January 31st, 2019
Here we go slip sliding down the rabbit hole.
Alice howls as she wonders which pill will make her
bigger and which one will make her smaller??
We dream or we think we do as the snake charmers
fill us full of hope as we await the spectacle….
are we chained to the performance of snake oil salesmen
who bargain our hopes and dreams to be manufactured in China?
Or do we grab the stick and defend our selves from the cola
induced dream of making America great again??
What is again?
We are caught in the endless two step of the dance.
Oh Lordy! Oh Lordy !
buy me a Mercedes Benz
and get me a room in the Chelsea Hotel
kiss me til the cows come home
as I drift off toward the edge of the nightmare
or the dream.
Quid est Veritas?
“What is truth?”
January 22nd, 2019
Things thought, things remembered, things cast off, things collected,time saved, errands run, sleds slide, hammers measured, gifts returned, joy postponed, calls not taken, rides claimed, gestures frozen, rings tossed, games delayed, weddings mourned, death explained, babes born, mothers prepare, fathers remain, glory sings, we sleep, we wake, we dream, we collide, we swing, we rave, we shout, we cry we mourn, our loss and seek the wake.
Oceans of time sweep us toward the beach the drift, the wave. the left handed mirror—the shoulder —all assemble in parts to show us where we have been and where we are to go—there Eisenstein’s steps gives us a glimpse of our future and our past——We see our lives all in one frame we think we know how it ends but no we don’t know. no no no no
December 29th, 2018
One year moves to another and so on and so on…
We blink and we are older.
We sleep and wake up with Proust and Eliot
We wonder how to recall the past—is it a burden
or a happy thing.?
2018 near done and so much happened —yet
the highs and lows are stuck in the map of the mind
like little pins
showing points to travel back and forth
as we muse about time.
What is time but the butter on the bread….we slip and slide
and then what?
Oh these little thoughts—
they accumulate and then what?
These thoughts and memories are
like dust under the sofa
we are at first irritated by it
and want it all to go away
with our dust mop—
and later we don’t care.
Our care ceases and time clouds the eye
we are stumped
by the pile of time at our elbow.
We call out
and who hears us shout
but the echo of our selves.
And the cat on our lap…..
Whew!!!! it is tricky this navigation
We like it.
And curse it.
We swim in the current
and some days it is against and
some days it is with the flow of the
tides and time.
Get me the duster—let me whisk away
the time traveled and revel in what is to come.
2019 gets closer—the lens sharpens
now we are ready to take it as it comes….
one day at a time
one decision at a time
into the unknown.
December 17th, 2018
They all wanted to have a monument built to themselves
but the problem was not so easy to solve.
The monument required a hill—for it is said that
one needs to look up to the one that requires celebration.
Well then —if we could not find a hill what would we do?
Well then—people could get down on their knees.
hmmm? that was possible.
When Walt Disney died he asked to be
frozen—so he is lying around in some freezer
I don’’t know.
Mickey Mouse is with him but not with him
the image of the mouse lives on and is making money to this
day—Mickey funds it all and we can’t even draw
the mouse without paying some kind of royalty fee.
Yes Mickey is a perpetual cash cow.
It does not seem fair—
“FAIR” is not part our the language now
we are not permitted to say that word
the emperor declared the word “FAIR” to be
eliminated from the people’s dialogue–
at the beginning the the era of Neo-Nero
sometime near the beginning of the 21st century
during the neo-civil war.
You see there was war declared but it was a war
without the usual signs….first skirmish was at the Bank
at the bank???
Yes at the bank.
First they sold people stuff they could not afford.
Then they took them to the cleaners and collected
it back so they could sell stuff again.
Then they took away the cash so every one needed
and if you didn’t have a card you could not have stuff
and if you could not get a card that meant you had
no cash and no ID
You were kind of in a state of non-existence
You know this sounds familiar.
No you think you know but this was the Neo-Nero era
kind of deal——sort of the results of
too much shopping first in stores then shopping moved
on the tv then shopping moved on line
then the shopping moved into the neighborhood
and people started to sell stuff like way beyond
Tupper-ware parties—it got so bad this shopping
biz that people became crowded out of their houses
and then they had to rent storage units to store the stuff
Yes stuff in storage
became the rage
People became more full
as time went on and
they had to get more storage
and more locks and keys
and more and more
The landscape littered with box cars
Yes box cars everywhere—
even in back yards and any empty spaces
that were possible to put a storage unit and fill it with
people were more interested in acquiring stuff
than voting or reading the paper or watching tv
or talking to their children or or….
We were lost in the land of storage with no
hope and no future…we were full and at the same
How did we get here—from legacy to storage?
It is never easy —these transitions.
Yes like magic
If you don’t keep your eye on the rabbit and the hat
the sleight of hand can kill you.
pass the mashed potatoes.
December 10th, 2018
LIVE BAIT by Mussmann
Sunday Dec. 16th we will be presenting LIVE BAIT. This is select writing by Linda Mussmann.
I have assembled some random Blogs that I have posted on the TSL site —Blogs that I have posted over time. I have invited 4 people (Berta Leone, Sheri Bauer, Richard Gillette, John Moletress) plus Claudia Bruce.
This is a chance to hear some words read by the people I have invited to assist.
In addition there will be some music by Claudia & Sheri. and some visual pieces that I have assembled for this project.
A “free event” please check in—my work is not narrative—so there is no drama—i think about events from the times that I wrote these pieces. Some of the pieces are about people I have read at the moment —some pieces are about events that happened at the moment—and some are memories triggered by the time of my “Blog” entry.
So there you are & here I am.
see you Sunday.
November 22nd, 2018
November 22nd 55 years after John F. Kennedy was killed in Dallas, Texas
Oh the day of thanks is tainted with the stain of JFK.
We who were witness now mourn the day as if it were now
time the illusive glass remains the glass darkly through which we strain to
see the three times—past present future.
it is now and forever all wrapped up in our cloak
a kind of cover where in we write our biography.
yes it was
and so is was
a kind of now and forever.
but we too die in time
and leave the print
as we tread toward the dark light
of our good night.
can we sleep and dream
at the same time
or are we fixed forever
with eyes wide open.
November 22nd, 2018
Naming is Knowing
It is said until we name it
we cannot know it
It is said until we see it
we cannot imagine it
It is said until we sing it
we cannot praise it
It is said until we dance it
we cannot feel it
It is said until we lift it
we cannot understand it
It is said until we write it
we cannot read it
It is said until we buy it
we cannot own it
It is said until we thread it
we cannot sew it
It is said until we kill it
we cannot eat it
It is said until we love it
we cannot live it.
So when all was said and done and done and said
it was clear that then silence would come
Yes this was perhaps the answer
to the big questions
she was sure she was not sure
she said this to herself
and to others
but no one was there to hear what she was saying
Yes it was too bad
and no one recorded it
Yes well without a record a recording then
she was certain she did not exist
she was like the tree that fell
in the forest
Yes the fall of the tree
that no one hears
Yes some say –that because
no one hears the tree fall
then did the tree fall?
This is a big question
Because she said it and
no one heard it
did her words exist
the same can be said
of her image
that if no one saw her
then did she exist
sound is a fact
sight is a fact
yes she thought about
all the words and all
the books and wondered
what would be heard
and remembered after
all was said and done
and done and said
who would care about
Dick Cheney’s heart for example?
or the mystery of the
who remember the story of
Louie the XIV’s heart
or Joan of Arc’s heart?
or the heart of Chopin?
It is said that a revolution lives in the hearts of women and men and men and women.
So then how do we advance the revolution after all was said and done
Would the discovery of water on Mars start the fire
that would it burn in the
hearts of the next
Hey did you hear the tree fall?
Hey did you see me?
did you did you
or did you fall or did you fail
to set your heart on fire?
October 7th, 2018
If you were not certain about where we stand it should be clear now as the tumble of institutions come thundering down on top of the citizens of this “Yet to be America”.
Now we have lost the credibility of the Supreme Court as well as the Presidency, the Church, and the State will soon follow——By this I mean the Kavanaugh appointment is yet another over reach by the ultra-right. This is/was a power grab and the “grabbing” will continue.
How to combat this tilt is the key to the future of generations to come.
My hope is that people will put down their electronic devices and connect in person with one another.
