Lights Out

From Dawn to Dusk

Fading light dims the sight
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright
From afar drawing nigh,
Falls the night.

Day is done, gone the sun
From the hills, from the lake, from the sky
All is well, safely rest;
God is nigh.

Then goodnight, peaceful night;
Till the light of the dawn shineth bright.
God is near, do not fear,
Friend, goodnight.

Yours in affectionate crepuscularity,
Robert

Oakland Bubble Run

from

The Sea Wolf

by

Jack London

"Death Larsen!" I involuntarily cried. "Is he like you?"

"Hardly. He is a lump of an animal without any head.
He has all my-- my--"

"Brutishness," I suggested.

"Yes,--thank you for the word,--all my brutishness, but

he can scarcely read or write."

"And he has never philosophized on life," I added.

"No," Wolf Larsen answered, with an indescribable air of

sadness, "And he is all the happier for leaving life alone.
He is too busy living it to think about it.
My mistake was in ever opening the books."

This Side

You dream of colors that have never been made.
You imagine songs that have never been played.
They will try to buy you and your mind.
Only the curious have something to find.

Sean Watkins

From the Abbey of Thélème

And in order to give you an idea of who it is that is speaking to you, I will say that I believe that I am descended from some rich king or prince of former times, for you never saw a chap who had a greater longing to be a king, and a wealthy one, than I , so that I might be able to dispense good cheer, not have to work, not have to worry about anything at all, but be able to enrich my friends and all others who are good and wise.

Gargantua

Mooning about on the #21 Hayes to 6th

However, you are to interpret all that I do and say
in the very best part,
holding in reverence
the cheese-shaped brain
that feeds you these fine puff-balls;
and to the best of your ability,
always keep me
good company.

Gargantua

Rabelais

Box of Rain

Walk into splintered sunlight
Inch your way through dead dreams
to another land
Maybe you're tired and broken
Your tongue is twisted
with words half spoken
and thoughts unclear

What do you want me to do
to do for you to see you through
A a box of rain will ease the pain
and love will see you through

Lesh and Hunter

Hall of Fame

My home ain't in the Hall of Fame.

You can go there but you won't find my name.

My songs don't belong on Top Forty Radio.

I'll keep the old back forty for my home.

Joe Dolce

Another day older and deeper in debt

Greetings from Jakob Bernoulli's tomb and The Collège de 'pataphysique

Eadem mutata resurgo

Although changed,
I shall arise the same.

Sheer Lunacy

Full Moon in Virgo

Prewett Ranch and Hillcrest

Hillcrest and Vista Grande


Lonetree and Hillcrest


Sansome and Sutter


Eclipsed Moon and Street Lamp

The wee thing or Mary of Castle Crary

'Saw ye my wee thing; Saw ye mine ain thing?
Saw ye my true love down on yon lea?
Cross'd she the meadow, yestreen at the gloaming?
sought she the burnie whar flw'rs the haw tree?'

Robert Burns