the coolest psychedelic song ever “go ask alice” – “i think she’ll know” and the sweetest guitar playing, it finds your soul & takes residence. had to replace my 1st choice of videos but the 2nd highlighted links when clicked will take you to my original choices. what i found to replace them are quite good also. the top highlight almost, if not as good a selection. it’s like having a mini-jukebox.
finding music videos that will work on my post from that era was pretty much impossible but like in The Life Of Brian: “Always Look on the Bright Side of Life.” this music is the ultimate enjoyment. it was fun listening to all the choices. just watch out for some bad acid dropping videos. my computer crashed on one of the santana videos for “samba pa ti.”
now i am going to see if i can post this. i have been having some major trouble with wordpress for the past week and more recently in the past few days. it tells me when i go to post that the post cannot be found. wordpress support is no help. my home page is screwed up also. so i apologize to all the comments i haven’t gotten to answer. the hypomanic/compulsive need to fix things is on overdrive. haven’t been to bed for about two days now. i better not be up when my s/o gets up or i am in such major trouble.
this one’s for all the Alice fans out there who couldn’t help but chase after the White Rabbit but “damn” could never ever catch that son of a bunnie. wasn’t grace slick the hottest back then.
maybe some “Me & Bobby McGee,” Janis Joplin was on my first trip with me, also. in fact, the first time i heard her i was watching the colors of the stars stream across the sky. and the leaves were growing on the trees. and damned if it wasn’t in the middle of january in northern new england. mighty cold night but i don’t remember feeling a thing.
i have a brother that when he was a teenager his idol was jimi heendrix and i am speaking the honest truth when i tell you that my brother had it in his soul to play with the same depth and intricacy as jimi. it was uncanny. unfortunately, we are no longer connected and i do not believe he is even able to conceive of playing any musical instrument at this time. if you’ve seen the movie “shine,” “a brilliant mind” and “rain man”you will understand.
i don’t think there is any piece of music from back in the revolutionary hippie stoner times where everyone of our generation, well, almost everybody, just knew how to chill to it.
hope you enjoy the music. it is quite the trip back in time. i was so young back then and lived as close to the edge as possible without completely falling off. by jennifer kiley ~the secret keeper~
Kurt Vonnegut: How To Get A Job Like Mine
commentary by jennifer kiley
Kurt Vonnegut
A humorous talk by Kurt Vonnegut of storytelling and adlibbing, completed in five parts with each video about 10 minutes long. For those unfamiliar with Kurt Vonnegut, he was born November 11, 1922 and Vonnegut died on April 11, 2007 after falling down a flight of stairs in his home and suffering massive head trauma. So it goes. He was a 20th century American writer. His works such as Cat’s Cradle (1963), Slaughterhouse-Five (1969), and Breakfast of Champions (1973) blend satire, gallows humor, and science fiction. As a citizen he was a lifelong supporter of the American Civil Liberties Union and a critical leftist intellectual. He was known for his humanist beliefs and was honorary president of the American Humanist Association. He was definitely outspoken.
He had a marvelous short story collection Welcome To the Monkey House, with an assortment of stories that would bend your mind. He had recurring characters, there are also recurring themes and ideas. One of them is ice-nine in his novel Cat’s Cradle. You should read his book to find out what ice-nine is exactly. Quite an interesting concept. In Slaughterhouse-Five, the protagonist Billy Pilgrim “has come unstuck in time” where he has so little control over his own life that he cannot even predict which part of it he will be living through from minute to minute.
Vonnegut frequently addressed moral and political issues but rarely dealt with specific political figures until after his retirement from fiction. He was a dissident and spoke honestly of what he believed.
In his book Bagombo Snuff Box: Uncollected Short Fiction, Vonnegut listed eight rules for writing a short story:
1.Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
2.Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
3.Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
4.Every sentence must do one of two things—reveal character or advance the action.
5.Start as close to the end as possible.
6.Be a Sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them—in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
7.Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
8.Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To hell with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.
An earlier list: How To Write With Style (Go to this link for the full explanation.)
1. Find a subject you care about
2. Do not ramble, though
3. Keep it simple
4. Have guts to cut
5. Sound like yourself
6. Say what you mean
7. Pity the readers
And now for the presentation from Kurt Vonnegut at his absolute funniest. Reminds me a bit of Mark Twain. Enjoy!
Elizabeth Gilbert: A New Way To Think About Creativity
commentary by maggie christian
the universal eclectic
guest blogger
There is a lot to be said about Elizabeth Gilbert’s Talk but it is better to just listen to the video. She says it best about the magical world of creativity, muses and genius; poems, paintings and songs; and all pertinent art swirling around the world in ethereal space looking for the right artist to bring their creation into fruition. She is amusing, brilliant, insightful and an enjoyable, lively speaker as well as a writer. Take the 20 minutes out of your time to hear what she has to say. With the audience listening to her on the edge of their seats, hear every whimsical and creative word on being or having a genius and what creativity is or might be.
“Dreamer” from album “Touching Angels” is the theme for the book tour for “Orange Petals in a Storm” by Niamh Clune
Niamh Clune has the most Angelic voice. Her spirit carries you into mystical dreamspaces. Her music calls forth spiritual forces to hear us and to rescue us. I am entranced by fairy dust and poetic lyrics. Being touched by an Angel. I usually buy a few separate recordings from an album but Touching Angels inspired me so that I downloaded what goes together so amazingly well. The blending of each piece of music fits into the next perfectly. The song Dreamer brought me to this album. It is so special but the quality of this song led me to listen to a touch of each song. It was then I decided I must keep the complete collection together. It is a truly spiritual and magical experience.
Niamh is the author of the Skyla McFee series: Orange Petals in a Storm, and Exaltation of a Rose. Also author of The Coming of the Feminine Christ. Recently, Niamh produced an anthology of happy and sad stories from childhood: Every Child is Entitled to Innocence. The proceeds of this book go to Child Helpline International. Dr. Niamh Clune worked in Africa for Oxfam and UNICEF in her career as a psychotherapist. She is the founder of Plum Tree Books, an award-winning social entrepreneur, an environmental campaigner and a singer/songwriter.
just for fun. it is important to laugh. this totally cracked me up. i hope whoever watches this laughs as much as i did or more. it is silly humor but sometimes that is all you need. ~jennifer kiley~
I find that one thought follows another and inspiration comes when you least expect it. Sometimes when you are not even paying attention. Suddenly, it pops into your head, that you need to write and explore more of what a particular idea means to you. If you are a writer, you explain in words the development of that original grain of thought. I, also, like to use images and music to encompass a more complete meaning of what it is I am trying to express.
Definition:Stimulation of the mind or emotions to a high level of feeling or activity. The condition of being so stimulated. A person or work of art, that moves the intellect or emotions or prompts action or invention. A sudden creative act or idea, that is inspired. A work of art that is full of inspiration. Divine guidance or influence exerted directly on the mind and soul of humankind. An infusion into the mind or soul; an awakening or creation of thought, purpose, or any mental condition, by some specific external influence; intellectual exaltation; an inexplicable cognition, as the knowledge of an axiom, a universally accepted truth according to a priori (deductive) philosophers.
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
If you feel it in your heart…
Honor it.
Even the pain.
No life is without its pain…its suffering.
Go where life leads…even into darkness.
Know inside the door of darkness
Love waits.
Let Her in.
Know that your heart holds love…
Even in the wake of hate.
Your heart feels joy…
Even in the wake of sorrow.
And your heart knows peace…
Even in the wake of conflict.
Do not discriminate…
Decide to feel it all.
Find the beginning at every end.
The end at each beginning.
Love will heal the pain
And there is great joy in that.
So let it in. All of it.
Honor the light…
Honor the darkness too.
In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But ’tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote.
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue’s tune delighted;
Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone:
But my five wits nor my five senses can
Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart’s slave and vassal wretch to be:
Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
That she that makes me sin awards me pain.
