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holy something backtalk
a thousand rises a million bends
the road that of course never ends
sunrises arranged like roses in a vase
shadows lines and beads of sweat on my face
you've got tensions pulling
i've got tensions pushing me to these extremes
in the streams larval forms develop and change
so strange to us so small unknown
until they are grown and suddenly appear to our eyes
as what--as fully realized forms
pulling pushing amid cold cultural currents
among several species among realized bodies
among humans too emerged from the dust
to sing to curse to betray to trust
and what momentum what rhythms
what awkward rhythmic walking results
a kind of pageant where death is smiling
happy to be noticed at last
where death is distinguished and on display
no more false premises no more false promises
no more polite admonitions
only the actual now only the experience itself
only the deep cathartic chaotic wanderings
of real human beings into the beautiful abyss
of their innermost lives
ah their innermost lives their outermost desires
we want to become one another
we want to become the entire world
we are nature and nature requires us
even as we trample it back into the dust
from which we ourselves emerged
holy something backtalk
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landscape #2
06:13
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this is the way i hear it i can't help it
or there is a time and a place
for a man to dissipate into the vagaries of anger and alcohol
for long-legged women to walk confidently in our midst
for the long-grieving to finally recognize the faces of the dead
ivy crawls up venerable walls
ivy smothers innocent trees
ivy moves in verdant filigree
or there is a time and place
for the tiniest songs invisible minuscule
to emit plainly from the undersides of wings
from the soil of nondescript forests for us
obscure songs that we do not adhere to
that we do not hear
no ornate theories
nothing to appeal to the desperate audience
songs that do not announce themselves
as pretty or sorrowful or arousing
songs that exist only in this instant
and only to satisfy the craving
for song existing
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mister cat
04:04
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well they call him mister cat
but you know it aint really like that
they just need a name for his unpredictable same
he goes running with the dogs
he goes way down below the water
he sits there on the waterlogged logs
he talks straight with the creatures
they swirl all around his head
they call him mister cat
mister cat mister catfish mister lively mister dead
he's a category six
he's a bag of nasty tricks
he's a lonely man and he never craves for company
he's a catastrophe, baby
waiting to visit your hometown
you better not stress the cat
you know it aint really like this and it aint never like that
and check out his classy stetson hat
mist comin' down
mist comin' down on you on me
and looky over there
mist comin' down on the cat
oh they call him mister cat
but you know it aint really like that
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clouds on the mountain
05:37
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be subjective
to be subjective is to be subject
to be subject is to be subject to
to be subject to is to submit
to submit is to acquiesce
to submit is to abandon
to submit is to admit defeat
to submit is to understand
to understand is to stand under
all down the mountain
i maneuver under lowering clouds
all down the mountain i fall
the mountain weaves my path before me
all down the mountain i am brought low
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down on all fours
06:10
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in distant lands
04:43
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in distant lands i was distant
in remote lands i was remote
in wild lands i was wild
in smoky lands i was smoke
in green lands i was green
in dry lands i was dry
in assaulted lands i was assaulted
in diminished lands i was diminished
in forgotten lands i was forgotten
in destroyed lands i was destroyed
in restored lands i was restored
in honored lands i was honored
in free lands i was free
in free lands i was free
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like it was (yesterday)
05:14
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held together by ribbons of light
i remember it like it was
draped on my shoulders
acoustic dewdrops
light on the forest floor
ivory and ebony
a synapse
an electric arc
held together by ribbons of light
i remember it like it was
reindeer
like it was
woodgrain
like it was gliding somewhere far out to sea
the sun
the sun
(yesterday)
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John R. Campbell Corvallis, Oregon
John R. Campbell creates soundscapes via jazz, experimental, contemplative, spoken word, & alt roots textures. He's worked
with
Trio Bravo triobravo.bandcamp.com
Blind Lions blindlions.bandcamp.com
Woodman/ Kellam/ Campbell woodmankellamcampbell.bandcamp.com
Avant Garage
avantgarage.bandcamp.com
& others. His blues persona, Green Man Blues, can be found at greenmanblues.bandcamp.com
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