Venus spoke...

Interesting this medium for bringin' them outta exile

Venus, she connects with this poor, but famous artist

not 24 hours after the publishing of the snippet from the book.

We spoke for hours, and that Skype thing,

man if you don't have it 

you should. 

Venus, has aged gracefully.

Still beautiful,

like her mother

her grandmother

Venus was shocked at the short hair.

" Did you lose your mind ? " she asked.

" Yes, yes I did. " I said.

Permissions given to tell the story, 

as long as I don't tell the one about 

Malaga, the balcony, and the three cans 

of fruit cocktail....

She has a new dog,  

a 1965 Ford Mustang

and lives in New York,

which didn't suprise me a bit.

New York sorta Venus...

... for not teaching me spanish, and for f#%ing

 up my papers, and those scenes in Lisboa, 

Madrid

Granada

Navalmoral de la Mata ( my fault )

Huelva  ( Thanks. I forgot about that...)

Cadiz...

...you are forgiven. 

Made for good material.

She asked that I forgive more...

I told her that

I was working on it.

I am happy for your continued existence Venus.

You are an extraordinary human being.

I had not forgotten,

so I hadn't.

Be well todo mundo,

J.Level

...A tale of love, strife, adventure & beer..My three ex-girlfriend's and one wife..."

( a snippet from the book )

" Good God !!! woman speak english !!!

they are not going to let us cross this border...", I hiss

at my Venus " whom caused all this really ",

on a hot hot day in June 1996.

The Nogales DF border crossing

into Nogales, Arizona.

" ...If you don't answer my questions 

I'm going to have to impound the car..."

said the patient, patient border cop, 

an Amerikan.

" Impound the car eh ?. Fine, 

but you gotta take the girl too...", I countered.

He looked at me for a minute,

then to Venus, 

whom had the eyes goin', 

staring  into his soul...

He weighed his options.

" Have a nice day ". Period.

He saluted and walked away...

Driving north towards Prescott, AZ...

" ..I'm gonna write this all down

and put it in my book you know...?"

I said.

" Lo se...", purred Venus.

That was the beginning.

It got much weirder... 

...to be continued 

Be well todo mundo,

J.Level

foto: NYtimes

©jpl2009 " ...a tale of love, strife, & beer...my three x-girlfriends and one wife "

" A children's story " pt. 1

Ariel walked back to the house from the old

Zizzler fan factory... " I am buying that van.

It's perfect...", he practiced.

" Brother's...", Ariel said, hanging up his coat,

"  We are buying the van..."

" But we will have no money left for supplies 

if you spend that much..." complained Charles

the youngest.

" We have enough. Look around, there's always enough.."

said Zezel, the oldest.

" It is settled we are buying the van, and even with all it's

necessary modifications there will still be enough Charles.

We will journey to the underground..." 

" We will take over the underground !!! " said Charles.

" Patience Charles ", said Ariel, 

" We must be patient. We have our plan...

And thus the journey began to explore the underground.

The van was to be modified by their friend Howard,

a tall young aspiring mechanic. Ariel

looked thru the glass of their cage at Howard

sleeping soundly, dreaming of gears and motors

oil and wrenches...

 " We begin tomorrow..." Ariel thought, 

turning off the light.

There would be much for three mice to do...

Be well todo mundo,

J.Level

©2009spl " a children's story " pt.1

monday...

on .." The freak show and it's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death " part 23 " Wayne B, Hitchhiking, and new course..."

Jesus ground gears all the way thru Greenville before

Stan could take no more. This saintly hippy 

was killin' him, " Your killin' me...", Stan said

getting up from his seat behind Mrs. Alvin,

from Alberta, Canada, and reaching for the 

keys...

Nobody was hurt.

The luggage rack could be put back together 

with " a couple of screws... If I had my tools..."

Said Neil Shanks , a handyman from Duluth

returning from seeing his sister in Gulfport.

Jesus was unceremoniously escorted off the bus,

the passengers were less than tolerant.

" Sorry man, there's a mutiny brewin' in there

amongst those " with questions and schedules to keep..."

whiny bastards..." said Stan, hat in hand.

Lil' Moco slyly pissed on Stan's leg...

..." That was not necessary..." Jesus said to Lil' Moco.

" I just got tired of that " dirty hippy " reference,

so I so I pissed on his leg...What ?  I'm a dog.

Dog's have broader boundaries  . 

lower standards and all that ...", Lil' Moco lobbied.

So now they were on foot. Not the first time.

The bus drove by and Lil' Moco sat up on his hind legs

and growled. It was really all he could do.

