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The Last Mountain(4)

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 07:39:46 GMT

**A different perspective of the story that I want to be introduced later in the story, but am writing now.**

Kids these days get themselves trapped in the chase for shiny stuff. They race after this glittering image of how their social circles perceive them, seeking the meager prize of feeling trendy by means of individuality. I bet Robert Frost would shudder in his ancient pine box if he heard the way they utter his proverbs. I don't reckon any of them know what poetry really is anyway. Their minds frolic in a beeline fashion to gauge the quantity of "traveled-by" both parts of each fork in the road contain. A mindless process of choosing the most unique course somehow validates the correctness of the choice. They won't find poetry written in the tabulation of footprints. They won't find poetry when they go out looking for fame. But don't take no words of advice from me. I'm just the last old man on the last mountain.

The Last Mountain(3)

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 07:49:36 GMT

Professor Daniel Highwind shared his remarks regarding the proceedings in the following statement for the Sunday Starling Broadcast:
"The idea behind the trial isn't especially innovative. If you take two objects and slam them together at a high enough speed one of them is bound to break. We're just trying to find a smaller piece so that we can better understand the universe as we know it. Though nonons are exotic particles, they've displayed some remarkably consistent characteristics, which is why we've managed to engineer a method for maneuvering them. We're on the very cusp of some significant findings. Unlike electrons, or even smaller sub-atomic particles, nonons can be measured definitely up to the limits of our devices in regards to their location, charge, and gravitational force. They fly in the face of the uncertainty principle, and are consequently quite fun to work with. I'm definitely looking forward to these next few days of tests and to the future of particle physics as we know it."

The Last Mountain(2)

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 18:40:17 GMT

The goal of the exercises today is to brutishly collide an electron into another one, causing it to eject its contents into one of the charged arrays. Normally, thousands of barely traceable sub-electron particles spritz a sensor with brilliant light and electromagnetism then suddenly cease to exist. This time, with a bit of scientific luck, several of them will be sustained in the field. Now, merely sustaining these ephemeral entities is a feat which has been attained many times over, but today a nonon will be propelled around the the Earth through the beltloop stations and smash into another nonon to produce the first nonon collision.

The Last Mountain

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 20:39:16 GMT

Point Zero Five is being outfitted with its new sensor array. Great circles of great capacitors form ranks around the great clearcut beltline where the equator used to be. Ten miles both ways extends a concrete wasteland resting above the most extensive grid of capacitors and conduit ever buried. The center of attention today is this station, tethered to countless power plants by these feeble roots. The center of attention today is this station, and its fifteen siblings sprinkled like beltloops around the Earth’s waist. The stations will gather up enormous charges to hurl a mass on course to dance around the world as it spins.

