Willi Brown

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  • cat with herb

    On the front step
    Watching the orange cat
    Chewing… Biting really
    The herb growing by the sidewalk
    Tiny blue blossoms
    I don’t know… maybe it’s catnip
    I thought, “this‘d make a good poem”
    But it wasn’t dirty enough or something
    Because honestly, in my hand,
    Was a device tuned to a digital book about behavioral triggers
    Orange cat out in nature staring with tail extendedBecause maybe someday I want to make something
    More of my life than impulsively scribbling down
    These dirty scraps of noticing…
    Not even insights… Just saw a cat, big deal
    But he was so mad at this herb
    Maybe it wasn’t catnip
    And a real poet would be reading a book on native herbs
    Then of course the cat noticed me
    And stared at me hard like… I really can’t say
    As if it wanted me to turn into a big pizza
    Or a live tuna fish
    He even took a few steps towards me
    And let out a miserable squawk
    But I wasn’t feeling it
    maybe I was being cat like
    He gave up and walked away

  • Rainin’ Heavy – ’06

    wayback debris / fading crumbs / feeling

    screenshot of wayback machine snapshot from 2006

  • the bar

    we humans   scurry…
    from commodity to place
    to consume & waste
    & develop             more desire
    then repeat the cycle / then repeat the cycle
    hunting
    hungry
    for the next / for the next
    ice cream bar     whiskey bar
    beyond the bar
    to a place
    of seeing

    the desire arise
    slowing the film
    curious
    seeing
    even deeper
    but not
    “biting the hook”

     

     

    (march 2017 santa rosa)

  • what now?

    what now? the pain
    continues
    the people
    have dispersed
    all lights out
    for the night
    i run absurd
    dreams through the streets
    get surrounded
    by
    multitudes
    i disappear
    invisible
    confused horrified

    (march 2017 sonoma county)

  • not important

    body of man in suit taking iphone selfie in mirror

    	once we were big shots
inventing the net
	were important people
		in the edge
cracks		me  up		ha ha
	ha how 	much   has changed
don’t even 	recognize myself
	on market street
but	i still have 	that suit
			   somewhere

  • Artifactz

    Thrift store score / tangible fetish / endurance / impermanence / artifacts

  • So This Is (The Future)

    So This Is (The Future)

    The door opens onto the highway
    which lay there missin the moon
    like a ribbon without a present
    or a string without a balloon

    This morning offers no schedule
    coffee doesn’t mind getting cold
    a bag full of nothing thinks lonely is something
    and that nothing… is getting old

    * So this is the future
    where the past wears a digital mask
    and all my answers don’t seem that important anymore
    and my questions don’t need to be asked

    The war isn’t fought in the papers
    and blood doesn’t run down the wires
    and the piles of limbs they don’t get to him
    because our president is a liar

    * So this is the future
    where the past wear’s a digital mask
    and all my answers don’t seem that important anymore
    and my questions don’t need to be asked

    Chords

    Verse
    D7 C7 G7
    D7 C7 G7
    D7 C7 G7
    C7 A7
    (maybe)
    Chorus
    G F C
    G F C
    G F C
    F A

    Recording Notes

    Probably 2005. In Venice Beach, California. Apartment on Pacific across from the Post Office.
    This might have been recorded on a Sony Mini-Disc with a Sony Stereo Mic. I don’t know what guitar I was playing in those days… Acoustic something.

  • Mystery Sound #108

    mystery-sound-108.m4a

    Outside my window
    I hear mysteriously
    a small chirp-like sound
    repetitive and device-like.
    My first thought is danger!
    (These are fraught times.)
    Is it a gas leak? Or a tree branch cracking off?
    Or an electrical transformer
    on the pole across the street
    about to explode?
    So I open the blinds
    cautiously and… nothing.
    The scene outside is placid.
    The tree quietly intact.
    The transformer hangs, solid.
    The air, clear, smells like fall.
    Across the sky I see
    different kinds of birds
    flying in various directions,
    or landing, or merely
    hopping about pecking the ground.
    I see bees buzz
    bouncing among the blossoms…
    The sound is gone.
    But the mystery seems to have expanded
    beyond me and even my environment,
    expanded to the point
    of no point.

     

  • What You Left Behind

    Words and Music by Willi Brown

    Some people think they know ya / or they got a film to show ya
    While I pretend intelligence is bliss
    But there’s blood that you’ve paid / Stone commitments that you’ve made
    They cannot be stolen by an outlaw kiss

    And what you’ve left behind / could be put out of your mind
    Because it isn’t happening right now
    What’s been put out of your mind,What’s been put out of your mind is your soul now
    It’s all… you’ve left behind

    And the weight of present past seems to be breaking your back
    But something else has put a fire in your eyes
    And the weightless little girl who once floated around the world
    Is holding on to dear life as time flies

    And what’s been put out of your mind / may be on the front of your mind
    Even when it’s not happening anymore

    What you’ve left behind / circles back around in time
    Like it never ended for you anyhow
    What you left behind never ended for you anyhow

    Beautiful Blond Sandy Beach Sunlight Behind

  • Carbon Blowhole (for Porter Ranch)

    Carbon Blowhole (for Porter Ranch)

    i found this song from 2015, and was planning to backdate the post, but apparently METHANE is STILL LEAKING at ALISO CANYON.

    Porter-Ranch_Gas-Leak