Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2002 08:41:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: dominick vyne
Subject: Re: Fwd: hi sexy
To: dominick vyne <vyne23@yahoo. com
Thank you for the big bear hug
and seeing your cute face
a great picture to save to look at later
your beautiful furry butt
and your beautiful furry body
yummmmm
i am in Zürich switzerland now
have been here a few days
the rain is pouring down
so i am staying inside
nice city, though
really beautiful, based around a lake
just before this i was in France… a town called Colmar
small old village
big churches
narrow streets
canals
houses of wooden framework
in german style
i have been visiting places and people
so it is not just the nice cities i have been seeing
but also beautiful, strange and interesting people who live there
of course, i was in amsterdam over four months
crazy beautiful city
many crazy beautiful people
more so
filled with tourists
even more and more as the spring came on
season got warmer
whole town flocked with people
hard to get through the small alleys
crammed with all those wide eyed drunk vacationers
of course
it made the gay bars intersting
all sorts of new trade passing through
and though many gay men are always disbelieving when i say this
having tons and tons of cheap sex just gets boring
i have had so much sex in my life!
i want to do it with someone now…
someONE
fuck and suck and do all that stuff
but with one person
— just because i never have, you know
so it would actually be new and exciting to just have one lover..
… for a while.
so, i have felt like that
meeting many beautiful men
having some great sex
and… some others.
highlights are these:
german mountain tops!
in the country or in the city
i found myself on a mountain top in Stuttgart and in Freiburg
almost without realizing it
just walking half-lost through the city
a million cultures:
all the same
with the smallest of differences
which changes everything!
have you travelled much?
while i was in Stuttgart
another man from melbourne i had met on ISPQ emailed me and told me
he
wanted to meet me in amsterdam… was i still there?
he was comming to Stuttgart for business and amsterdam for his
niece's
wedding!
so we met in stuttgart
and had a nice walk about
i have a friend in tazmania who is inviting me down
i would love to come
see melbourne
and some of the outback…
and work on a farm in tazmania
amazing stuff…
well, that's my little travelogue
vague and spread out
what story would you like to hear?
i look forward to meeting you
when i get down there…
and seeing more of you from time to time on line
(grrrrin)
hot man
HUGS
…dominic
— dominick vyne wrote:
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> > —-Original Message Follows—-
> > From: “Harry”
> > To: “horsestorideon@hotmail. com”
> > Subject: hi sexy
> > Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2002 03:06:53 +1000 (AUS Eastern Standard Time)
> >
> > the url i had sent you was a big teddy giving you a BIG bearhug
> >
> > love to hear of your travels
> >
> > x x xx
> >
> > Harry
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From: “master rebel prince” Add to Address Book
To: memorabilia23 yahoo.com
Subject: life coats
Date: Fri, 03 May 2002 20:59:52 -0700
life coats
coats have always been important to me
and perhaps because i like being warm
and easily get cold
and like to be outside
when i am inside i like to be naked
so it’s heaters
or insulation
in a city
the coat i wear has to fulfil two additional functions:
to present myself as i wish to be seen
and to carry what i may need in the immesurable potential of
interactions.
in the country
the coat only has to keep me warm
which leaves much more luxurys for how it feels on me
how it keeps me warm/ how it vents
i was noticing this tonight
because my wrists hurt from holding my hands in the pockets of my pants
or
my leather jacket.