He was a little tired afterwards.

" Hey, thanks for the ride...I'm Jesus and this

 is Lil' Moco..." 

Abe drove alot. He worried, and the La Salle was a good 

place to think. Jesus could barely fit his skinny frame into the seat

covered in maps and fone books

and travel books of Thailand, The sun coast of Spain,

India, and West Covina, California.

Lil' Moco coughed. " Hhhhhugmmmmm..."

and again " Hhhhhhugmmmmm"...

catching the attention of Jesus engulfed in 

the ramblings of Wayne B " call me Wayne B ..."

he said.

Lil' Moco gave him a wink.

Then rolled his eyes.

Made a cook-coo clock sound... " Cook-coo".

Wayen was driving to Richmound ,

" gotta pick up my unemployment check..."

he said, passing Jesus some smoke...

Some many miles later...

...Jesus plied some maps and a couple of guide

books aginst the window and went to sleep.

Lil'Moco jumped thru the seats onto the consol

and studied Wayne. After a few minutes Lil' Moco said,

" So Wayne B , who exactly was this Brautigan cat...? ",

sending Wayne to yelling " What the fucking helllll  !!!!"

and swerving about the empty road for a minute yelling...

" Jesus Christ Holy frickin' Jesus !!!..oops, sorry Jesus... ". 

The big La Salle was an ocean liner,

so it mushed around the empty road...

Wayne said , " you talk ? ".

Lil' Moco said , " Yeah ".

And Wayne said, " Can you roll ? "

Lil' Moco said, " I have no thumb's Wayne...".

And Wayne said, " Ohhh, right right...."

Be well todo Mundo,

J.Level

©jpl2009 " On the freak show and It's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death pt. 1-23"

foto: Dail Cresh 1955

Yuma, again...

...Received another invitation to the home
of the cousin of Styl666, my friend,
my wise and faithful reader, vocal critic
of my life, that she's followed for the
past years and a bunch a months...

Styl666 sez,
" ...You are invited this weekend 

to the house of my cousin
Yuri, but call him Ted...in Yuma.

This is the second invite you know ? ".
" He'll throw me in the snow.

I talk you know...." I said.

" There's no snow in Yuma

and you do talk a little much.

Watch that... " she reminded me,

pointing with a perfect nail.

I have been to and thru Yuma Arizona 

on various occasions
thruout this o this
long life of mine......On a motorcycle in 81'...
in a 68' Rambler in about 85'...
..on a couple of trains, who remembers when...
Who remembers Yuma, Arizona
after one of those Yuma fiery orange
and blood red sunsets
featherin' into that blue...?

Everybody remembers.
That blue in southwestern paintings
O'Keeffe
and Shepard,
and Ram Kur...
that blue is in the Yuma sky.
A ridin' the Amtrak east
or west...

To think the Bosnian brothers
have found Yuma,
seems divine.
The brothers I know from Bosnia,
would have loved Yuma...

I thank you for the invitation Styl 

but I'm hangin' in Seattle

where there's...

The paintings...

That big dog that loves you...
...Gretchen
and Jack
therapy...
...that soft futon,
and smokin' on the porch
with a fat squaril sittin' alongside
my barefoot...
He spoke Spanish, thank god,
and understood I wasn't
much into any drama...
" ...Been a hell of a 8 months, you know...
I have lost and gained much pretty quickly ",
I told " Raul ", I'd named him,
" ...A lesser brother wouldn't a made it Jess "
Raul said...
" Thanks man..." I said.


I'll wait for you here.
These are indeed enlightening times
for this poor, but famous artist,
so they are...

Styl666 said,
"  You burned everything you arrived with,
erased the fotos and the written stuff...
Now smoke and eat, drink and be well...

I will think of you every moment...

get a haircut your looking like a hippy...",

...and the plane flew off to Yuma,

and I drove on back to the Hill

and had some beers with Saloma.

haircut...

fix the headlight...

put the bumper back on...

re-strech the big Don Quijote...

Be well todo mundo,

J.Level

20 January, 2009

He's being inaugurated today.

I have never cared much for Amerikan

politics, but this may be the change 

the world needs.

The world is good, basically.

That's my political post.

Sorry, it won't happen again...

No comments please.

Be well todo mundo,

J.Level

foto©jpl2007 " Salamanca grifitti "

Venus passed in front of the house...

Are we blessed, or no?.

Yes. 

Yes we are.

Be uber well todo mundo,

J.Level

Harvey's sunday call....

...talkin' with Harvey the near prophet

he sez he's reasonable.

" I'm reasonable..."

