I was more tie-dye and prog rock, but my motto was always "Let the Power Fall".
And I liked to party with lots of sexy ladies.
I put my bets down on Evolution, personally and societally.
I also figured I would meet my very ownTantrick priestess, if I kept to my Work, and the sex would be resplendent and transcendent.
None of this has really materialized, as of yet.
Nothing I have going on now is really awful, either, and some of it is quite fine. But my younger Freaky Self accuses me sometimes that I lowered my sights, toned down the Vision, and settled for less. And he's right.
So I think I know what you're talking about. I don't know what to tell that younger self, except that I'm still working, and trying to follow my own lights, however dimmed by time and age and compromise. And that it's not over yet.
So many songs on the playlist - I suppose it depends on the mood. Today I've been cycling Grateful Dead, Rhianna, T.I. and Bare Naked Ladies, so I'd make rather a mixed mix. I'm feeling a bit Smiths-y as well.
THat is nuts, yo. But I like it. These are indeed serious times. I'm winnowing down my pool of people I can deal wtih IRL as a result. Watershed moments, those.
Thanks for stopping by. Looks like you are way overdue for the Faulkner. I think Light in August is still my favorite, 18 years after my "Major Author" intensive...
Wow. That revives raw, longheld (and probably genetic) feelings of underdog anger and injustice only very tenuously channeled into a life of work and thirst.
You're such a sweetie.
Well, I was humming So What I Lied by Sick Puppies
but for some reason, Soundgarden's Black Hole Sun is now running through my brain
and running and running
happy day!