my leather jacket keeps me warm
but is too short
i am used to long coats
as well as it being very tight
form fitting
where as i am used to baggy spacious things
and have certainly been appreciating the girth in the arms for my hands
to
slip over eachother
as in wearing the dell
which, of course
i got experience in out in mongolia
and on top of Leo’s hill
i greatly prefer this
together relaxation
support and warmth building
continous channel flow circulation
so i walked through the city tonight with my hands hanging limp at my
side
neither pockets feeling comfortable
and i don’t really like gloves
because then i can’t play with my balls
or touch anything with accuacy
which brings me to finger juggling
my fingers can touch everything
there are primarily two ways of touching
active and passive
that is
to feel something,
read it, like brail or face or any such texture
or to impress it
manipulate it
sculpt it
then, of course, there is the dance of these two
like a potter uses
flowing with life
the fingers feel the turning of the wheel in the soft clay
and through this perception
know how much to press
to sculpt
everything can be touched
thoughts, of course, are my specialty
but that is how my mind works
through my hands
fingers like mind
fingers like mouth
— i should have one of these beautiful quiet boys teach me to talk
with
fingers
[uh]
i could teach myself for them
-where is the love?-
anyway
everything can be juggled
held
felt
controled
manaouvered
-whatever i imagine
over time, of course
i build blinders
and “forget” this
i once described it to a friend [named “aaron” for those who know]
as if writing:
very bluntly, big tools held in the hand, like a shovel or a hammer..
bigger things of life
varying down
like writing with a pen, more fine
or more delineated: typing on a keyboard [or playing piano]
yet life can get infintely detailed, depending on how much energy you
have
how much attention you pay to it
how much you love it enough to caress that aspect of it
and they piano you’re typing on could have a billion keys +
so, also, you could have a billion fingers
many sets
some very very very tiny
some large, fat
all sizes needed
to make the play smooth
believeable
comfortable
livable
progressive
satisfying
well
we are often all much better at feeling our sway over breathing
than consciously controlling our hearts
but there are times…
Rebel Prince
-by rufus wainwright-
Where is my master the rebel prince
Who will shut all of these windows
It’s these windows all around me
It’s these windows who are telling me
To rid my dirty mind of all of its preciousness
Where is my master the rebel prince
Bet breaking everything trying to get to me
In this two-bit hotel
Just to me before this windowsill
Does rid my dirty mind of all of its preciousness
Oh I can see him now
Though it’s so far away
Amongst the roving crowd
Going the other way
Confounded anger burning with love for me
Oÿ est mon maätre le prince rebelle
Qui va fermer toutes ces fenÆtres
Ce sont ces fenÆtres autour de moi
Ce sont ces fenÆtres qui m’appellent,
Qui m’appellent
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold
I’m leaving the Roosevelt hotel
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold
I’m leaving the room we knew so well
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold
From: “wild horses” Add to Address Book
To: llsomer@
Subject: the things i didn’t say and the things i want to say and the things never said.
Date: Mon, 04 Mar 2002 19:29:43 -0800
Hullo Dad
i am writing to wish you a happy birthday.
i am writing because i wish there was love between us.
i think about you all the time.
i cannot help it.
almost everyone i have met here in amsterdam is a pisces
i am going to a million parties
men born in your very same year
i cannot help but think of you
and how much distance there is between us.
but really
what would we do together?
i don’t know
but i cannot forget
i have been seeing a lot of theater
it is mostly filled with fear and pain
not just entertainment theater, you know
art theater
so
lots of killing and abuse and screaming
and doing their best to deal with pain
it made me want to write a hate letter to you
because we never talk
so i just assume you hate me
hanging up the phone on me
but i wrote the letter
and couldn’t send it
it just made me sick for days.
i have just moved into a new apartment
0031 20 427 9874
dominick vyne
Laagte Kadijk 13c
1018 BC Amsterdam
Netherlands
given to me by a friend who is a theater director and actor
he is currently touring a show called “Jason’s Zonen”
about fathers and sons…
it’s lots of talking
lots of trying to explain
lots of screaming
anger
confusing
and the boy convincing the father to die at the end
coz
well
all fathers do, eh?
it sure would be nice to have a nice child hood with you
but in lue of that
it would be nice
to
somehow
find a way to love
realy
before you die.
are you doing well?
i don’t know anything about you.
i mean
i never really did
just what i was scared of.
and you never knew much about me
just what you hated in yourself
if i remember correctly
i feel like i just keep repeating our relationship over and over again.
i mean
not always
but when i love someone
and i take them in my arms
i am always aware of the pain
of being unloved.
of being un able to allow myself to be loved.
of being scared.
oh well, memories, eh?
i hope you’re doing well.
my heart is sore.
