SONG OF THE DAY: God Only Knows

This was already a weird song, as much as any of The Beach Boys work is. But then slap it as a cover on a soul singer’s last studio album in 1975, and it takes on even weirder vibes, although musically it actually sounds fairly normal, I guess. I mean it wouldn’t seem quite as weird if I didn’t know it was a weird ass Brian Wilson song. Everett’s youth was spent in Mississippi, singing in gospel music and playing piano before moving to Chicago to chase a music career as secular soul artist in 1957. She had some hits, but by 1975 her career was on the down swing. This track recorded by a childhood gospel church singer is pretty interesting to me, as this was the last studio album she dropped, and spent her elder years back in the churches near her home in Illinois. The trajectory of young creative dreamer, from the church to the exploitative music industry, and then ultimately back to the church, with this weird ass song as a slice of that life that touches on all of it.

RVNN1NG 4R0VND 1N C1RCL3S...

running around in circles 
in our daily lives’ routines 
(racing to get nowhere first) 

M34ND3R1NG B4CK 4ND F0RTH...

meandering back and forth 
in imperfect circular 
orbits around sense of home 

TH3 K3Y T0 D1S4PP34R1NG...

the key to disappearing 
is to make sure you return 
somewhere eventually 

R3ST 4SSVR3D, 4 N3W D4Y ST1LL...

 

rest assured, a new day still 
arrives - today's end coupled 
to tomorrow's beginning 

L0VE T00 M34ND3R D34D 3NDS...

love too meander dead ends

in downward spirals until

I finally transcend life

F33LS S0M3WH4T 1MP0SS1BL3...

feels somewhat impossible

to keep life on track as tracks

don't follow my industry

TH4T P0L3 WH1CH H0V3R3D 0V3R...

that pole which hovered over

daily life now blurred into

memories; keep moving on

N4TVR4L CYCL3S 0F R1S3...

natural cycles of rise

and droop, decay but then

rebirth; you know... that real shit

4 M4N'S L1F3 P4TH 1NT3RS3CTS...

a man's life path intersects

places he never foresaw,

with bindle stick and white rose

VS3D T0 B3L13V3 1N SH4D0WS...

used to believe in shadows

in metaphysical sense,

that large lives might mean something

JJ Krupert Dec 2017 number three "buildings and bridges"

Back in the day when the person who is now my wife was just someone I was seeing, a good idea for a date for us was get an 18-pack of Budweiser and drive in any particular direction out of Richmond, where we lived, just getting out to the country. I tended to go hard back then, so it didn’t take long to get elbow deep into an 18-pack, and generally this might have been mix-n-matched with other thangs. More than once in our early dating did I end up slurred beyond self-control, sometimes entirely debilitated into blathering incomprehensible fool. She hung with a number of early militant feminist art types back then as well, thus Ani DiFranco was never far from being at hand. Thus, I have strong blurry memories of being all fucked up and slouched over in passenger seat while she – perhaps angrily, perhaps not – started blasting Ani DiFranco driving us back from wherever we were, or me back from wherever she came to retrieve me from my own chaos. Back then, after I had fucked up us dating the first time round, I sort of held a grudge against all Ani DiFranco music – coming from the Ugh zone. But now, after all this time, the old shit has sort of sunk into my brain as a warm memory of transitional times: disappearing back into the country, eventually finding family, eventually even learning to not make myself all fucked up to deal with how out of place I felt (feel?) in this world.

This is weird counter-balance to the G.G. Allin of last sharing Krupertdom, but they fit together in the enigma of existence. I am good with both those parts, but also glad that I actually live IRL somewhere between the two now. I do not want to be as trapped in own doom as Allin was, but also don’t need to be stuck in the assigned patriarchal roles culture wants to assign me to. I am not that dude, not either of those dudes actually.

Of course none of this matters – not my opinion on the space I occupy as human, or even these words still barely dribbling through the digital viaduct, because external judgments will always be applied, and even enforced, militantly. The self-medicated degenerates and the progressive reformists both are militant about their right and wrongs, with little room for grey area tolerance. All I can do is whatever it is I do, which is still – though not all fucked up and slouched over – mostly unplanned and somewhat incomprehensible. Life is never what you plan it to be, and yet somehow the signs were always there.

