Marching In...On...

Yo pims,

What up?

K, so,

Dropping some lines in the midst of a busy day with the shadows seeking a light to be revealed in and the light itself, jealous of their darkening dance.

No secrets to reveal in a stateless state of mind, seeking solace amidst the cluttered, slutty scraps of life-livedness in the center of my home and heart.

How much more? Less?

Is one's life something to be valued at all or simply something to BE?

I am always turned off by such passive notions of practical living, but there is something there if not all there - there...

I enjoyed watching the Saints play last night. Textbook football: hard hitting, vigilant, desirous of a true victory. The locale didn't hurt...



Be humble in your sleepy hands on this world.
Be a killer in Heaven.

Love, Joe Nolan

Life is but a Dream

Ok,

so,

It's been a while since I have added to this tome.

It is a beautiful autumn-style day in Nashville. I am drinking the jimmy-juice and enjoying the cool breezes that rise and fall down the street of dreams like the breath of the great dreamer himself - lost in reveries of gethsemanes and jubilees alike.



Readin' some killer pages right now. "Subterranean Kerouac" is as good as "Desolate Angel," my previous fave as the best bio of that sweet-dream child of the road.



Their are many Kerouac bios and I have read almost every one. "Sub" is different as it focuses on Kerouac's alcoholism and homosexuality in a way that no other book has. It is also a an unflinching look at the ramifications of the drug-use, drinking and sexual experimentation the Beats indulged in.

Where most authors glorify and celebrate these hi-jinx the Ellis Amburn writes in somber tones about the alcoholism that had poisoned Jack's family and eventually killed him, a disease he was driven to embrace by the internal war he fought with himself over his sense of bourgeois morality and success and his feelings for other men.



Jerry Hager and I are on schedule to finish the new CD - now entitled "Night and Day" - by the holidays. There will not be actual copies available at that time, but those in the know will be able to snatch a copy for themselves here and there.

The next edition of Radically Shifted - our quarterly zine - will be out soon. The first 2 issues are available at Davis Kidd and Rhino books in Nashville and select distributors around the U.S.

I have a few pages in the most recent Nashville Arts mag. I profiled 5 Nashville artists in a feature piece and also reviewed the "Picture Stories" show at the downtown library. Pick one up if you get a chance.



I ran into Julia Martin at Bongo yesterday. She was kind enough to remind me that Shane and Trisha were having people over to their new place for Trisha's b-day. Realizing that I had misplaced my knowledge of this event - and subsequently missed my ride with Tony - she graciously offered me the shotgun seat in her red Jeep and we cruised to a nice afternoon on the east side, complete with a 3 dogs, one Wee Feaster a delicious Mexican bean dip and 2 varieties of jambalaya.

Another great book I just finished is "The Beat Hotel," which chronicles the Beat's time in Paris. Check out this great Burroughs doc on Google video.




Be humble in your sleepy hands on this world.
Be a killer in Heaven.

Love, Joe Nolan

9-11 plus 5 = Lucky 7

On the anniversary of 9-11 there is much to celebrate. Besides the lives of those lost, which can now be remembered for their bravery and fortitude in the face of overwhelming circumstances, the 9-11 Truth movement has gained more and more momentum. Not only does this mean we are closer than ever to getting to the truth of what happened that day 5 years ago, but it is also evidence that the citizenry of the U.S. is anything but the apathetic, apolitical group we have been characterized as.

The people care and they are gunning for the powers behind the power-play that was 9-11.



It still sickens me to listen to/watch Bush and the Clintons and any number of other lying sons-o-bitches fold their hands and piously close their eyes in false reverence for the dead men and women who we honor with a moment of silence and the ringing of a bell. The same men and women who's families have been fighting for half a decade now for a fair, objective investigation of 9-11 that includes a full accounting of the events of that day and full accountability for the failures that took place inside the current and past administrations as well as in the congress.



I can't wait until that joker has to leave the White House (hopefully under armed guard and accusations of treason) and I never have to hear the stupidity and arrogance that waft from his slack-jawed maw like the stench of original sin itself.

George Bush sounds as disingenuous as Clinton used to look with those false expressions of empathy and concern smeared across his lying mug like the blood on the face of an ice cold killer.



I didn't set out to write some insane rant - really, seriously - but I do have a lot of angry feelings on a day like today when you can't escape news and images about the event and yet you are completely left without any new, real, penetrating info and have to make due with the regurgitated swill that we have been asked to swallow over and over again since the original event.

Water, water, everywhere and not a drop to drink.



Anyway, this is really a great day to be alive, well, free, loud, proud, American and struggling for those things true patriots have always valued the most: justice, liberty and a good fight.

My ultimate position on 9-11 is that I am not sure what happened that day, but it is crystal clear that the official story is mainly built on fabrication and false-hood.

Check your head:

911 Truth

911 Controlled Demolition

911 Inside Job



Never stop fighting!


Be humble in your sleepy hands on this world.
Be a killer in Heaven.

Love, Joe Nolan