but i remember over and over
it’s not hate
it’s love.
we all do the best we can.
just know
for your birthday
i wish you love.
i wish i would love you with my full heart
clear of fear
i wish that you be surrounded by people who really love you
real love
people looking you in the eyes
with love
accepting you
someone you can talk to
and let your emotions out to
someone
or many
you can look at
and feel your heart over fill with joy
spilling out in laughter
or hugs
or kisses
love.
more than happy
i wish you a blissful birthday
a celebration that you’re still alive
coz you still have so much you want to learn and teach
share and experience.
as far as other things
i would like you to do something for me, please.
take the money out of the roth IRA
and keep whatever of it you need to pay taxes.
i have no money right now.
so i am staying here for a few months instead of travelling
to get some massage clients going on…
but i don’t like what i hear of the american government
know that it’s not that i don’t respect you
i just care about money and stuff like that for some big future
i’d rather give it to people who can use it now.
my friend who i went to mongolia with last year
ended up giving me the trip
but filed it [he just sent me an email telling me this]
and filed it as 5700$
having had no taxes pulled out of that
i assume it will be substantial
i suggest you kill the IRA for me
use whatever money you need for taxes
and keep whatever you want for yourself
giving the rest to Mother
i offered to give him some more money for the trip too… coz i really
didn’t do 5700$ worth of work
but he hasn’t responded yet
i just sent it tonight.
anyway
that way
you don’t have to worry about me not paying my taxes anymore
coz i won’t be being taxed on anything.
i just don’t want to be a part of certain aspects of society, Father
many of them you esteem and view as the only way of living
think of me as a monk
or a priest
i am cared for by the hospitality of the world
those who need to learn from me take me in and care for me while i
impart my
experiences
those that need to teach me
take me in and care for me while they share with me their experiences
often we do it for eachother at the same time
i have lived in communities
and will do so again
i am currentlly exploring the idea of becomming a part of a classical
spritual society, like buhhdist or orthadox greek
i need to learn some discipline and skills beyond what i have.
i don’t want you to worry about me
and i don’t want you hate me
or fear me
or fear for me
or be angry
or shameful about me
i want you to come to peace with me
but not by crushing my life and controling me
as you are want to do
but by accepting me as i am
and trusting me
and having faith that i live my life on my own path
and no matter how it goes
it is my life
and i will be OK.
i am still young
and working it out.
and you
mr rabbit
mr fish
you are 51 in a couple of days
blessings to you.
enjoy the journey
enjoy the scenery
enjoy the beauty
and send my love to the family.
…dominick–>
…vyne~~>
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From: “wind for the sail-boat” Add to Address Book
To: weirwolf@bigfoot .com
Subject: healthy addictions?
Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2002 06:43:54 -0800
so, i am curious
have you ever LIVED in cities?
what is your history on your geography
now that you mention paris
i remember Hans saying something about you having a flat there
or something
so i suppose you must have lived there for a time
you just don’t have the view points of someone who hasn’t lived in
cities
so i am curious
i actually find the city of amsterdam very pleasing
and this may sound strange
but the people are the same as ever
that is
i would be happier ignoring most of them
so generally i do
still
watch with a grin, the way of life for so many livers
enjoy the children and the arty kids and the queens and the tourists
for a second or two
glancing over water and sky and buildings
i really like the layout
like the selection of things
the closing hour of all the shops i find slightly annoying, but enjoy
keeping my consumer attitudes down to a low anyway
and the cheap sex industry is, like all, greatly dissatisfying
and i have reaped a few interesting relationships out of a bar or two
fragmenting out through the ones i have found from the internet
in various forms or another
there is a quiet, still
strange
if listened to
known not to be a silence at all
but a static
like a de-tuned radio
or televison, in the old days, before the blue-screen
if the static were dove into like an ocean of filaments
an endless number of directions could be taken
though i cannot help thinking they would all be equally pap
useless like candy, but occupying indeed.