O these Loves who but for Passion looks,
At this first sight here let him lay them by
And seek elsewhere, in turning other books,
Which better may his labour satisfy.
No far-fetched sigh shall ever wound my breast,
Love from mine eye a tear shall never wring,
Nor in Ah me’s my whining sonnets drest,
A libertine, fantasticly I sing.
My verse is the true image of my mind,
Ever in motion, still desiring change
And as thus to variety inclined,
So in all humours sportively I range
My Muse is rightly of the English strain,
That cannot long one fashion entertain.
Sonnet 43: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, ¬I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! ¬and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message ‘He is Dead’.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
I Think Continually Of Those Who Were Truly Great Stephen Spender
I think continually of those who were truly great.
Who, from the womb, remembered the soul’s history
Through corridors of light where the hours are suns
Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition
Was that their lips, still touched with fire,
Should tell of the Spirit clothed from head to foot in song.
And who hoarded from the Spring branches
The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.
What is precious is never to forget
The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs
Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth.
Never to deny its pleasure in the morning simple light
Nor its grave evening demand for love.
Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother
With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.
Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields
See how these names are feted by the waving grass
And by the streamers of white cloud
And whispers of wind in the listening sky.
The names of those who in their lives fought for life
Who wore at their hearts the fire’s center.
Born of the sun they traveled a short while towards the sun,
And left the vivid air signed with their honour.
…Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips. Adele “Set Fire To The Rain” (Live at The Royal Albert Hall)
(i thought i would have some fun & share this amusing video. the original music video can be found after the lyrics. ~jennifer kiley~}
anything goes “what makes you beautiful”
You’re insecure, don’t know what for
You’re turning heads when you walk through the do-o-or
Don’t need make-up – to cover up
Being the way that you are is eno-o-ough
Everyone else in the room can see it
Everyone else but you
Baby you light up my world like nobody else
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed
But when you smile at the ground,
it ain’t hard to tell
You don’t know Oh oh
You don’t know you’re beautiful!
If only you saw what I could see
you’d understand why I want you so desperately
Right now I’m looking at you and I can’t believe
You don’t know Oh oh
You don’t know you’re beautiful!
Oh oh That’s what makes you beautiful!
So girl come on!! you got it wrong!
To prove I’m right I put it in a so-o-ong
I don’t know why, you’re being shy
And turn away when I look in to your ah-ah eyes
Everyone else in the room can see it
Everyone else but yo-ouuu
Baby you light up my world like nobody else
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed
But when you smile at the ground, it ain’t hard to tell
You don’t know Oh oh
You don’t know you’re beautiful!
If only you saw what I can see
You’ll understand why I want you so desperately
Right now I’m looking at you and I can’t believe
You don’t know Oh oh
You don’t know you’re beautiful! Oh oh
That’s what makes you beautiful!
Na na na na na na naaaa
na na,Na na na na na na.
Na na na na na na naaaa na na,
Na na na na na na.
Baby you light up my world like nobody else
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed
But when you smile at the ground,
it ain’t hard to tell
You don’t know Oh oh
You don’t know you’re beautiful!
Baby you light up my world like nobody else
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed
But when you smile at the ground,
it ain’t hard to tell
You don’t know Oh oh
You don’t know you’re beautiful!
If only you saw what I can see
You’ll understand why I want you so desperately
Right now I’m looking at you and I can’t believe
You don’t know Oh oh
You don’t know you’re beautiful!Oh oh
You don’t know you’re beautiful!Oh oh
That’s what makes you beautiful!
Prometheus is Ridley Scott’s prequel to the Alien Tetralogy. It is, also, the name of the ship that came long before the Nostromo, the ship that so famously carried the first voyage of Alien with Sigourney Weaver playing the character of Ripley, the only human survivor plus her cat named Jonesie. She was, also, the Amazon Queen who stood up to the “Get Away From Her You Bitch” Alien, from the second of the Tetralogy titled: Aliens.
