ive talked with the fellas with the beat back in the day. drunken nights and frolicing in streets in san francisco and of course having a pint with jacky boy in portland, maine and discussing all types of shit but most importantly creative ways to not pay taxes, not sooo important really but it is now cause i gotta drop a load to the man in a few days. dont get me started.
rambling through the forests and talking to myself, being alone, following the flutters of the birds, carressing trees and limbs like lovers, climbing and falling and slidding down random patches of mud and wet earth are a few things id like to do more often and i had the opportunity a week or so ago. more on that below but for now, most importantly...
howler monkeys have some lungs and some ferocious calls in the nights and early in the morning. for the days that i was in this forest i searched, followed the leader with the calls, tried myself to make a few but i reckon that put the little tailed devils in a shiver and got them moving a bit faster away from me than i had imagined. but, in my last few hours i put a call out to them and said very plainly that i would like to see yall and hook me up with the chance. they did...
a few minutes later i was beneath a tree hearing the howls and watching a group dance from limb to limb in a game of tag or some monkey shit that i cant comprehend but loved and as i stared up and the blood started to rush from my head to other parts i got dizzy and then found the tranquil, lucid existence as i allowed visions of allen ginsberg, kerouac, neil and the lot to soak in and before i knew it the howls were turning into a group reading of ginspergs howl and we were all sitting crosslegged at the top of the forests, snapping fingers, grinning like drunken teenagers and barking with the monkeys that darted to and fro with arms and tails clutching all types of things and as the noise settled, mariposas began to dance above ginsberg as he read howl and i wanted to fly and kerouac passed me a join the size of this cigar that this woman had rolled for me a month or so ago and before i knew it the vision was gone and i was back, alone in the forest calm, lucid and able to sense all movement and the march of the bigass red ants that were beneath me.
glorious day in selva negra
so, i can negotiate. that is that. blessed by having an incredible mom and an ability to emit loving kindness with a twinge of, "seriously, i wont pay more and youll be better for it" i got to enter the land of selva negra which lies in the mountains of nicaragua and not only has this crazy hotel and funky vibe cause a bunch of germans settled it a hundred years or so ago with an invite from the government to produce coffee, they produce the most coffee in nicaragua, employ 600 plus folks in the fields and have a lot of folks that live on the land, a school and a bunch of random projects for forest conservation, organic processing, trails into rainforests and bird sanctuaries and of course, they have a chapel but it is alive with air plants and other forms of vegetation that spring forth from the walls and the roof and makes one feel in a fairy tale and waiting to either get married to a rabbit or fall down a hole or some shit, those that recall childrens books can insert image and story...here
it was a glorious time in a land where i met a bunch of great people, got food from a rediculously warm waiter and friend under the table cause there was no way i was gonna drop two days worth of living expenses on a some fries and a few pieces of bread. played the guitar about seven times a day at a lake or in the woods, drank strong coffee and walked the hills and found my pace and ability to embrace insects on me like i never had before, danced down swampy slopes with a bit of the hawk of walt, slept like a baby that had just had his firsts steps and drempt of birds and that is something i dont do.
it was a glorious time and im forever indebted to the folks in those parts, forever. what glory and all i can say is that ducks can be vicious and the classical style guitars make my heart flutter, and so do the butterflies that i was able to encounter on the journey. mariposas...ah
just finished 100 years of solitude and feel i failed to embrace life in the same way because i took to long to read that book. got some love for it.
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