still
what i have just experienced is an awareness of the stories people give
to
me
and of my desire to be creative
and work with words
so i made a new journal
out of my old red jodpuhrs
i made it expressly to write down events
because most of my journals have all just been me musing of my emotions
and
thoughts.. existential shit talk.. not the actual story, but the notes
in
the margin.
so i have heard enough comments from peole telling me to write it all
down
so i made this new book
so i startd
and have found
if i stop writing
i get horribly tense
like a large burden is on me
i have to get it out
and it’s not realy amazing or anything
i mean
i’ve not gone back and read a lot of it yet
but i am just starting
already gone through the first sheaf of my 13…
so i got a place in rotterdam
popped up
my own room
here i am
it is a good place to transition to england as i know if it i choose to
totally different than amsterdam and the belgian cities i’ve been in
and even a different twist on what i saw in cologne
and perhaps it’s just because i am staying with a british guy
who has been here 27 years, none the less
but
i just keep thinking of how this is so similar to places i’ve been in
the UK
anyway
if i can make something happen in going to belgium, i am.
and i think going back to stay in Hans’s flat would be great
because i can sit
finish off some
or start some
or continue with
the stories i am working there, re-writing them
it’s a fucking joke!
with the exception of Hans
the rest of the people i am dealing with are just so obviously
past-player-shit
it’s amazing
i have five pisces there now!
and a Leo… who i cannot help feeling dramatically tied to already in
some
strange twists and pulls
but he’s a tango singer and
there free classes in april
cities are strange.
but i do find the flow of amsterdam so pleasing
what cities do you like?
of course
i am very tempted to just come there and run around barefoot in that
sun
i insantly convinced myself that early may would be better in ireland
than
now
future, though
i am , perhaps, addicted to travel
and the idea of living.
should i choose to accept my mission
i will stay in han’s house until early april and then head to england
london
jump around
then to ireland
the friend who was going to let me use his cottage will be there
and said he’d like to travel around the island with me
so i will take that option – end of april
then come up to see you
work on some ideas with you
and countryside
and whatever our particular dynamic creates
then…
france? Morocco? spain?
southern germany and czeck republic with dashes of poland and peppering
of
austria?
cave?
seems i keep getting this story twisted…
anyway
winter time
rest
house!
later in the quiet
in late spring
when things will be warming and so green.
whenever, however
i look forward to it.
…vyne~~>
_____________________________
— i remember this was the day of the royal wedding
of… some prince
and Maxima– a girl from Argentina.. i think
the whole town was a party
2002 02 02
love love
i felt like it was really sweet
and i was happy the whole country was together over parties
intead of terrorists
as was happening in the US
From: “wind for the sail-boat” Add to Address Book
To: memorabilia23@ yahoo.com
Subject: i’m too tired for this shit
Date: Sat, 02 Feb 2002 19:46:19 -0800
But i’m going to try it anyway
going to stand in a dark room
head against the shoulder of some strange man i do know
as he listens to me tell him about my feelings towards dark rooms and
europe’s penchant for cramming in the sex and cutting out the intimacy.
the back room of the argos
and i’m talking about down stairs
behind the drag-curtain of the brick wall
has two red lights that pulse like a heart beat
perhaps a heart that is dying…
… or some strange alien parasite
as it sucks out yr life.
perhaps i was just feeling that way
very tired
very tired!
good to see the moon is shrinking
fuck
why is the moon so beautiful?
“you know the sun is sometimes
eclipsed by the moon”
i remembed tonight while in the bar
bear?
kissing someone
and thinking of how the ego can be subjugated by desire&emotion.
i was very happy about this correlation
and thought of flies on walls
a
n
d
mostly bar flies.
beautiful occasions
sweet and subtle scottish man
name of my father
but much more in his heart
————- in his innocence
————- in his truth
yeah, looks much better without glasses
yeah, mouth would be less sharp
soft and fuzzy
but..
i kept trying to tell him there was no need to be nervous
but it guess i was judging him the whole time
sometimes i cannot help it.
