Today I’ll clean, perhaps take some photos, read and write.
More and more I want a log cabin in the woods to call my hermit home and spend my days on seeking out and writing out enlightenment on leaves. It would surely be a pleasant life as long as my disciples and other folks visited every now and then. I’d keep a mighty fine garden, there’d be dancing beneath the moon-lit canopy, fires for the most real tales, and some fantastic means of protection from biting insects.
Perilous and pious is this road, but my feet stay on it, though my mind is far afield. It’s lost in the apple orchard, but my body’s dusty and wary. When my mind returns I’ll be at the bridge, and I’ll travel the river to drown and come clean.
Things cryptic are for the dead? Dead are for the crypt.
8 pm AST on CBC -> Atlantic Wave -> Features BUCK 65 and other great acts from this region. WATCH IT!!!
Buck 65, a critically-acclaimed 21st Century beat poet and musician from Mount Uniacke, N.S., whose songs are acutely personal narratives, delivered with eclectic music beds and scratch racks. The Atlantic Wave camera caught his U.K. tour, capturing performances and interviews in Liverpool and London. Buck 65 talks about his craft, and about the pride he has in being Canadian. At his best, he’s seen performing at the Fourth Stage, National Arts Centre.