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Thursday, November 22, 2018
Vulgar Boatmen
Here's a few books the lead singer wrote. https://smile.amazon.com/Robert-B.-Ray/e/B001IU2RRU/
More than 10 years before this tape, I took his class at U of F called "French New Wave Cinema". I still love those old movies. Godard, Rohmer, Truffaut, Resnais, etc.
Saturday, June 30, 2018
My soundcloud
https://soundcloud.com/mike-dayoub-1/sets/mike-dayoub
I don't claim to be a good musician or singer but I like writing songs anyway. Let me know if you want to re-record any of these or give me a good drum/guitar/vocal/other track for one of them. All these songs could use help!
I don't claim to be a good musician or singer but I like writing songs anyway. Let me know if you want to re-record any of these or give me a good drum/guitar/vocal/other track for one of them. All these songs could use help!
Sunday, June 10, 2018
The Church of Interruption
That moment of silence. Golden.
"As soon as you decide that someone has nothing of interest to say, you become a Barker in their eyes. If that happens too often, it becomes a habit – and you might never talk with another human again.”
He fixed me with a hard, bright eye. I shivered. Kindly, he changed the subject.
Here's the essay in full: https://sambleckley.com/writing/church-of-interruption.html
Saturday, March 17, 2018
Randy Newman's "Gainesville"
Sung by Linda Ronstadt on the album "Faust"
I was born in Gainesville, Florida
And my father was a tailor
Andmy mother ran a cafe near the university
And she didn't raise a fool when she raised me
I was born in Gainesville, Florida
And my father was a tailor
Andmy mother ran a cafe near the university
And she didn't raise a fool when she raised me
Sunday, March 11, 2018
Sacred Service
Sacred Service
I AM SPIRITUALLY FULFILLED WHEN MY UNIQUE GIFTS ARE DEDICATED TO THE SERVICE OF OTHERS.
I am a spiritual being expressing in a limited human form. That expression is a combination of talents and gifts that are unique to me. As I learn to express those gifts, my life becomes progressively easier and more rewarding. But I soon recognize that focusing on the quality of my own life is too limiting for the spiritual being I truly am.
Whenever my experience feels challenging, I turn my attention outward to find ways of serving others. It is a spiritual paradox that only by being of service to others I most fully express my unique gifts for myself. In serving others I am fulfilling my highest spiritual purpose, and the energy of love with which I serve becomes my own life experience.
Like good stewards of the manifold grace of God, serve one another with whatever gift each of you has received.–1 Peter 4:10
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
The lonely zen master
If you're climbing Cold Mountain Way,
Cold Mountain Road grows inexhaustible:
long canyons opening across fields of talus,
broad creeks tumbling down mists of grass.
Moss is impossibly slick even without rain,
but this far up, pines need no wind to sing.
Who can leave the world's tangles behind
and sit with me among these white clouds?
- Han shan
Cold Mountain Road grows inexhaustible:
long canyons opening across fields of talus,
broad creeks tumbling down mists of grass.
Moss is impossibly slick even without rain,
but this far up, pines need no wind to sing.
Who can leave the world's tangles behind
and sit with me among these white clouds?
- Han shan
Wednesday, January 3, 2018
Confucius had a bad day
The hill I climb
its slopes are steep
the Tao of Harmony rises ahead
but only gets farther away
having lost the path home
and beset by hardships
I lament and reflect
with Taishan before me
standing majestic
and Liangfu in between
its trails choked with thorns
and no way around
and me with no axe
and more troubles every day
I can't stop sighing
my tears form a stream
- Confucius
its slopes are steep
the Tao of Harmony rises ahead
but only gets farther away
having lost the path home
and beset by hardships
I lament and reflect
with Taishan before me
standing majestic
and Liangfu in between
its trails choked with thorns
and no way around
and me with no axe
and more troubles every day
I can't stop sighing
my tears form a stream
- Confucius
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