Archive for October, 1976


Sunday, October 3rd, 1976
         I may be poor but I can see what I'm looking at
         when it comes time to judge where I'm at.
         Taking it serious leads me only
         to the blindness of the material world.
         What have I got to loose
         when I haven't got anything but seeing and living?

         Let me fly on what vision's mine.
         I've got nothing else but the death
         everyone else has.
         Yeah, and it's sweet to walk alone
         taking it all on.

                                 3 Oct 76

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —


Friday, October 8th, 1976

            Tinkering it all away,
            the forms, the becomings, the being.

            I swing in the wind of it
            and it sings in my chimes,
            while I, the hung man,
            wave feebly about in it.

            Its life and all its doings
            fooling (flowing) around with me.
            Godot told me once
            it would be like this.

            How hard we labor at our communications
            and our art.
            As if to bridge the unbridgeable
            and its realization,
            to hide the mysteries.

            Its a balance, somehow,
            our refinement of art and
            our appreciation of the chaos.

            Zen monks, art students revel in it.
            They want it all now; the clarity and the chaos.

            It much nicer to seek it than run
            when you've seen where running leads.

                                    8 Oct 76

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —


Friday, October 15th, 1976

         There's no enjoyment of this life in them.
         Its a straight and narrow purgatory
         waiting here for the next life.
         Life is a trial, all provided with love,
         by the Lord to test one's faith.

         Its love, love your brothers and sisters
         without passion, comfort and befriend them,
         with eyes full of blind love,
         be meek and modest and remember
         that if what you're doing feels good
         it must be a sin.

         Come together in church halls
         and speak the language of the reborn
         and raise your hands and voices up
         asking for a sign but never allowing a doubt.

         Be patient and accepting,
         though its beyond all knowing,
         for surely a Lord,
         who would have you give up everything
         in this life,
         must have some reward for you
         in the next, right?

                                    Oct 15, 76

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —