Austin Survival Kit

          During the course of our 29 hour drive straight back to Ohio I had a little time to reflect on all things Austin and the mystic glow that surrounds those bearing witness to the entity known as SXSW. I believe now in my heart that all these years I have had a misconstrued view on chaos and its potential for unlocking inner peace. A couple of years ago my survival kit for such an event would’ve consisted of something like this: 2 quarts of tequilla, orange peels, 20 vicodin, 40 adderall, 2 large bottles of Jack Daniels, 1/4 pound of chipped ham, 1 case of water, 4 bottles of wine(2 red, 2 white), a word finder puzzle book, 2 cartons of Camel lights, a picture of Jesus giving water to a blind woman, 2 cardigan sweaters and some long johns.  Now adays, besides the Jack and cigarettes I have found that despite the ever-rising tide of what appears to be an unstoppable mayhem, I can find a calm sense of wonder in the streets of crazy that leads now to inspiration rather than self destruction. For me, the greatest subject matter for some God above is this beautiful train wreck of disaster and how through all of it we make ourselves human; ever evolving but always fading by choice. We are all creatures of the night, least we forget, this is not a bad thing. 
          And as the sun rises on the empty streets to warm over aching bones and dry out the blood from last nights’ carnage, so does a love find its way to another from across the great divide. A picture of peace glows mildly in the distance like an ash from my cigarette, struggling to survive for but a moment longer.  We float on, seeking the healing we need to start it all over again. Some downward, some  upward. In the world we desire, Icarus succeeded and the cronies lie at bay.  Lets see if we can survive if not only for another day.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, March 23rd, 2010 at 12:56 pm and is filed under Musings