Komisch hoe myDi net zo'n rol kan spelen als eten.



Drinken,
zingen, lezen,
schrijven, praten, luisteren,
tekenen, schilderen, zwemmen, vliegen,
lopen, klimmen, ontdekken &
uitrusten
...
zei hij,
kijkend naar Poco,
Randy Newman, Judee Sill,
Jackson Browne, Warren Zevon,
Joan Baez, Bob Dylan, Judy Collins, Bonnie Raitt?

Ik herhaal vaak dezelfde liedjes door de jaren heen:
geen wonder als je begint met Bach, Beethoven, Brahms, Mahler, Bruckner
and Ry Cooder, Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger, Harry Belafonte, Mahalia Jackson, Sam Cooke &
countless other singers & musicians
from the radio!

In vroeger tijden
zou je daar rustig allerlei andere rijtjes aan kunnen toevoegen
zoals mes, pijl & boog, speer, vuur, jacht, vee, landbouw & 't bouwen van dagelijkse/nachtelijke onderkomens,
't opgroeien, verliefd worden, pijn lijden, op reis gaan &
er al of niet 'terugkeren'
...
Tim Buckley,
Jimi Hendrix, Graham Nash,
David Crosby, Steven Stills, Neil Young:
alle landen, tijden, jaren, culturen die je allemaal
kunt tegenkomen onderderweg on your own Little Feet:
that's Feat, Fate, Future, Fashion for me
THROUGH ALL
those years Here & There
......

Gekke toestanden al met al sinds de jaren '40/'50/'60/'70 v/d vorige eeuw & heerlijk herkauwen via Arte & BBC4! Sentimental memories:
Tears for Fears, Smiles for Biles, Jokes for Hoax? Linda Ronstadt, Buffy Sainte~Marie:
how could I ever stop 'idolizing
my heroes of old'?!!

Just a matter
of sad- & happiness,
grace & danger, hunger & loneliness,
thirst & satisfaction.

Many times I even don't know
whether I'm dreaming or waking,
coming or going, dying or
being born
again
...

Guess
that's the way
our cookies crumble
while we're still alive & do
love each
other
...

What else
can I do than repeat
my joys & troubles, ups & downs
among the good,
bad &
ugly
...

I'm just like a fleshy mirror made by chance &
determination, firewater, airsongs
& James Taylor &
Carly Simon
...

How could I ever stop breathing before I & myself pass away to ashes or rotten flesh underground: guess I'll even remember those things AFTER I'm dead & done for
~~~~~~~~~

To have a father even when you've never met him, a mother even after she's departed, relatives even if you don't see them anymore & all has faded to grey, black, brown, yellow, purple, red, blue, green
~~~
aren't we the result of what was before & the possibility of all things that will come & go, appear & disappear, evolve & crumble into dust of ages, work after wages, care in stages, beauty in violence & tender kisses for all g ds children, fathers, wives, brothers, sisters, cousins, nephews & nieces, uncles & aunts: where did they comes from & where did they go?

Friends, loved & dear ones all fade away sooner & later just like I do.

What's left after all?

Maybe
only myDi
I guess
knipoog
so sleep well,
dream sweet & tell us all about it
if you really want to do so
~~~ I'll continue
as long as I
live
(& after)
~~~~
cool!
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