Getting new material out there

is  the advice of the near prophet

" I was invited to a party given by some 

people my friend knew, I waited for the moment.

They were the Yoga/ meditation crowd, resentful, 

fragile, not so dedicated, 

constantly checking their fones.

The lady asked me, and I have been waiting

for this a week and a half...

" Do you meditate ?" she asked.

" ...well , no really, I masturbate...", Harvey said

" The room broke up. Funniest thing they'd ever herd..."

he said. Smiling. 

In his element.

 I'm workin' on a play.

About Spain...

It's smells

and sensations,

downer's

and moment's

of pure bliss.

Harvey said it was 

"reasonable "...

I'll keep working.

" Make great art,

eat well,

feel young, 

and don't take yourself to seriously..."

Harvery's sign off phrase,

like mine,

Be well todo mundo,

J.Level

on .." The freak show and it's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death " part 22 " Jesus and Lil' Moco drive a bus"

...Stan screamed : " NO !!!!! you gotta put in the clutch...

ohhhhhh- ooooooo ayyyyyyyyyeeeee

my poor baby..!! ", trying to teach Jesus to drive the bus.

Jesus screamed : " Ayyyyyyyy - Ayyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeee !!!! "

Lil' Moco sat on the lap of Mrs. Sherry Kilinstine from Houston, Texas,

" ... So, your a friend of Jesus ?. Gosh he's a bit different than

I expected him to look like... Sorta a dirty hippy really..."

Lil Moco's thought about biting her, for loyalty's sake,

but she had a nice lap, and Lil' Moco's liked the way

she scratched him behind the ear...

Stan screamed on.

Jesus couldn't co-ordainate...

" Clutch... griiiiiiiiiiind. Ok, clutch, eeeeeee-ase it into first...

GRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDDD !!!!!

" AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!! ",

Stan screamed.

J.Level

foto©2009 "Alan"

©jlp 2009 " on... The freak show and it's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death" pts 1-23

" A Normal Guy Named Death "

Death waited in line with 19 others.
" ...Busy day at the bank... ", thought Death,
looking towards the blond lady 

standing by the window with her little poodle.

" love those little dogs...well except two

Lil' Moco and Meirdina...

disgusting little beasts..."
The line moved slowly.
Death looked at his watch.
" Isn't that Death up there ahead...? " Shelia asked Dave.
" Why Yes!. I think it is... Death! Hey Death!!!..." shouted Dave.
" Damn! it's that annoying Dave Kline...", thought Death.
For some reason Death agreed to have drinks 

at Valentine's . Valentines was dark. Death liked dark.
Death would not show up...
"You just wait for me there Dave..." waved Death.

 " Can't stand that guy... It's good to be Death...",

said Death to himself, 

handing his American Express over the counter 

to the attractive teller... " Deella "
" Excuse me?" asked the attractive teller.
" Er- Ahh- Yes . Right. Right-Errr.... is that the right card ?

  Yes , ahh.... Yes it is ...", stammered Death, smiling.
" Yes", said the attractive teller to Death, smiling.....

Dave and Sheila waited at Meson Valentine,

"... Now where on earth could that wacky guy be Shelia ? ",

asked Dave...

It was the brightest light she had ever seen, 

Shelia told the guy's in the white coats.

as they loaded her into the ambulance...

Dave was nowhere to be found...

" DAVE !!! OH DAVE !!!! Lava enema time !!!...DAVE ??? ".

Shouted  Klaus, a friend of Death's down in,

well y'all know where...

Be well todo mundo.
J.Level

" A Normal Guy Named Death"
©jpl2008

on .." The freak show and it's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death " part 21 " The girl's, smashed, rabid and champions "

...Dawn puttered around the kitchen waiting

for Venus "who caused all this really" to wake up.

Dawn dried the martini glasses.

Dawn scrubbed the barbecue grill with a metal scrubby.

Meirdina sat watching Dawn, thinking of lil' Mocos

and that rat bastard Jesus. They had run away you know...

"...I know I could drive that Dodge of Warren's..." thought Meirdina.

There, laid out acrossed the foot of Venus " who caused all this really's " bed was

a satin bowling shirt from Dawn's vast collection of nearly 40 years .

She had been a champion down at Stockton lanes. Her team was called

 " Death's 5 ", " after my Husbands father..." she said, 

it had it's desired effect, as intended. 

"... and you shoulda seen the big Carol Mores face...

" You SHOULD be a bit nervous, Carol...",  Dawn had giggled telling the story.

Through her blurry hung over vision, the light burned holes into her brain...