CYCL3 0F L1F3 SH0RT 4ND SW33T...

cycle of life short and sweet -

sprouting from detritus climb

skyward, then perish and wilt

R04D 4H34D C0MPL1C4T3D...

road ahead complicated

as fuck, lacking a roadmap,

but fuck it - no turning back

always been problematic...

always been problematic,

but focus beyond past blurs

and blackouts to keep growing

live like a blur, buzzing through

temporary existence,

hoping there’s hands on this wheel

TOP TEN FALLACIES OF NEVER ENOUGH TIME

"never enough time"
accept time's arbitrary
3rd dimension chain#haiku #time #itgoeson #rojonekku pic.twitter.com/4BwvCUtKPj

— Tha Dirt-God (@rojonekku) June 18, 2016

chrono-logical
thinking limited at best
no continuum#haiku #time #itdontstop #rojonekkuhttps://t.co/cygeKMtUta pic.twitter.com/ruej6tnyuo

— Tha Dirt-God (@rojonekku) June 18, 2016

"never enough time"
nor even enough presence
in eternal now#haiku #time #rojonekkuhttps://t.co/Qh6xShmyCs pic.twitter.com/ZNX52Uh3ft

— Tha Dirt-God (@rojonekku) June 18, 2016

all you got is now
entire universes are
embedded in now#time #rojonekku #riffrafftheprophet
cc @JODYHiGHROLLER pic.twitter.com/r9j7slSsTE

— Tha Dirt-God (@rojonekku) June 18, 2016

"never enough time"
to kill all multiverse "me"s
the "I"s still have it#haiku #rojonekku #time #stringtheory pic.twitter.com/vGCNc9BuTv

— Tha Dirt-God (@rojonekku) June 18, 2016

dirtgod string theories
weave all loose threads into laced
fractal crazy quilt#haiku #time #rojonekku pic.twitter.com/T9PUWxae57

— Tha Dirt-God (@rojonekku) June 18, 2016

"never enough time"
mechanized echo chamber
inside thinks "do more"#haiku #rojonekku #time #innercritic pic.twitter.com/RXc4d4670D

— Tha Dirt-God (@rojonekku) June 18, 2016

I ain't doing shit
not now, not tomorrow, not
yesterday, not now#haiku #rojonekku #time #lazyRppl2 pic.twitter.com/OZ5jRzbi08

— Tha Dirt-God (@rojonekku) June 18, 2016

"never enough time"
each now unseparated
from forever's now#haiku #rojonekku #time #keepsonslippin #intothefuture pic.twitter.com/3dlmakLLe3

— Tha Dirt-God (@rojonekku) June 18, 2016

motherfucker, what
I'm trying to say is damn -
embrace each moment#haiku #time #rojonekkuhttps://t.co/cygeKMtUta pic.twitter.com/q64Xb27xL4

— Tha Dirt-God (@rojonekku) June 18, 2016

#1: "never enough time"/accept time's arbitrary/3rd dimension chain

#2: chrono-logical/thinking limited at best/no continuum

#3: "never enough time"/nor ever enough presence/in eternal now

#4: all you got is now/entire universes are/embedded in now

#5: "never enough time"/to kill all multiverse "me"s/the "I"s still have it

#6: dirtgod string theories/weave all loose threads into laced/fractal crazy quilt

#7: "never enough time"/mechanized echo chamber/inside thinks "do more"

#8: I ain't doing shit/not now, not tomorrow, not/yesterday, not now

#9: "never enough time"/each now unseparated/from forever's now

#10: motherfucker, what/I'm trying to say is damn -/embrace each moment

purple gold herringbone chain

wrapped around my shadow neck

while sneaking off to next life

red clay stains my genetics,

born tromping through sticky mud

much like primordial muck

concrete buddha face erodes

as rain follows watercourse

way back into fucking earth