Powder burns
You cried
,thumble’d for small change
to get the return bus from where wed been
where we were unable to venture any further.
No one likes going back
We march
We march
forever forward
You thumbled for small change
To get the return bus from where wed been
It was raining or were you crying or both
The bus was late
It felt for an age
For an age it felt
The guilt ,the pain of the moment
So much like an explosion
The young heart felt
So close to the edge
The old heart barely remembers
Distant and forgetful
The day has disappeared into a grey fog
Yet her smile her kiss
Live forever pride of place on the emotional mantelpiece
No frame necessary.
The explosion
That almost took me
left
No scars
Only powder burns

Jim Carroll (and Charles Bukowski)

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I have to admit I had a real soft spot for this old bugger.
RIP
you cant blame him for the rise on non entity celeb chefs
he made
food for himself,he made it fun ,he made it to be shared, as you like,while it was cooking even....he was dare I say the Hemingway of cooking
there was much in his style that perhaps was like a little empire murmour from the cricket lawns of the old England club of denial and ignorance
but i don't have to see the bull die,nor want to see the spectacle to know when a real man writes about it,and writes about it well ,that
his art cannot be denied.
Hemmingway of cooking...why not
we could do it as a man and drink our cotton socks off
and instructions
what instructions
like lost in traffic
us guys don't ask for directions
Floyd was cooking from instinct ,if lost ,keep going you'll get there in the end,if not perhaps somewhere better,if not better different.
this non conformist still follows his pizza recipe to the letter...its just that those letters start to float about dumbo pink elephant style and well its kinda different every time.
The children seem to enjoy it......
the food and the show
as we all did
cheers Floyd



http://www.floydonline.co.uk/index.php

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jim carroll

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/14/books/14carroll.html?_r=1&emc=eta1

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the music has died
he came he showed us a world from which few have ever returned-like lsd-we were rewired-we searched for the odd in the corners and the strange in the barras,we shopped at flip for the authentic and played our music through glowing valves,in an age where belonging meant giving up he was a light,our kerouac our miller, our salinger-he opened a door to history in an era so smug with its own self importance as to relegate all that went before ,he was there shouting phoney .
Lots of us stopped listening to the cramps later stuff,Im one I know,it didnt matter he still had the ears of some 15 year old somwhere, he always will
,but he came to preach the gospel,we listened ,we changed, we became true disciples , in that we went our own journeys.
we sought the source and by doing so rightly recognised those
who followed.
In the end above all else he taught us all that rock n roll was always meant to be fun
job done
rip lux

TONY HART TAKE HART 1976 clip from first series

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Stooges - live 1970

RON ASHETON
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