Feuer und Leidenschaft

And so it started, just another sweet Spring day with the wind shuffling Though the trees and the swollen Stream crashing over ancient Granite forged in fires long ago The sky and unearthly deep blue as the Sound of thunder crackles in the Distance and flashes of Thor’s light Flicker through the stream and mist of The pre-storm rain The sounds of nature are overbearing but there Is another sound – the tapping of Footsteps across the mud and the soft But sharp sounds of a runners breath His brow is bathed in sweat and His legs feel the ach of many miles but the Sounds of nature and the Simplicity and peace of Physical work have him feeling Like a god both here and there

Frank Lloyd Wright

For 25 years he’s traveled across this wide land Though forests, prairies, deserts full of sand He’s spoken with every woman, every man The politician, the boss, and the working man The barkeeper, the schoolteacher, even the preacher Looked for the truth they say lies throughout the land Well I still ain’t seen that anywhere in here A war’s going on and why? Nobody’s clear People are starving for water and for bread People are getting strange thoughts in their head People are worried their sons will wind up dead But still we’re told, we’re lucky to be Living today in the land of the free And I’m willing to admit that they’ve got a point We’ve got it better than a whole lot of folk But you need to understand that many of us are still broke And aren’t willing any longer to keep up the joke So come right up here in front of me You know it’s you all these people have come here to see Don’t worry, it isn’t violent that they’ve come to be Only for knowledge have they come to hear you speak So its time to stand up and face the youth And answer their question…what is truth?

"It would seem fitting for a Northern folk, deriving the greater and better part of their speech, laws and customs from a Northern root, that the North should be to them, if not a holy land, yet at least a place more to be regarded than any part of the world beside, that howsoever their knowledge widened of other men, the faith and deeds of their forefathers would never lack interest for them, but would always be kept in remembrance." -William Morris "Christianity has emptied Valhalla, felled our sacred groves, extirpated our national image as a shameful superstition, as a devilish poison, and given us instead the imagery of a nation whose climate, laws, culture and interests are strange to us, and whose history has no connection with our own. A David or a Solomon lives in our popular imagination, but our own country's heroes slumber in learned history books." -Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel Odinic Rite: Courage Truth Honour Fidelity Discipline Hospitality Self Reliance Industriousness Perseverance Asatru Folk Assembly: Strength is better than weakness Courage is better than cowardice Joy is better than guilt Honour is better than dishonour Freedom is better than slavery Kinship is better than alienation Realism is better than dogmatism Vigor is better than lifelessness Ancestry is better than universalism

Last night I heard she was gone I didn’t know what to do So I drove out into the night To that place with met So many years before I stepped out of my car Sat on the stump tattooed with our names Watched as the planes flew by And listened to whispers in the dark Nothing but whispers in the dark

Leave neon lights For starry nights It’ll be alright Because by the morning light The road will rise up to meet us The wind will be at our backs The sun will shine upon our faces The pain will be in our pasts

In high school you always were my best friend Yeah sure we had our fight Had plenty of rough nights But it was always so good in the end When I got left high dry I knew who to call When you got left for another guy, you knew who to call We were best friends truly, inseparable like two bees For four long years…and that’s all Yesterday I was standin’ in a big city square Thinking about how time just comes and goes And as I was walking I see you talking To a guy – he looked like your boo And I still can’t help but wonder Can’t help but wonder What if the girl next door Coulda been some more

They’ve stumbled upon an oasis of reality – a kingdom of the present – in the middle of the silly appointments and worries that drive the chaos around them.

-Patti Smith and Lenny Kaye

There’s something about the way she walks…she walks with her satin skirt riding so short and her silk stockings so tight down…down…down to her spiked heels: as her hair flows over bare shoulders down…down...down. There’s something in the way she talks…she talks straight with no shame and with…with force and clarity without giving a fuck in wonder…wonder, fire…fire, and anger…anger.  I’m so confused…confused and excited that she dresses like Taylor Swift but acts like Patti Smith so crazy and wild…crazy and wild...I wanna get wild with her not under the covers but…but out in the sun…the sun…the rain…the rain…the snow…the snow. She gives into the wild…the wild and the thrashing and we writhe…we writhe in the crazy…pleasure and the crazy pleasure and the ectasy..ectasy…ectasy and we give…give ourselves to Venus.

View from the top of PATC’s Muttontop cabin. A beautiful place to sleep on the porch and watch the stars :)

Did you ever wonder Did you ever wander Over there