however
i cannot tell you all about it
just these little bits
coz the walk home can take forever
even if you’re not stoned
oh
and the bit about thomas
which i am glad to remember now
german man
after i left
being too tired
i found him in the eagle
and played a game for a minute or two
and then stepped into place where i must needed to be
and it is about being strong and desirous
definately, they really respect that
that turns them on
fire turns on a city of wooden houses
but not too much…
german man
i could met him
could run into him
happy to have made the connexion
i love massage
“thank you for these things”
happy to have played the course
and grabbed the goal
and asked and recieved
yes
thank you
beautiful nipples and cock and face and eyes
beautiful eyes
beautiful furriness
beautiful furriness all over the place
a dime a dozen, i guess
so, beautiful skin too
but soft blond fur?!
well, it’s quite nice, Germany
thanks
now abba will sing me to sleep
on my long walk home.
From: “wind for the sail-boat” Add to Address Book
To: memorabilia23@yahoo .com
Subject: lamb and love
Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 18:39:47 -0800
love and lamb
something to feed the horses
long expeditions
spinning on
and our
into the evenings
long expectations
long shots
well
it’s not all in the chance
and i cnanot say it’s skill
i cannot explain it
let me try and tell you about it
i walked
o fuck
i can’t even say down
i walked around.
round
down
into to the cellars
up to the attic
looking
i was looking
my most common experience here is people asking me
“what are you looking for?”
before i gave away my bag
they were always asking “what’s in the bag”
“follower of rashnish?”
something cranberry
clean out this piss
‘ what am i looking for?
good question.
but really, i’m not looking for anything.
i’m just walking
just seeing
just hearing
dancing with
working with
playing… not searching
not looking for it
being there. . . ‘
something like that
but i have to be careful what i wish for
and i know for a long time now i’ve been doing my best to avoid wishes
no
desires
no
dreams
no
Drama
yeah, drama.
but all that land of good intentions isn’t going to get me far
not when i leave the door of oppurtunity open for me to waltz through
into
wherever.
i found myself in a house
i found myself in drama
somepeople
that’s what they make with their lives
i know the score
of the whole piece
know all the moves
well, of course i could learn more
but
not right now
not like that
ugh.
lessons
images
reflections
fucking freaking out
talking like a maniac
like me
a thousand times doubled.
but that’s not the point
i’m just telling you that i am walking back into the world
not to get lost in it
no
thanks
but
no
but to experience it
i will not be what others are
i will be what i am
whatever that is
and what i grow into
have to be with other people
and know that they fall in love
know that older men want “boys”
know they want children
no
not babies
no
sons
kinda
fertile fields
places to plant their seeds
grow a-new
especially in an earth they know is beautiful and virile and creative
already
merging
companionship
yeah….
i got caught by the moon
on maandag
moonday
bathed in the light
“undo”
bathed in the sound
missing the meaning?
in a park
after leaving the arms of Hans
[“father”]
wanting to be in the arms of one
sleeping
warm
flesh
flesh
warm
loving
sharing
wanting
yes
this is drama
well
living
honesty
where did this come from?
not the honesty bit
but this emotions
this long-lost morrissey dream
“and as i climb into an empty bed, oh well: enough said”
gene sings
“don’t turn the light out and leave me: this bed feels cold and empty”
and in the past i…
fear ful of sheets that took my heat
how many times did i say that?
how many boys have i turned away?
but it was this moon
it was the end of the day
and it got me
so i know
i know the yearnings of the heart
the mind
the spirit
the ego
“take me home”
“Give me a home”
“be my home”
ugh
hungry.
i walked the streets
last night
tonight
and the night before, even
stopping many times
pizza does not satisfy
falafal is good, but…
showarma is what i need
and need
feed and feed
eat many of them in an evening
dripping with curries and onions and grease
tonight
it was good
i was all night looking for he
he
who i found last night
took my eyes off the moustache
yeah, i love these guys
but they seem to all wear cologne
and spend most of their time in dark corners
it’s as if all my standards don’t hold up here
tonight i was looking for him
and didn’t find
and didn’t find
but found Jan
and went off to go home with him
just to clear the stage, i guess
coz riding the bike together just wasn’t working
so i made my way to walk home
but decided i needed a showarma first
coz the pizza just isn’t satisfying here
and gravity pulled me back to the bar
the date was made for
and i walked in
and saw him
and we both just stopped and smiled
approached
well
besides jack daniels and jaggermister
the rest is just a story.
