I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters Mathematical I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical About binomial theorem I'm teeming with a lot o' news With many cheerful facts about the square of the Hypotenuse With many cheerful facts about the square of the Hypotenuse With many cheerful facts about the square of the Hypotenuse With many cheerful facts about the square of the Hypotepotenuse
Just a few from Robert Hunter, one of the Grateful Dead's two half-tamed poets, who died recently. Robert combined his sensibilities as a poet with comprehension of what makes a song tick in a way that would have made William Blake envious.
Let my inspiration flow in token lines suggesting rhythm that will not forsake me till my tale is told and done
Don't cry now, don't you cry, don't you cry anymore Sleep in the stars, don't you cry, dry your eyes on the wind.
All I know is something like a bird within her sang, All I know she sang a little while and then flew off, Tell me all that you know, I'll show you snow and rain
Ruben was strumming his painted mandolin The breeze would pause to listen in Before going on its way again Masquerade began when nightfall finally woke Like waves against the bandstand, dancers broke To the painted mandolin
I see you've got your fists out, say your piece and get out Yes I get the gist of it but it's alright Sorry that you feel that way, the only thing there is to say Is every silver lining's got a touch of grey
Standing on the moon with nothing left to do A lovely view of heaven but I’d rather be with you
This verse, from The Eleven, can only be transcribed complete as it's like awareness spilling over. It seems to me to be Ginsberg's Howl repurposed for the succeeding generation:
No more time to tell how, this is the season of what, Now is the time of returning with our thought Jewels polished and gleaming Now is the time past believing the child has relinquished the rein, Now is the test of the boomerang tossed in the night of redeeming Seven faced marble eyed transitory dream doll, Six proud walkers on the jingle bell rainbow, Five men writing with fingers of gold, Four men tracking down the great white sperm whale, Three girls waiting in a foreign dominion Riding in the whale belly, fade away in moonlight, Sink beneath the waters to the coral sands below.
When I awoke, the Dire Wolf, six hundred pounds of sin Was grinning at my window, all I said was come on in Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me Please, don't murder me
walkingdecay: Sadly the long awaited release of Homegrown hasn't granted us a vital missing piece of the Neil Young puzzle after all. I suspect Neil gets all his puzzle pieces from different boxes anyway.
Jul 2, 2020 20:33:04 GMT
walkingdecay: I still have a 'Release Potatoland' badge. Worth at least a million quid, I reckon.
Jul 2, 2020 20:36:51 GMT
NewDave: Johnson's greatest is achievement is making that blithe, insouciant lightweight Cameron seem statesmanlike. That LBC interview. Holy Cow!
Jul 3, 2020 9:05:04 GMT
walkingdecay: One of the weird things about that stupid virus is that symptoms reappear weeks later. Last week I felt like housebricks had replaced key joints of my body; now I find I can't taste anything again.
Jul 4, 2020 7:32:19 GMT
ocarolan: Housebricks for knees? There is mortar this virus than first appears! But sorry to hear that Pete - hope you will recover soon - all the best to you and Mrs Decay - stay safe.
Jul 4, 2020 9:46:16 GMT
walkingdecay: "mortar..." I like it!
Jul 4, 2020 13:15:08 GMT
walkingdecay: Regarding covid, the echoing symptoms get us down, but under it all we're happy just to have survived it. The media and government made it sound as if anyone in our age group who got it was all but doomed during those early days.
Jul 4, 2020 20:21:53 GMT
walkingdecay: I'll echo your "Stay safe" to you and everyone else Keith, as the disease can really knock you about and it's far from beaten yet, but in the event that anyone does get it, they should bear in mind that it's unlikely to kill them.
Jul 4, 2020 20:31:29 GMT
walkingdecay: Being as downright frightened as I was only made those days worse, as did my wife's guilt over her unproven supposition that she brought the virus home.
Jul 4, 2020 20:40:32 GMT
walkingdecay: Didn't mean to say all that. Mind diarrhoea.
Jul 6, 2020 10:09:13 GMT
walkingdecay: I've always had it though...
Jul 6, 2020 13:03:07 GMT
ocarolan: ... a sign of a well-rounded personality then!
Jul 6, 2020 16:37:17 GMT
Akquarius: Pete, I wish you and your wife a fast recovery. Tis virus is a mean little devil.
Jul 6, 2020 19:27:42 GMT
robmc: Isn't mind diarrhoea the same thing as a stream of consciousness after 4 pints and chicken vindaloo? I have that quite a lot
Jul 7, 2020 11:51:29 GMT
walkingdecay: Thanks Bernd. We're lucky, I think. Some of the after effects that others are suffering make ours look like nothing. As The Mothership said this morning, "We got away with it."
Jul 8, 2020 14:21:52 GMT
walkingdecay: Rob: Eruptions at both ends?
Jul 8, 2020 14:23:02 GMT
curmudgeon: Catching up, So sorry for Walkingdecay and his battle with Covid-19. I'm "shielded" -had cancer treatment in 2017, bronchiecstatis from pneumonia and heart stents. I've still worked the allotments,cycled,etc. They'd give me morphine and wait.
Jul 9, 2020 10:04:31 GMT
robmc: Well hopefully you'll steer clear curmudgeon....Eruptions both ends Pete, that may have been the inspiration for Eddie Van Halen! It reminds me of a night out with friends and bootleg whiskey as a teenager, eruptions doesn't cover it.
Jul 9, 2020 17:10:42 GMT