Ridley Scott helped to define this genre. In Prometheus, with the aid of a fine cast and great writers, he creates a foundation mythology that takes place in the late 21st Century. A team of space explorers follow a star map discovered among the remnants of several ancient Earth civilizations. The team travels to the farthest corners of the Universe which leads to a distant alien world and an advanced alien civilization where they are about to discover a clue to the origins of mankind on Earth. Or so they think. Instead they discover a threat that could lead to the extinction of the human race and must engage in a terrifying battle to save humanity.
This film is charged with excitement, danger, discovery, and a revealing of something unknown that is frightening to comprehend. Remembering the film Alien, we know what transpired among the discoveries of that crew and the devastation it brought down upon them.
What does Ridley Scott have waiting for us behind the hidden parts of this trailer, that will terrify and make us want to look away, and yet compel us to watch. As Ridley Scott reminds us yet again, “in space no one can hear you scream.”
Prometheus is:
Drama, Action & Adventure, Horror, Science Fiction & Fantasy
Directed By: Ridley Scott (director of Alien and Blade Runner)
Written By: John Spaihts, Damon Lindelof, Jon Spaihts, Ridley Scott
In Theaters: June 8, 2012 Wide
20th Century Fox
MPAA Rating: R
Cast of Prometheus:
Noomi Rapace, Michael Fassbender, Guy Pearce, Idris Elba, Logan Marshall-Green, Charlize Theron, Ben Foster, Sean Harris, Kate Dickie, Rafe Spall, Patrick Wilson
the feeling is coming on again. i can feel the emotions start washing into my body. my mind starts developing thoughts of what comes next. how do i fight feeling so depressed when moments ago i was commenting on how impressed i was that someone was able to speak out loud their feelings of fear. last night i wrote 2 emails to my therapist. the second one was so bizarre. i felt the spirit of a friend who just recently died unexpectedly. she was young. there was a sign. she loved butterflies. i received a notice last night in my email from someone’s blog i subscribe to who had the most beautiful photograph of blue butterflies and next to it was another photograph with a quote that felt so much like what my friend would feel like. it said: “pleasant words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.” i was pulled down into such a deep depression after that. i missed my friend so much yet i felt like she were right beside me.
i wrote in the letter to my therapist: “…I am so angry I never got to tell her my secret that i was a manic depressive. that i had been diagnosed many years back but only found out from my new therapist a few weeks ago about the bipolar disorder. i wanted to share this with her but told her i want to talk to my doc c. first. she became upset and asked me if my cancer had returned. i reassured her it had not. that i never will be able to share with her all the things we talked about and how open we would be with each other. i trusted her so much. i need her now. i want her back. it wasn’t time for her to go. it makes absolutely no sense. why did she have to die? it just isn’t right. haunt me a. i am here for you. you are not alone. i’m so angry we never had that conversation. i wanted her to know. i wanted to be there for her. i wanted her to be there for me like we have been for a very long time. i always worried about her. i always felt so good inside whenever i would see her. we shared much emotional intimacy together. we got very close and knew a great deal about each other. she had that way that made me feel so close to her. so open. we were that way together.
we were connected in spirit. and now her spirit is trying to communicate with me telling me she is feeling good and she is alright and she isn’t going too far away. that i will see her again. someday. when i’m not so clear about. i can not believe i will not speak to her again or see her face look up at me. and our favorite goodbye: “i’ll talk to you later.” and she was so good about my texting her. she always had a hard time doing it at her end but she let me text her as often as i wanted to. i usually did many at a time so i could get the whole message across.
a. was the first person i told about my therapist not being there for me any longer that she was leaving suddenly. i did it in a really long texting session. she felt so bad for me and kept reassuring me and asking me if i was alright and how was i doing. she knew i was in so much pain. she understood that pain. my therapist is a great lose for me and still is. and now a.is joining in on my feelings of loss.
i really don’t understand why i am not completely and utterly mad. why haven’t i completely lost it. i think my partner thinks i have. i escape into my writing and my books and my mcp, a good companion and protector, and i have you my new therapist to help me in therapy, to hear me and make me laugh and enjoy that i enjoy “castle” and stana katic so much. she’s my present day j. a. i always told my former therapist that Stana Katic as Beckett was a lot like her and Stana herself is a lot like her also. They both have a gentle nature and care about those around them very deeply.
