jpaulgorman

     in memory of a memorable tennis player.  evidently this Fries guy was quiet a fellow.  his unexpected passing from cancer in his latish forties was a cruel demonstration of the devil's work.  many, if not everybody, at the event had been impacted personally by this killer.  the fight continues.  and there is victory on both sides, this battleground of our lives.  the war was won long ago.  the destruction and decay we see daily is sour grapes.  the builders keep building.  the encouragers keep encouraging.  the war is won.      tennis folks were all around.  this academy in frisco.  passed right by, it so perfectly compliments the neighborhood.  a tight fit, no chance for indoor courts now.  just play in the mist and train in the rain.  many prodigies.  drills and drills and drills.  didn't see a backboard, but surely there is one.  a small pool, a boutique, room...

.desperately and without reservation. .water will find its way to calm. .settle into the low lands. .the streams spill out constantly. .temporary carriers of anything, really. .the rush never ends. .evaporation is the enemy. .sucked up into the atmosphere. .to fall again and again. .all this for peace and stillness. .or to be frozen til the globe warms. .water is life for sure. .the tides are pulled by the moon. .shaking and roiling the oceans. .lighting the way to land.

in many ways it is completely absurd.  the idea that we can do nothing more than what's been done.  mothers and fathers have no idea.  the minds of humans.  our intervention, our counsel, our stoic lips.

c f c g place your hand upon my heart. feel it beat for love and art. sing a song before you go. make it spacey, make it slow. now consider why you're here. why you see the end so clear. why you have unending hope. why you have to leave your notes. f c f g sugar, sugar you know I love you. sugar, sugar yeah, yeah try again to tell me how. to see the faces in the clouds. talk for awhile after the show make it spacey, make it slow. words followed by silent stares. lights were lit, souls were bared. most beautiful thing I ever seen. all I want, you're all I need.

.it must be the speed of our travel that makes us age. .with every rotation the inertia is relentless. .without gravity or weight we would be thrown away. .into the airless night beyond where our eyes can view. .imaginations are not sufficient to describe the unseen. .our creature nature is only a temporary albatross. .limitations of the primitive body and narrow mind.

.it is as awful as they say...as we think...there is no easy way...just as they are forced...yanked...pulled...they must be freed...the snaps...the chisels...the resistant counter weight...perfectly placed...jawlines and pearls.

...who knew of all this equipment... ...all the wires and bags of clear solution... ...hooked up and taped tight... ...drips are dripping smoothly... ...before the cup of pills while the nerves are lit... ...the final shot takes the lids down... ...sanitize everything twice... ...bring the doctors in one by one... ...green masks and pocket protectors... ...clean waiting rooms and magazines... ...award winning health associates... ...elaborate uses of colors and glass... ...gyro lunch specials by the greeks... ...the sisters covering for each other... ...automated updates and private consultations... ...political commentators pass the time... ...trump wants to be the king or queen maker... ...wants to make sure he is in position for the payoff... ...the good hands and robots are in control... ...flat screens tell the story and buzz constantly...

.like what a nebula might sound like. .slow revealing and undeniable. .eventually taking full form and echoing. .behind is the chunka chunka chunka. .just walking along in the song. .voices were wide and could be wider still. .structure is maintained and respected. .and a constant and true beacon lurks. .always there. always around. always. .onward to the middle of the sea. .where the calm is at it's most calm. .where confusion and worry are lost.

...captured a moment in time... ...at the time a trader... ...the market went pop... ...the possibilities immediately recognized... ...then the tears... ...no, not jerry... ...the original spacefolk music... ...all things musical... ...the tour had ended... ...just in time... ...two phenomenons collide... ...dead ain't bout tie die and body odor... ...or looking like the band... ...it's close your eyes sounds... ...free and easy and perpetual... ...like the internet...

right here and right now is primary. only parts of yesterday are remembered. the good parts should not be forgotten. peace with each breath. labors are far away. the future is a wonder. beginning with the end in mind. each day is like this. convince once again. convict over and over. spontaneous impulses of action. or inaction. these things are decided quickly. and are usually easy decisions. mind over body is a good thing. soul over the mind. word over the soul. translated by God Himself.