it is time for me to sleep tonight.
i have had enough lamb
enough sacrifice
the story?
the story about masks…
perhaps i’ll tell you about it sometime
just ask
i will flesh out these tales as the days progress
good night, babes.
love
…dominick–>
…vyne~~>
From: “wind for the sail-boat” Add to Address Book
To: auxarq@.com
Subject: Re: Thanks…
Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2002 09:40:13 -0800
the night unfolded nice
found a library to quite myself away in and read my book
play with my beard…
went to the internet cafe
and ate a bon bon
while typing type typing
so the Web was alcohol and kids
chatting
and being un-gracefully hit on by a big ole brute from SF
of course
is this what i ask for?
or just one of the things i’m open to?
it was fun
they all went home
SF with a trick
martijn with himself
catching the last tram
so i walked up stairs and looked through the meat
stood in a corner
my favourite album
well
one of the millions:
Dead can Dance: “into the labrynth”
could have been nothing more fitting
but i just stood and watched
a small conversation
a man gave me a sache of tobacco
smoke smoke
bon bon full on
alcohol
duuval
ugh
when i walked down stairs
saw a beautiful boy with a full red beard
very kind
but when he kissed me
i felt my virtue taken from me
how much they would like to stuck me in their web
suck me in their web
but last night was not the night
i am not so sexually silly as i once was
and walked home
light rain and cold night air
the occasional stop
at a place to get shwarmas
plates of veggies and lamb bits
GRRRIN
and that was very nice and all
and the second one i ate there
and walked out with out paying
forgetting
the man yelled “FRIEND!?”
and i turned back around and dug out some cash
‘ oh sorry sorry sorry ‘
onward i walked
home
crash in my dell
very nice
yeah
no coffee today
no coffee tomorrow
by sunday
i should be somewhat chill
[grin]
i will see you then
when?
right
i’ll call you at about 10:30
thank you, dear boy
i enjoyed running around with you greatly
felt like two kidds
and i went back to waterstones and got that CD the boy Marco made for
me
what little joys
and joys
and joys
[laughs]
see ya
and the forest
soon
…dominick–>
…vyne~~>
From: “wind for the sail-boat” Add to Address Book
To: dreamwill@.com
Subject: dreams and other stories
Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2002 09:17:26 -0800
will…
a few nights ago i was staying in Egmond on Zee
woke
from a dream i had
laying next to my Leo
dream-scatter
my mother
face down in the grasses
next to the van
you walk behind it
i cannot see
but come around and see you there
kissing the back of her neck
look up at me
shy and somewhat shocked…
you come up with a smile
my father approaches
full-on military gear
he’s got a few knives tied to certain spots
gun in a holster
and large automatic rifle in his hand
“i’m not hunting, i’m scouting out the land”
i feel he’s lying to me and approach him like a lover
searching for a kiss
but grab a knife and pull it from its sheath
hold it against his throat
‘too much precaution can get you killed, daddy’
and i realized then
my pronounced antipathy for my father
as he is representing the man
who was your lover
and lives on your land
there he was, as if he’d never lived there
with a possee and munitions
looking for how he can exploit the land
hunting and farming
i don’t know what
you were part of my family
abused by the father.