No one cared about me the way that she did before I met her. how do i let go of that when i never had it before her. and i never had a friend like a. before. why are they both being taken out of my life. and so close together. and c. my doc, is in pain. her husband died 4 days after a. i can’t bear to think she is feeling any of the kind of pain that i am feeling and have felt before now. i want to take it away or at least help her.
i am so f@cked up. when i was numb i was like a zombie but now i am such an emotional mess. one minute i’m depressed and without warning i am flying high into an euphoric mania driving my partner crazy when i am the one who should be crazy. well, actually i am…crazy that is. no hospitals. i just want some damn medication that works that doesn’t make me feel stupid and doesn’t take away the creativity and doesn’t make me gain weight or f@ck with my blood sugar.
i feel like i am drunk or numb but haven’t touched a thing. it’s becoming difficult to type. this is all $h@t.” this is what i wrote last night. i find after writing some of the depression gets lifted but not always. when i am manic i tend to write even more frantically. my emotional levels are compounded by having a psychiatrist who doesn’t understand what is wrong with me and if you check out a previous post she is in more denial than i am in. feeling a bit better then when i started writing. need to listen to some music that will bring on memories of those who are gone now.
i find it “who knows what manic depression is and what suicide is. It lives with me as a constant companion almost comforting at times. That is coming from my own thoughts. I’ve lived with feelings of suicide so often.” how i control my self from making any more attempts at killing myself when there is such a strong urge to do so. i’ve made so many promises to my self and to my close support circle that i will not do it and my mpc needs me plus my other animals and my partner, i thinks she wants me around even though at times she can be so damn grumpy, it’s her deadlines, they are driving her crazy and so is my mania. ~jen~
goodbye my friend. river phoenix died at 23 just as suddenly and unexpectedly. too many in my life seem to leave that way. when i listen to this song i feel the emotions that come with feeling love and missing the ones i love. my “almost lover” died on june 3rd. i will remember her always and forever.
That’s how I met her. She sat there across the room. The first time I saw her I knew she was someone special. I haunt her or she haunts me. She’s inside my mind. We were meant to be together in some way. So why has she gone away? When my mind needs her the most she has flown away out of my reach. I worked on my manuscript tonight. The pages were filled with memories of times spent with her. If she could only know what her absence is making me feel. I cannot believe she would want me to be tortured so. I listen to this song “Timing Is Everything” and all I feel is her arms around me holding me. Her eyes looking into mine and mine looking deeper into hers. I miss her so much and I will love her – always and forever. ~jen~ “come back to me”
“Cause you can be hurt by love. Or healed by the same. Timing is everything.”
5.10.11
Garrett Hedlund (country strong – lyrics)
Timing Is Everything
When the stars line up
And you catch a good break
People think you’re lucky
But you know its grace
It can happen so fast
Or a little bit late
Timing is everything
You know I’ve had close calls
When it could’ve been me
I was young when I learned just how fragile life can be
I lost friends of mine
I guess it wasn’t my time
Timing is everything
And I could’ve been a child that God took home,
And I would’ve been one more unfinished song
And when it seems a rhyme is hard to find
That’s when one comes along
Just in time
Well I remember that day
When our eyes first met
You ran into the building to get out of the rain
Cause you were soakin wet
And as I held the door
You wanted to know my name
Timing is everything
And I could’ve been another minute late
And you’d never would’ve crossed my path that day
And when it seems true love is hard to find
That’s when love comes along
Just in time
You can call it fate
Or destiny
Sometimes it really seems like it’s a mystery
Cause you can be hurt by love
Or healed by the same
Timing is everything
It can happen so fast
Or a little bit late
Timing is everything
