so much talk of love
so much thought of how
needest but the dove
expose what lies below
in heart is true and false
A limerick based on part humility and part disdain for class concept of society:
I'm not middle class
I'm lower class
That is to say, white trash
With the Devil, in clash
Looking for the best pass
Original Lineup (1969-1971)
Duane Allman: guitars, vocals (d. 10/29/71)
Gregory Allman: keyboards, vocals (d. 5/27/2017)
Berry Oakley: bass guitar, vocals (d. 11/11/1972)
Richard Betts: guitars, vocals (left band in 2000)
Jai Johanny Johanson: drums, percussion
Butch Trucks: drums, percussion (d. 1/24/2017)
Replacement Musicians
Charles Leavell: piano, keyboards (joined 9/1972)
Lamar Williams: bass guitar (joined 1972)
Daniel Toler: guitar (joined 1978)
David Goldflies: bass guitar (joined 1978)
David (Frankie) Toler: drums (joined c. 1980)
Warren Haynes: guitars (joined 1989)
Johnny Neel: piano (joined 1989)
Douglas Allen Woody: bass guitar (joined 1989)
Marc Quinones: percussion (joined 1990)
Oteil Burbridge: bass guitar (joined 1997)
Jack Pearson: guitar (joined 1997)
Derek Trucks: guitars (joined 1999)
Comment
Listening to records of their music may inspire.
A basic thing to be apprehended about film is its potential to reach you, mind and heart, grip you and hold you for extended time in state of discovery and wonder. You might become enrapt, still, at attention, as you anticipate the movement of the visual story. Film may foster thoughts and emotions as it plays out, that have big meaning for the viewer/observer. Film may inspire.
The 2016 movie, 'Paterson,' by Jim Jarmusch, inspired above thoughts. As I watched final scene, the actor at still point on bench, opposite Great Falls of Passaic River, in between loss, sorrow and question/wonder of possible renewal, restart of his poetic vocation, the words 'beauty' and 'beautiful' came to mind. One, seeing a film, may contemplate beauty in context of film's images and words and find aesthetic experience reborn in self.
I woke this morning crying, with this dream fresh in mind.
I was walking on sidewalk and found an item, a clear plastic case, about 4 in. h x 2.5 in. w, with hinged lid. I could see a couple dollar bills and other things inside. On side of lid, was a paper strip taped in place with name "Etta Marie Rizzuto" and little ink-drawn designs around the name, geometric shapes (like my Mom used to doodle while she was talking on phone). I looked to left and saw through large plate-glass window, some older women getting their hair done, a beauty salon. I realized I was at intersection of Central Ave./S. Essex/Jackson, Orange, heading home (375 Highland Ave.). When I saw the name, I was astonished and thought, I'll bring this home to Mom, she'll be pleased. As I got closer to home, I realized my Mom was dead, recently passed, and instantly I was in large room with many people. A nearby man, a stranger, looked at me and I explained to him my surprising find as tears started to come from my eyes. He didn't seem to understand, but as I finished explaining, he started to cry too. I immediately gathered myself and started to calm him, motioning with my hands. Dream ends.
The mind and heart are interconnected and mourning occurs after loss.
God is border-guard between nothing and creation. In front of God is all creation, the cosmos. Behind God is nothingness, zero. (This is part of human conception of the Deity.) From nothing to something requires intelligence, logos. If zero is real number, then nothing is real concept. Yet nothing as absence, is impossible. Nothing can be imagined or thought, but not brought into being. To eliminate everything, including Himself, would be greatest accomplishment. Perhaps one could imagine God in parenthetical, dormant state while nothing reigns.
{steps to nothingness}
'Day by Day' is mantra or motto to live by, each day of life. It means take each day as it comes, morning to night & think about only that day, excluding thought of yesterday or tomorrow, as much as possible. There is a saying, from Jesus of Nazareth,
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. (Mt 6:34 NIV)
There is a song from stage-play, 'Godspell.' It's called 'Day by Day.' Here are lyrics: