The Hammock Papers: The Gourds, "All The Way To Jericho"

24 November 2010

The Gourds, "All The Way To Jericho"

Lookin at the yellow moon-waitin for the northern star ...

All the way to Jericho in a rusted automobile
If you could only find out anyway you oughta feel
All the way to Jericho in a rusted auto
Lookin at the yellow moon-waitin for the northern star

All the way to Jericho it doesn't even seem that real
Knowin' that the time is gone-nuthin' left to save or steal
All the way to Jericho all the while singin' low
Wishin for a passenger-waiting for that northern star

All the way to Jericho in a rusted automobile
Mighta missed a sign you saw farm road-corn field
Say goodbye to Jericho, lookin at the book of dreams
How to get to Bethlehem-time to get some gasoline

And when you see that starry night
Or a cross up on a hill
Then you wait for early light
To take yer hands off the wheel
when you see that starry night

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MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."

DAN CAMPBELL