The act of conversation and organizing is key to turning back the tide that is overwhelming us at this moment in the history of the 21st century.
We must stand up and question the random acts of oppression that we watch daily.
And we must support those that are hit the hardest….those that are the “least” in the eyes of the oppressors that place the heel on our necks (to Quote Ruth Bader Ginsberg).
We now face the loss of the rights of women, voting rights, civil rights, LGBTQ rights, clean air/water rights, and the list goes on.
Greed is a force — it knows no bounds—it is monster that is all consuming—like a hungry dog lapping up the spoils of each thing it conquers— remember “cash is king”.
As the resources of the world diminish we are at a greater risk of losing our little place on earth.
So what to do??
We must organize circles of security—and it needs to be done off-line and in the shadows of the night.
Yes we are being watched and monitored.
It is time to go under ground and rally the forces to fight to re-gain our well-tempered and balanced view of the way of the world——
Hope is not yet lost—but if it is??? then we have nothing to lose by fighting ruthlessly for what is right. (Written on the day after Kavanaugh is appointed to the Supreme Court Oct. 7, 2018
August 3rd, 2018
Grant woke up from a long sleep.
Grant had been asleep since 1885.
Sleep or death (these are just words describers of things )
states of being
states of non-being
language—the stuff of tongues
terms, certificates, contracts, deeds, etc etc.
Yes “lies” Grant could hear the “lies” from inside his tomb.
“What fresh hell is this?”
“…make America Great again?”
What “again” is “he” talking about???
If Grant could roll over he would.
But the uniform, the sword
and all the stuff
he was laid out- in- was not permitting the “roll”.
Grant was facing the nation from the bottom up
watching from the “tomb” located in New York City
looking over the mighty messy polluted Hudson River
wondering what this “new”
saving of the nation
was all about????
“I wish I had a cigar
or whisky and a plate full of truth.” Grant said.
WOW!! all those who fought for causes
still cast about in the bardo….
they crowd one another pushing and shoving
wanting to get to the light
they seek a second chance
but are caught in the space of limbo.
Grant says …”and me too…
I am not done.
I can’t be still
The lying Liar….
Rise up—or do you sleep too!!!
Rise up—You all who see
It is time to save the nation!!!
“Julia wake up help me–help them–!!!”
July 26th, 2018
Complicity is a state of being according to the dictionary—that book (the dictionary) which has ended up in the landfill with the rest of the books that clutter our shelves—yes “Webster” you have lost your place on the shelves of our new 21st century life-style.
Convenience is key to living—books are heavy—require holding—need to be dusted—re-read—underlined—loaned—borrowed—loved…..all some how inconvenient in this hyper post-modern century model of living.
We like empty rooms.
We like no clutter.
We like a place that resembles ourselves perhaps?
I am not sure I am ready for the “cell” are you?
The “cell” has captured us so far—the dancing digits keep us engaged with our wires that connect us to the big world…now what does the big world offer us?… that is the big question ????….from the cell where I view my little world (here in Hudson, NY) ..here is what I see ….I see a community that is pretty much like other America here.
We have a division between the rich and the poor, between the sexes, between the races, and between those who worship and those who don’t.
We are typical of the trends of our early 21st century experience—someday they will define this trend—but it is hard to know the thing when one is in the middle of a thing.
We see the acts of resistance fade as the work load piles up on the folks who have 3 jobs and 4 children.
The kitchen table has been taken to the dump as well—no time to gather here either—cola has trapped us —convenience reigns supreme.
Lately I have been wondering about Russia….how about you????
I am wondering about a country that has failed to bury Lenin—just a reminder about that little incident. Lenin the father of the Red Bolshevik Revolution lies pickled in a mausoleum in Moscow. He died in 1924 —still waiting to be buried.
And on another note the Romanov’s —too are waiting to be buried—they expired on July 16-17, 1918. Yes! a 100 years ago.
The Romanov’s were the Russian Tsar’s family & servants murdered by the revolution.
You see time does sometimes stand still.
I am always looking forward and looking back…it is a bad habit….(some say)…yes..no…maybe???… but for me it is a way of measuring how things are going and how I am doing in this time of complicity, convenience, and a collapsing of time and space.