I’m just waiting now, for my time to come
And I’m just waiting now, for my place in the sun
And I’m just waiting now, for peace to come
And I’m just waiting now, for my time to come
And I’m just waiting now, for my time to come
And we hide in our wounds and I’m nearly all the way to Malibu
And I know my time will come one day soon
I’m waiting for peace to come
And I’m nearly all the way to Malibu
Oh babe we’re on the run, we’re on the run, we’re on the run
Halfway down the Pacific coast
I left you sleeping like a ghost in your wounds
Darling your dreams are your greatest part
I carry them with me in my heart
Darling your dreams are your greatest part
I carry them with me in my heart
Somewhere, don’t knowNow I’m standing on the shore
All the animals roam the beaches
Sea creatures rise out of the sea
And I’m standing on the shore
Everyone begins to run
The kid drops his bucket and spade and climbs into the sun
Kisa had a baby, but the baby died
Goes to the villagers, says my baby’s sick
Villagers shake their heads and say to her
Better bury your baby in the forest quick
It’s a long way to find peace of mind, peace of mind
It’s a long way to find peace of mind, peace of mind
Kisa went to the mountain and asked the Buddha
My baby’s sick, Buddha said don’t cry
Go to each house and collect a mustard seed
But only from the house where no one died
Kisa went to each house in the village
My baby’s getting sicker, poor Kisa cried
But Kisa never collected one mustard seed
In every house, someone had died
Kisa sat down in the old village square
She hugged her baby and cried and cried
She said everybody is always losing somebody
Then walked into the forest and buried her child
Everybody’s losing someone
Everybody’s losing someone
It’s a long way to find peace of mind, peace of mind
It’s a long way to find peace of mind, peace of mind
And I’m just waiting now, for my time to come
And I’m just waiting now, for peace to come, for peace to come

Shawn Lewis ~ Delta

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Ólafur Arnalds · Nils Frahm ~ A1
(this is a YouTube playlist, so you can just let it keep playing … really wonderful!)

{en vedette} Barbara duBois ~ Between Seasons

Originally published September 29, 2014.

Barbara included a poem with the image:

Between the seasons I stand,
Life lies in my hand–
Half for what is outside, half for what’s within;
Half for what is coming, half for what has been.
Thus I divide what once was whole,
That I may see my secret soul!

Summoning The Fates by Z. Budapest

The Art of the iPhone

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