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| Satchmo on cloud 9 looking up to the eleventh heaven |
If heaven is another way of looking,
Show me the eleventh
And, I’ll know I have gotten where I’m going.
Surprise me with hind-walking cats
Who know my name…
With triplet-enhanced background music,
And incandescent nighthawks that soar,
Infinitely silhouetted by salmon suns.
Everything,
I can imagine, aching,
Happening at the same time…
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Surrounded by curious sounds,
I never knew the wind in the trees
Would be so interesting.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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| Gertrude Stein* |
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| Doris Day |
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| Sid and Nancy |
If heaven exists I am convinced that there is
more than one. I just can’t see Satchmo and Doris Day on a cloud with Johnny Rotten. A Gertrude Stein and a George Steinbrenner heavenly hereafter would seem to be
mutually exclusive.
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| George Steinbrenner |
Being only an opinion, my take on heaven has
no scholarly basis. I have what can only be referred to as a, “preconceived
notion.”
I have
not researched the subject of heaven. I would hate to have the product of
intense, thorough research get in the way of my beliefs.
This being so, I have determined that that
there are at least as many heavens as there are dimensions. And, since I have
always been attracted to music from the eleventh dimension, I choose the
eleventh.
I like the sound of that. The colors, form
constructs, alien geometries, plants and animals resonate with my soul
instrument. It is an odd number and that appeals to me.
If heaven is another way of looking at things,
show me the eleventh.
~
Peach
*Gertrude Stein (1935),
photographed by Carl Van Vechten
all photos public domain
© 2012 Jimmy The Peach
Hey, you! get off my cloud!
ReplyDeleteMy desire in life is to strip away the bullshit - therefore, I accept no thoughts of life after death - it's obvious, you can't have life without death and death is dead.
But, the fun of heaven can just be shifted to life, where obviously such thoughts belong - presto, fun!
So with that disclaimer out of the way, I think of heaven on earth. I've known some, many, heavenly days. Some were heaven because I was with angels, some I was alone with heavenly thoughts and creations, at least once I found heaven at a Polish wedding near the coast outside of Petaluma.
My heaven has alive and playing musicians I love, like Pops, and sitting in the many I haven't met yet. In heaven, I sing on key and lift my voice for everlasting days.
I have also been in heaven. Once I thought had died and gone to West Virginia. Now I have to add a name when I think of you - (was) With Angels.
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