" arrrrg!! I don't have hang over's CHRIST !!!, oops sorry Jesus, I have regrets...my head...

...and what the fuckin' hell is that ???? ", eyes landing on the shiny pink 

animal at the foot of her bed. " ...Oh fucking hell, it's a bowling shirt..."

getting up and crawling towards it. " No. No bloody way.  That smell...

those people... Frickin' mutants, all hittin' on me... Hell the last time I went to a bowlin'

alley, ummmm- now where the mother fuck was thaat ???? OOOH , it was with Domingo

in Memphis... man did they beat the dog shit outta poor Domingo... Nope. Aint' goin'

can't make me..." said Venus " who caused all this really ".

And it was then when Dawn entered the room... and Dawn said,

" Mornin' sweetheart, now you get your got damn drunk ass outta that bed and git yourself dressed honey

we's a goin' down ta Stockton lanes, it's ladies league!!!!! Now you git up. Here have some coffee

and here, smoke this... god you look a mess, damn city so it be...Damned city done ate you alive girl..."

And Venus " who caused all this really " said : " thank you very much Dawn....pulling the covers over her head.

 Meirdina sat in the front seat of Warren's Dodge. 

scanning the insturment panel. Taking it all in.

" can't be so hard if Death can drive this beast..." said Mierdina, jumping up 

putting both of her front paws on the steering wheel, " Varrroooomm....Varroooom

I could drive this beast to Denver, no problem...", she said...

be well todo mundo,

J.level

©jpl2009 "on the freak show and it's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death" pts 1-22

Israel, I am so very ashamed of you. Get out of Gaza now. 

On...uninsured art, The Omega cafe' and Portland, Oregon 1989

...another washed up on my beach the other day.
Have'nt herd from that minor God in awhile. Long while.
he sends this foto of a peice from 88 or 89, maybe 90
could'nt say...

...In the Omega cafe one day, which was beside the Omega
watch shop, I hung this painting on their
trend setting walls. A string was hanging,
the canvas was streched by myself, and crudely
made... I was a young painter, had control of the infamous
Hand Gallery, on the top floor of 333 S.W.Park ave Portland,Oregon,
and a shakin' everybody up, from the phone company to the
Seceret Service...shook up.

...." I'm just gonna burn this little string,
and go home for awhile...I'll be back with another..."
I said to Terry of the Omega...

Terry called about an hour later asking me to come down...
I walked in to an Omega filled with a haze of smoke
and a small crowd gathered about this
painting. I felt good. People were looking...and people
were talking.
Terry said..." do you alway burn uninsured art ?"
the crowd parts and indeed, the painting was on fire.
Smoldering really.
The string was a wick or a fuse that set off the charge
that had this poor, but famous artist sittin'
here in that weird and beautifully complicated country 

some years later. It started the freak show, so it did.

" Do you always burn uninsured art ?" asked Terry.

Today I don't as a rule.
Today I've the foto and this cool memory...
We were minor Gods back then, so we was...

The freakshow continues....


Be well todo mundo.

J.Level

...and you there CJ, thanks and welcome back
can I help ya off with that life jacket...there
ya go...lift your hand alittle...there ya go...
...man, glad ta see ya...

Bob's " POINT BLANK" gun shop & Jesus....

" So Bob, how much for how many ?", asked Jesus of the arms dealer,

Bob, owner of " Bob's " Point Blank " gun shop" on third.
" Well Jesus, I'll tell ya.. Ahh! You've seen these before ...No? " Smoozed Bob,
the arms dealer to Jesus.
" OOOOO! " ooo'ed Jesus, pickin' up a AP-78-a anti personnel granade.
" YYYYeppp-uuunnehhhhh..." grunted Bob, smilingly, contently, proudly.
"... and you'll be a throwin' in a few hundred rounds of them there
.380 Smith & Wessies ta boot... eh Bob...? ", smiled Jesus cajolingly.
" Sir it would be my pleasure. Now will that be cash or charge..? ", smiled Bob,
baggin' the bullets along with 4 AP-78a anti personel granades
into a plain brown paper bag, pushin' it over to Jesus...
" OOOPHHH ! Huh ! weighs a ton...", chuckled Jesus, signing the charge slip,
and bidding Bob a " Good Day "...
" ooohooo, this IS heavy..." said Jesus, crossing Third and headin up 12th Ave...
waving to little Tommy, whom was waving at him. " Hello little Tommy, nice day

hummmmmm ? Good one that little Timmy, he'll go far...

Be well todo mundo...

J.level

"Bob's " POINT BLANK " gunshop & Jesus"
©jpl2007