buckets full

Sat, 22 Aug 2009 06:27:33 GMT

I found an old well with no pennies in it

it had no wishes inside

it cried im full of water but im running empty

my bucket's heavy but its dry

why cant this mechanism draw a heart up to the surface

why cant it raise my spirits too

what if the crank could say well thank you but im done today

what if the rope could say i'm through

what if the bucket goes just north of where the water flows

and ohh i've got a question for you

where can you find your hopes and dreams at

i hear they hide just on the far side of the sky

waiting for the rain to pick them up and drop them to us

waiting for the wind to whisper low

so you go and draw them to you

they almost always end up empty in your eyes

but that dont mean theres no such thing as having hopes and dreams

cause you can bring them by the buckets full you know

I met an acorn tree who swore he knew what truth was

I found out later he lied

Then he grew teary eyed and shook as if the earth did

his acorn tears fell as he cried

sometimes i wonder why my arms are stretched out to the sky

to catch the birds when they dont want to fly

and why the sun would shine on me and why summer blew its breeze

across these knots

i live through centuries and find perplexing mysteries

my mind has wrestled with these thoughts

i figure you're just like a hurricane contained

cause calm is written in your eyes

and as the artist drew he likely penned the adage too

that life aint fair

and if the west wind blew as often as i thought of you

you'd find a few tornados out there

buckets full v3.0

Sat, 22 Aug 2009 03:23:38 GMT

I found an old well with no pennies in it

it had no wishes inside

it cried im full of water but im running empty

my bucket's heavy but its dry

why cant this mechanism draw a heart up to the surface

why cant it raise my spirits too

what if the crank could say well thank you but im done today

what if the rope could say i'm through

what if the bucket goes just north of where the water flows

and ohh i've got a question for you

where can you find your hopes and dreams at

i hear they hide just on the far side of the sky

waiting for the rain to pick them up and drop them to us

waiting for the wind to whisper low

so you go and draw them to you

they almost always end up empty in your eyes

but that dont mean theres no such thing as having hopes and dreams

cause you can bring them by the buckets full you know

I found an acorn tree who swore he knew what truth was

I found out later he lied

Then he grew teary eyed and shook as if the earth did

his acorn tears fell as he cried

sometimes i wonder why my arms are stretched out to the sky

to catch the birds when they dont want to fly

and why the sun would shine on me and why summer blew its breeze

across these knots

i live through centuries and find perplexing mysteries

my mind has wrestled with these thoughts

and if the west wind blew for every time i thought of you

you'd find a few tornados out there

buckets full v2.0

Wed, 19 Aug 2009 18:07:35 GMT

I found an old well with no pennies in it

it had no wishes inside

it cried im full of water but im running empty

my bucket's heavy but its dry

why cant this mechanism draw a heart to surface

why cant it raise my spirits too

what if the crank could say well thank you but im done today

what if the rope could say i'm through

what if the bucket goes just north of where the water flows

and ohh i've got a question for you

where can you find your hopes and dreams at

i hear they hide just on the far side of the sky

waiting for the rain to pick them up and drop them to us

waiting for the wind to whistle low

so you go and draw them right up to you

they almost always turn up empty in your eyes

but that dont mean theres no such thing as having hopes and dreams

cause you can bring them by the buckets full you know

I found an acorn tree who swore he knew what truth was

I found out later he lied

Then he grew teary eyed and shook as if the earth did

his acorn tears fell as he cried

buckets full

Wed, 19 Aug 2009 08:34:22 GMT

I found an old well with no pennies in it

it had no wishes inside

it cried im full of water but im running empty

my bucket's heavy but its dry

I found an acorn tree who swore he knew what truth was

I found out later he lied

Then he grew teary eyed and shook as if the earth did

his acorn tears fell as he cried

where can you find your hopes and dreams at

i hear they hide just on the far side of the sky

waiting for the rain to pick them up and drop them to us

waiting for the wind to whistle low

where can you find true happiness at

it sticks here in my mind still undefined

some say its just like breathing that its here and then it goes

and sometimes yes i find that i think so

...i will surely break

Fri, 14 Aug 2009 07:14:10 GMT

before me stands a memory which soft and still reminds me

throwing focus just beyond the depth of field

and from this aperature i spy the cornstalks swaying

whispering how lonely i have become

and in this vision the only apparency rises up in whisps

rises up in fumes and clouds of clustering consciousness

it permeates the field

it superceedes my view

cripling every movement and destroying every darting eye

i am alone

i hurt somewhere inside

i have company and an aching heart

a whole creature lost inside a cosmic palm

begging some streak across the sky to tell its course

as if it could find my way because its falling

ive seen beauty that wide eyes couldnt take in

and ive seen wretches caught in their own pools of sorrow

ive seen eyes and ive seen mirrors

so let me walk with arms beside me

let me fall but not on stones

and let me love the hands that hold me when i hate the fingerprints

GIG

Wed, 29 Jul 2009 03:45:09 GMT

Christina's Coffee House
219 W Canal Dr
Turlock, CA 95380

Tuesday Aug 4th, 2009
7PM - 9PM (start time is approximate...end time is also approximate)

Performing: I and Tim Hawkinson

stop by for some fun and a drink or food or somethin.

d:- )