A Gallery: Delights & Splendors of Cascadia

Me in Paradise
Brenda Shaughnessy, 1970

Oh, to be ready for it, unfucked, ever-fucked.
To have only one critical eye that never
divides a flaw from its lesson.

To play without shame. To be a woman
who feels only the pleasure of being used
and who reanimates the user’s

anguished release in a land
for the future to relish, to buy
new tights for, to parade in fishboats.

To scare up hope without fear of hope,
not holding the hole, I will catch
the superbullet in my throat

and feel its astounding force
with admiration. Absorbing its kind
of glory. I must be someone

with very short arms to have lost you,
to be checking the windows
of the pawnshop renting space in my head,

which pounds with all the clarity
of a policeman on my southernmost door.
To wish and not jinx it: to wish

and not fish for it: to wish and forget it.
To ratchet myself up with hot liquid
and find a true surprise.

Prowling the living room for the lightning,
just one more shock,
to bring my slow purity back.

To miss you without being so damn cold
all the time. To hold you without dying otherwise.
To die without losing death as an alternative.

To explode with flesh, without collapse.
To feel sick in my skeleton, in all the serious
confetti of my cells, and know why.

Loving you has made me so scandalously
beautiful. To give myself to everyone but you.
To luck out of you. To make any other mistake.

 
Spirit of the West - Meet me Tonight...

The boys in the band...This is THE SPIRIT OF THE WEST
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take a listen to this track...
a great tune from this band out of Vancouver BC.

:heart:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XpDJyB8L9AY

Our Station
Meet me tonight I’ll buy the first round
I know a little place that you might not have found
It looks down on the city from the underground
This is our station in the heart of town

Leave the weather at the door, leave the rush out on the street
Lay down your tools, take the weight off of your feet
Draw up a chair, strike up a little crack
If you’ve had a lousy day, get the monkey off your back.
Some dress for volume, everything’s turned up loud
It’s a designer’s nightmare to stand out in this crowd
Where leathers mix with tweed, pin stripe with polka dot
Well it makes no difference in this melting pot

Meet me tonight I’ll buy the first round
I know a little place that you might not have found
It looks down on the city from the underground
This is our station in the heart of town

They’re talking business in the corner, politics at the bar
While the boy’s bringing the house down with his electric guitar
She’s going crazy at on the dance floor but she don’t need no help
She’s just getting on with being herself.
Hello old timer, you’re looking old against the new
Your sign is still glowing but the stains are showing through
You’re crouched there in the shadows while
All around you’ve watched them grow

But as long as you’re still standing I’ll know where I can go.

Meet me tonight I’ll buy the first round
I know a little place that you might not have found
It looks down on the city from the underground
This is our station in the heart of town
Meet me tonight I’ll buy the first round
I know a little place that you might not have found

 
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