groggy early-morning by the zee
leo got up
we had a coffee down stairs
and he headed off to church
and i walked along the sandy beach for a few hours
sand blowing into all of my crevices
snot flowing from my nose
forced out by the wind and the cold
kicking up the sea foam in my large black boots
blowing into nothing in the wind
past the galloping horses
and the sand that had dried
lifted from the surf
blowing across the beach
like spirits
i followed it up to the dunes
over the hill
all the little farms
the town in the distance
i walked my way back
through the very-old town streets
past the museum of warm impliments
churches telling me the time
tourist shops seelling travel goods
from far off lands
i’d been too
people looking at me like a curio
but when i got back down to the beach
a group had gathered there
filled with families and dogs
a woman walked out of the café
and spoke in dutch for a while about something
and everybody
smiling
walked down into the sand
unleashing their dogs on the ocean
yapping and nipping and running around
[i always like seeing dogs free and playful among their community]
i watched them
and a man walk past me
my eyes followed him
a face like yours
but long and full grey beard
gold hoops in his ears
but eyes searching like…
i walked over and stood next to him
in his leather jacket
and gaze far-off
he turned quickly and headed into the town
i never know when it’s alright to approach a man
even less sure in a country i am foreign in
but the guest you suggested i meet up with
fate has decided to align me with
Martijn
is also the friend of some Bryan i met in San Francisco
in my few days before leaving
looking for a belgian man
friend of Leo
Valentijn
waiting waiting
bryin, bar-tender of the eagle
chat chat
and “you should meet this friend of mine in amsterdam
tall and
i send everybody of interest to him
you’ll love him”
so when i emailed him i mentioned you and dennis
and he said
“you already know my west-coast family”
so
i will deposit leo at the airport tomorrow and call martijn and see
when i
can actually meet him
there you were in my dreams
and thought i saw you
a man who reminded me of you
down by the sea
checking in on you
forest and water
how are you doing?
…dominick–>
…vyne~~>
From: “momentarily on the wire” Add to Address Book
To: scottbear@ak
Subject: …gracefully
Date: Tue, 27 Nov 2001 01:42:11 -0800
Scott
i love you like a brother
i mean
i still want to have sex with you and all that
but i feel i’ve known you so long
[still…, i would like to meet you]
the last time you and i had a talk about the well-being of your body
you were mr bear alaska
[ i think ]
and going to the gym or something
now
physical excersise is great
BUT
weights need to be balanced by streatching
and diet is very important
blah blah
i always recommend Yoga
i always recommend walking barefoot
these two things are essential
now
when i say “yoga”
i don’t necessarily mean going to classes every day
i studied it for two weeks
and have been doing it ever since on my own
but i was a weak and skrawny kid
so when i hit puberty i learned about pushups
and have been doing SOMETHING ever since
sometimes i forget for weeks on end
and my body suffers for it
but eventually i pick it back up again
yoga means “union”
it’s the act of making yourself one with your body
it sounds funny
but when you start doing yoga your body will hurt a lot more
because all of a sudden you’re using it in ways you haven’t for a long
time
and places you can’t even reach will be sore
but if you listen to the soreness
it is just your body speaking to you
in fact
what you’re feeling now is just your body talking to you
listen to it
streatch out
watch dogs and cats
streatch like they do
play like children do
these things are very alive
and have not forgotten this
have not pretended to be “human” by some strange standards
they listen to their bodies
and the world around them
and do what they need to do
follow suit
listen to yourself
it’s amazing
i’m ok at it
i’ve still got a lot of learning
there is the body
and thoughts
and emotions
and actions
and god
[or whatever, spirit]
they’re all trying to come to balance
it is for you to help them all focus
then life is just peachy
but til then
it’s work
[grin]
so i live
but i enjoy it as best i can
it’s living
right?
check out a book called “the ancient secret of the fountain of youth”
by peter kelder
it’s rather small
[get book one, they’ve published it with a companion volume you don’t
really
nead unless you got extra time and money for it]
and was first published in 1937
so it’s right on the tip of america’s health crayz
but it’s a great biginning yoga practice
that is more like calistenics
so it’s good for your whole system
and fun too
and has some tips about the other areas of health as well
ummmm
i’m heading off to hawaii now
i would love to come see you
but i’m going to europe just after the new years
and don’t know when i’ll be back
i need to wander there
find some things….
i will
of course
always want to visit alaska and visit you there
and
eventually
i will
and when i see ya i’ll teach ya some yoga and attune you to reiki and
give
you some medicine balls and cook you kitchari and make you tea
until then, it’s up to you
take care of yourself, beautiful
be well
[HUGS]
love and warmth to you, kid
…dominick–>
…vyne~~>
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