a murder of crows

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clik hear to sea a bit of where i started painting in arkansas

from Wackypedia


Glencoe Village (Gaelic: Gleanna Comhann) is the main settlement in Glen Coe, Lochaber, Highland, Scotland. It lies at the north-west end of the glen, on the southern bank of the River Coe as it enters Loch Leven (a salt-water arm of Loch Linnhe).



The term ‘Glencoe Village’ is a recent one (appearing on a few road signs only in the last 20 years), however the setting in Glencoe valley is quite historic as it is near the site of the massacre of MacDonalds by the Campbells in the 1690s, acting on the orders of King William III. The village occupies an area of the glen known as Carnoch. Even today there is Upper Carnoch and Lower Carnoch. A small hospital, with no emergency services (Fort William is the nearest) lies at the far end of the village just over an arched stone bridge. Within Glencoe Village there is a small village shop (now a Nisa), local church, history museum, Post Office, Glen Coe mountain rescue center, numerous quality bed and breakfast establishments, and a small primary school. Several eating establishments are around including the Carnoch Restaurant situated in Glencoe village, and Clachaig Inn situated at the mouth of the glen. Glencoe is also a popular location for self catering holidays; with many chalets, cottages and lodges available for weekly and short break rental. Also located in the village, but along the A82, is the Glencoe Visitor Center, run by the National Trust for Scotland. This modern (constructed in 2002) visitor center houses a coffee shop, store, and information center.

thay put me in a dungeon here in edinbourgh

prolly cau se i cant spell

its dark and gloom y here

but thay bring grog and tale me

theres a maiden in the lane

waiting for me

if i agree to behave

“Now, I came to this idea of bliss because in Sanskrit, which is the great spiritual language of the world, there are three terms that represent the brink, the jumping-off place to the ocean of transcendence: sat-chit-ananda. The word “Sat” means being. “Chit” means consciousness. “Ananda” means bliss or rapture. I thought, “I don’t know whether my consciousness is proper consciousness or not; I don’t know whether what I know of my being is my proper being or not; but I do know where my rapture is. So let me hang on to rapture, and that will bring me both my consciousness and my being.” I think it worked.”

Joseph Campbell

the wind was howling

and it was cold

darkness swallowd everything….

(if u can bear anymore of this aweful stuff clik hear)

she sayd i was crazy

eratic

messing around with insane things

maybe i was even autistic

(that one really pissd me off)

no i sayd

just because i dont stand in line

dont mean i got it all wrong

im more than u thingk

crazy at the least

or maybe a bit better

my new blog is rite hear if u clik it that is

ive got a memory

like a white elephant

with a bad attitude

i dont forget

and forgiveness

is for jesus

an early painting from around 2000

Yesterday I was in Taos and un predictably suddenly found myself at the top of the world near Wheeler Peak. It is the highest peak in the U.S. state of New Mexico, with an elevation of 13,161 feet (4,011 m). It is located in the northern part of the state, northeast of Taos. It lies in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, the southernmost subrange of the Rocky Mountains.

Named in honor of Major George Montague Wheeler (1832 – 1909) who for ten years led a party of surveyors and naturalists collecting geologic, biologic, planimetric and topographic data in New Mexico and six other southwestern states. The mountain was formerly called Taos Peak, after the nearby town of Taos, New Mexico.

taken sometime in febuary 08

good god

holy god

take your pick

jesus, shiva, buddha, muhammed

(same mailbox different forwarding address)

or maybe the most revered of them all

cold hard cash

im back

back where i belong

lost my partner along the way (what a fool i have been)

got so sick i almost had to stay (shiva on my ass)

spent so much money (i built a golden calf)

that im back to pay the man

after surviving

the india

everyone reads about

in those fancy pie in the sky tourist books

as well as the india

that softens my heart

and steeled my vow

forging a new found

fire in my belly

with a new hammer in my hand

(dont forget the coyote tail)

and a thank god

for the red dirt where i stand

& folks that know my heart

thru thick and thin

amen

i had a clear dream

last year

moving thru old ruins and ancient things in india

and this week

it happened

the actual amazing place

was found in my waking life

but part of the dream was not with me

and so

i turn the corner understanding more about dreams

they are not as simple as

a vision or a drawn up plan

they are mysterious things

not always meant to be

or maybe just partially meant to be

and occasionally in a rare dream

the outer meets the inner

teasing us to build more

bridges for the water

of our underworld

to pass thru

our daily lives

Ranakpur is a village near Sadri town in the Pali district of Rajasthan in western India. It is located between Jodhpur and Udaipur, in a valley on the western side of the Aravalli Range. Ranakpur is easily accessed by road from Udaipur.

Ranakpur is widely known for its marble Jain temple, and for a much older Sun Temple which lies opposite the former.

The renowned Jain temple at Ranakpur is dedicated to Adinatha. Light colored marble has been used for the construction of this grand temple which occupies an area of approximately 60×62 meters. The temple, with its distinctive domes, shikhara, turrets and cupolas rises majestically from the slope of a hill. Over 1444 marble pillars, carved in exquisite detail, support the temple.The pillars are all differently carved and no two pillars are the same.It is also said that it is impossible to count the pillars.Also all the statues face one or the other statue,There is one beautiful carving made out of a single marble rock where there 108 heads of snakes and numerous tails.One cannot find the end of the tails. The image faces all four cardinal directions. In the axis of the main entrance, on the western side, is the largest image. The construction of the temple and quadrupled image symbolize the Tirthankara’s conquest of the four cardinal directions and hence the cosmos.

