Photographs by Robert Lee Haycock

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Steinbeck's Ghost

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

The Hooded Man

"Who killed Cock Robin?" "I," said the Sparrow,
"With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin."


"Who saw him die?" "I," said the Fly,
"With my little eye, I saw him die."


"Who caught his blood?" "I," said the Fish,
"With my little dish, I caught his blood."


"Who'll make the shroud?" "I," said the Beetle,
"With my thread and needle, I'll make the shroud."


"Who'll dig his grave?" "I," said the Owl,
"With my pick and shovel, I'll dig his grave."


"Who'll be the parson?" "I," said the Rook,
"With my little book, I'll be the parson."


"Who'll be the clerk?" "I," said the Lark,
"If it's not in the dark, I'll be the clerk."


"Who'll carry the link?" "I," said the Linnet,
"I'll fetch it in a minute, I'll carry the link."


"Who'll be chief mourner?" "I," said the Dove,
"I mourn for my love, I'll be chief mourner."


"Who'll carry the coffin?" "I," said the Kite,
"If it's not through the night, I'll carry the coffin."


"Who'll bear the pall? "We," said the Wren,
"Both the cock and the hen, we'll bear the pall."


"Who'll sing a psalm?" "I," said the Thrush,
"As she sat on a bush, I'll sing a psalm."


"Who'll toll the bell?" "I," said the bull,
"Because I can pull, I'll toll the bell."


All the birds of the air fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,
When they heard the bell toll for poor Cock Robin.

Intentionally yours

Dancing Moon Dust
Blessed Be

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

From Oakland to Oakley

 Joe Miller:
You wouldn't go for a kiss, would you?

Julie Kirk:
No. Not very far.
I Cover the Waterfront

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Rock me, Goddess




Then the day shone bright and rounder
'Til the one turned into two
And the two into ten thousand things
And old things into new...
This is my home
This is my only home
This is the only sacred ground
that I have ever known
And should I stray
In the dark night alone
Rock me Goddess
in the gentle arms of Eden

Dave Carter

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Clever disguise

I am just a troubadour
a tried and true believer
if there's nothing that I can live for
I don't want to be here
I wear my heart on my shirtsleeve
and my dark glasses over my eyes
clever disguise
clever disguise
Eliza Gilkyson

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Return of the Grievous Angel

And I remember something that you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down down down
And they all led me straight back home to you
Gram Parsons

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Still


Well the sun is surely sinking down
But the moon is slowly rising
So this old world must still be spinning round
And I still love you

So close your eyes
You can close your eyes, it's all right
I don't know no love songs
And I can't sing the blues anymore
But I can sing this song
And you can sing this song
When I'm gone
James Taylor

Friday, July 18, 2008

Within you and without you

xoxo
The Bibliomaniac

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Come on home

Infamous Angel, come on home,
To someone who loves you,
And knows you needed to roam.
Grab your things, a ticket's waiting,
At the bus depot:
For: 'Infamous Angel,
Destination: Home'.
Iris Dement

Sunday, July 13, 2008

The Island of Bethel

I have seen God face to face and lived.
Genesis 32:30

Friday, July 11, 2008

Portrait of the arthandler as another mid-life crisis

"His soul was fattening and congealing into a gross grease, plunging ever deeper in its dull fear into a sombre threatening dusk, while the body that was his stood, listless and dishonoured, gazing out of darkened eyes, helpless, perturbed, and human for a bovine god to stare upon."
Stephen Dedalus

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot, talkin' that the heat put plants in the bed but...

Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows
Bob Dylan

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

My world and welcome to it

All men should strive to learn
before they die,
what they are running from,
and to,
and why.
James Thurber

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Besides...you knew the job was dangerous when you took it, Fred

R... W....
(fellow de Young inmate)
and his stunt double
xoxo
King of Hearts

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Dark Night of the Inconsolable Dog

Parade...REST!!
1! 2!
At ease.
Fall out.
xoxo

Friday, July 4, 2008

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Tuesday, July 1, 2008