January 30th, 2007


Gratitude - Thank You LJ Friends

These are exciting times for me

my life is unfolding

filled with possibilities

and my spirit

rises higher

every day

I am grateful for my LJ friends, and the humor, inspiration and pathos of their lives. 



words: Leonard Cohen
music: Buffy Sainte-Marie
© Stranger Music, Inc./Caleb Music-ASCAP

Leonard Cohen's book "Beautiful Losers" stole my heart in 1963 and so did the idea of electronic processing on a vocal record.

I had a recording session scheduled and Leonard was in town. I propped two pages of his book up on a music stand and I just sang it out, ad libbing the melody and guitar music together as I went along. I've always wanted to re-record it, as I love the way the power of the words obviously commands the music and drives it beyond any consideration of time signature.


God is alive; Magic is afoot
God is alive; Magic is afoot
God is afoot; Magic is alive
Alive is afoot.....
Magic never died.

God never sickened;
many poor men lied
many sick men lied
Magic never weakened
Magic never hid
Magic always ruled
God is afoot
God never died.

God was ruler
though his funeral lengthened
Though his mourners thickened
Magic never fled
Though his shrouds were hoisted
the naked God did live
Though his words were twisted
the naked Magic thrived
Though his death was published
round and round the world
the heart did not believe

Many hurt men wondered
many struck men bled
Magic never faltered
Magic always led.
Many stones were rolled
but God would not lie down
Many wild men lied
many fat men listened
Though they offered stones
Magic still was fed
Though they locked their coffers
God was always served.


Magic is afoot. God rules.
Alive is afoot. Alive is in command.
Many weak men hungered
Many strong men thrived
Though they boasted solitude
God was at their side
Nor the dreamer in his cell
nor the captain on the hill
Magic is alive
Though his death was pardoned
round and round the world
the heart did not believe.

Though laws were carved in marble
they could not shelter men
Though altars built in parliaments
they could not order men
Police arrested Magic
and Magic went with them,
for Magic loves the hungry.

But Magic would not tarry
it moves from arm to arm
it would not stay with them
Magic is afoot
it cannot come to harm
it rests in an empty palm
it spawns in an empty mind
but Magic is no instrument
Magic is the end.

Many men drove Magic
but Magic stayed behind
Many strong men lied
they only passed through Magic
and out the other side
Many weak men lied
they came to God in secret
and though they left him nourished
they would not say who healed
Though mountains danced before them
they said that God was dead
Though his shrouds were hoisted
the naked God did live


This I mean to whisper to my mind
This I mean to laugh with in my mind
This I mean my mind to serve 'til
service is but Magic
moving through the world
and mind itself is Magic
coursing through the flesh
and flesh itself is Magic
dancing on a clock
and time itself the magic length of God.

  • Current Mood
    high high

Tantric Sex

He was a college professor, but still about ten years younger than me.  He had long curly hair that hung to his waist.  He grew the best damn ganja in fourteen counties.  I was in my early 30’s and had returned to school to see if I could still think.


He turned on my mind and eventually well we ended up as lovers J Indeed he ranks way up there on my “former lovers” list.  I was reading a book on the practice of the ancient art of tantric sex, your basic enlightenment through fucking with some ritual and other things thrown in type of manual.


Indeed we felt it would be a grand adventure.  He would call my vagina “yoni” and I would similarly honor his phallus by dubbing it “yang” .We would sit naked and look into each other’s eyes.   We would be OPEN… and if enlightenment was available via this pleasant method we would grateful.


We lit candles.  several sticks of incense perfumed the air densely.He put on some kind of new age music to up the vibe.  On a lovely tie-dyed bedspread we sat cross legged facing each other.  We stared deeply in each other’s eyes as per the instructions.


 And we laughed …loudly raucously uproariously.. we were consumed by laughter..wer were it and it was us and there was nothing in between anything… in that laughter we got just as high and just as close to the divine as we might of  had we completed the ritual. 


I think I’ll go ahead and post this, yet save it.  If I start editing I will never post it, and then my writing gets shuffled off into a dark corner in my files and no one but I will ever read it.  And I do appreciate any reading that gets done in my blog!!

  • Current Mood
    chipper chipper