The dating of this temple is controversial but it is largely considered to be anywhere between the late 14th to mid-15th centuries. Inspired by a dream of a celestial vehicle, Dharna Shah, a Porwad, is said to have commissioned it, under the patronage of Rana Kumbha, then ruler of Mewad. The architect who oversaw the project is said to have been named Deepaka.

This temple was nominated as one of the top 77 wonders in a contest for the new seven wonders of the world.

india makes me

feel like a laggy old

2001 dell computer
overloaded with imagery

all the wrong format

the sounds i hear

dont work on my speakers

my hard drive

smells like something is burning
and my connection speed is all messed up

its freezing me up and

spinning my mother board all around

one page jumping in front of another

the wrong letter ahead of the other

i got a warning sign on my screen yesterday

told me the function i was attempting

was illegal

what a magnificant mess this is

my machine is possessed with

shiva destroying and creating

what i thought was

rightside up

i think im gonna crash

so help me vishnu

today i journeyed to agra

site of the taj mahal

reluctantly

as i know its a tourist magnet

and sure enough

what a nightmare getting past

the touts (taxis, thiefs, snake oil etc…)

the fare for foreigners

was about 1000 times higher

than india residents as well

the line for me to inter

was almost 200 yards long

and the wait

almost 2 hours

while being a sitting ducks to every scam under the sun…..

what an awful start

and i was really revved up to write a slamming

blog on the biggest holy cash cow in india

but

honestly

its the most beautiful building i have ever seen

(and ive seen a few)

Sunny was my rickshaw today. He was the guy that wanted it most when I stepped into a crowd of drivers and asked for the lowest bid back to Ram Nagar. Indians don’t respond the way I would expect a crowd of New York cabbies to respond. They usually look puzzled at bidding for business. Which isn’t a bad thing just one of those occasions to remind me I’m not in Kansas anymore.

Anyway, Sunny stepped up and gave a decent bid and most of the other drivers just walked away. I jumped into his rickshaw which had a prominent image of Ganesh, the remover of all obstacles, on the front window and off we went towards Connaught Circus a bit slower than usual for a rickshaw but something I am learning to appreciate in older drivers.

About halfway there, Sunny pulled over and asked if he could do an errand. I figured it was ok as I was staying with the rickshaw. After a few moments Sunny was back. Carrying nothing, offering no clue as to his
whereabouts , the mystery intact as he started up the rig again.

Sunny looked up at the rearview mirrow and asked “are you married?”

As usual with most rickshaws, I supposed he was trying to find some common ground before he hit me up for the more extended full tour of Delhi.

“No” I yelled over traffic, lots of traffic.

“Why not?” sunny turned around and looked at me with a puzzled look.

I shrugged my shoulders and quickly turned the dialogue back to him.

“Are you married?”

This was beginning to feel a bit like a conversation with a churchlady from Arkansas until I realized he was actually sizing up my accomplishments as a man.

“Yes! I have 4 children and two wives. One with my children the other with the sexy.”

I smiled back at him in the mirror and realized we had struck some sort of equalibrium between his status as a man of family and his perception of me as a monied person yet with no family of my own.

When we arrived at the hotel I tipped Sunny handsomely and took a photo of him next to his yellow and green rickshaw. He was smiling ear to ear.

typing from a little

shop on a dark alley

where a nice young guy holds

everything together with one hot wire

charges 50 cents an hour

for the tourist with money to burn…

its all a lie

im not saying stop saying whats on your heart

but be prepared to find

its a lie

saying truth out loud

as much as i do

makes a fool out of me

my eyes have been turned inside out

your intuition knows more than

any words with their one single eye

can ever say…

note my first blog hinted at the

dark

i felt it

wrote it best eye could

folks here living in a way

that creates humility in my heart

i prefer to give even when i am be taken advantage of well….

aiming my arrow

better each day

better each day

i still remember the blinking light

k
www.kellymoore.net

laugh myelf silly

seain indias wereing tobogons and sweaters whe n

it hits 70 degrees

course i froze last nite in my room

when it dropped to 50

i have no heat inmy rooom….

rite now northern india is my path

something about goa

besides broken love told me to leave rite now

beer, kids, lazy layin in the sun

i gotta go now…now…gone baby gone for real

distance from sun and shallow love

gone baby gone
now im headed for the mountains

more sand more dirt here

dali lama in late month

will sit an listen

see if he is different than i think (all religions are just…full of men)

anyway

if the indians get a fair chance thay will out work the soft west in a minute

met a guy today who was going snow skiing

told him to get a lesson or i will sea him next month on crutches

(i got my own rite now)

lunch was $1 today (thats averagggggg ge)

k

blinded by smog, exhaustion and out right

disgust

eye have seen some lite

and a few lights

in in in indi inida india
if u think u have traveld by going to europe maybe u might take off your training wheels and com e east next time

i know more about the usa now thn i ever did afore

and it aint all bad

eye know more more about the india as well

and it will take awhile to say bout that

advertising can kill u in many shapes and forms but try 10 blokes comeing at yo in every 10 steps (pease kill me with commercials from here on in)

women, i love them but they are no where in sight on the streets of india

women, they come and go, find a good one that goes thru thic and thin

dogs, god they are really treated like shit hear

taxis in nyc are absolute pussys compare d to rickshaws here

culture will define your economy

as a white boy i routinely experience rascism here mainly thr the $

(it aint personal just feels that way)

nothing works here, i dont care what ny body says its all gloriously broke

the water aint as bad as folks say and the food is great

theft is a seriously big pasttime here

i have no idea wha ti am talkig bout now

but very sure shiva is all over my ass

k