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Thursday, February 15, 2018

JOHNNY ROCK AND THE ANGELS live at Wylders - ACID RAIN




This is recorded live on the stage at Wylders, towards the end of a year.  A taste or Rock-Reggae!    JOHNNY ROCK AND THE ANGELS   (also known as The Batch)


You can hear more songs by JOHNNY ROCK AND THE ANGELS on The William Milne Channel on You Tube - lots more songs there. 

Hope you enjoy.

Photo Art by KLGE   Paintings by Johnny Rock/B. Milne


as to this song:

(C)2018 by W.G. Milne
All rights reserved

THE RULE OF ONE






The Eye with which we see God,

Is the Eye with which we are seen.

As we know, so are we known,

As we forgive, so are we forgiven.

As we have given gifts,

So there is much that we are given.

And as we grow to love,

O how we are loved and forgiven,

Even before we have knelt to pray.
















(C)2018 BY W.G. Milne

Thursday, February 8, 2018

The City




Having been to the end of the night,
Having touched the dawn that meets
        the city lights
         neon, real
          the turning of a wheel
Annihilating
         the chatter under the fluorescence
         the clatter of feet on cobbled streets
         ancient city's dreams,
Here unrealized, unredeemed, the time
         what was that ancient's cry?
What were your words, distant friend,
         so far into the dusk, so long
         gone upon the river's side
          like sludge that washes the shores
         of Thames, old friends what was your cry?
Why did your voice rise?
Or was it nothingness I always heard,
         empty in a word?

Ancients, I know I heard you speak.
          I hear you beside me now, upon
          these streets
          by this water's shore;
          I heard you would go journeying...

Then let it be
          come walk with me, this way
          upon the ancient city
           her breath of fire upon the day,
           burning lady
            dressed half-way;
            raise your legs,
            we will not tarry, longer than to
            plant a kiss; we have all been
            through this, day upon day; we need
            to make a new way across the waves.

The dawn meets the grey
            of towers
             the river, silently
              the ghostly eyes behind the skull
               that beheld your city.





(C)1980-2018 by W.G. Milne

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

HOW TO GET MEDIA ATTENTION WHEN YOU'RE RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT

HOW TO GET MEDIA ATTENTION WHEN YOU’RE RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT
________________________________________________________

(1) SAY OR DO SOMETHING OUTRAGEOUS.

(2) There will be a furor, an outraged protest
about what you have said or done
INSULT THE PROTESTERS!

(3) When various groups come out against you,
and even more  of the same ethnic groups
start to hate you…
INSULT THEIR PARENTAGE!
 BERATE AND MOCK AND INSULT THIS TYPE OF PEOPLE,
STRESS THEIR  INADEQUACIES!!
  MAKE FUN OF THEIR LAUGHABLE LACK OF MECHANICAL SKILLS…
INSULT THE QUALITY OF THE ROTTEN CARS THEY MAKE AND
DRIVE


(4) When asked by the press what the hell you think you’re doing,
explain to the reporters that they are not well enough educated
to even write a sentence properly. State that their editors,
all of them, are mentally challenged; and the owners are
so insufficient financially, that: “THEY COULDN’T EVEN RUN
A SHOESHINE PARLOR!”
THEN OFFER PROOF OF WHAT YOU SAY!

(5 )  When people scream that you are a racist… Put on a show,
LOOK PERPLEXED, AS IF YOU ARE THINKING ON THE MATTER.
DON’T CLARIFY. DO NOT EXPLAIN…DISAVOW!!
THEN MAKE A STATEMENT THAT IS OBVIOUSLY UNTRUE.

(6) Enjoy a quiet interlude, have cognac for
a few hours… watch cable T.V.
CALL UP A TELEVISION STATION AND INSULT A POPULAR
FEMALE NEWS ANCHOR. TELL HER SHE’S TOO STUPID
TO READ THE NEWS, SAY YOU CAN SEE HER ARTICULATION
SLIPPING!
TELL HER YOU’LL GIVE HER A JOB ANYWAY…
YOU’LL PAY HER PLENTY TO COME  OVER TO YOUR HOTEL
AND MASSAGE YOUR FEET FOR A FEW HOURS…

(5) BE SURE TO INSULT YOUR POLITICAL OPPONENTS.
EVERY CHANCE YOU GET, CALL ONE OF THEM A LIAR!
STRESS THAT YOUR OTHER OPPONENT IS TOO SMALL
OF STATURE TO EVER BE PRESIDENT, AND HIS BRAIN IS
TOO SMALL   TO CONSIDER  BIG ISSUES.

(5) BE SURE TO INSULT YOUR POLITICAL OPPONENTS.
EVERY CHANCE YOU GET, CALL ONE OF THEM A LIAR!
STRESS THAT YOUR OTHER OPPONENT IS TOO SMALL
OF STATURE TO EVER BE PRESIDENT, AND HIS BRAIN IS
TOO SMALL   TO CONSIDER  BIG ISSUES.

Hire extra security and learn to duck quickly

(6) GO BACK TO NUMBER 1
AND REPEAT ALL FIVE STEPS
DAILY.


(C)2016 by W.g. Milne




Wednesday, January 31, 2018

NON-LINEAR WRITING - A POEM, "FLIES."

          flies




         a world of ideas
people thrive among them
        like flies -
        ideas that minute
by minute die their small
deaths
        into a new structure
        that still is
breathless

        hierarchies,
people build them
        to live in
in order not to face their
solitude
        in order not to find
a taste of grace outside
the village gates

        where the sun rises
with deafening steps
         its pace unrelenting
burning into the eye
of the mind
         with no ideas
         no hierarchy
and no time

         burning
and then rise
giving an abundance
easily
         of time and the river,
and the mind.





(C)1980-2018 by W.G. Milne          


       Poetry is more muscular then prose,
or can be.
       How does a poem mean? Not logically,
a poem is not a rational, linear progression
as prose tends to be...
        With certain rare exceptions.
My own work. Henry Miller's prose at times
transcends the linear. There are other 
exceptions.

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

AS I LOOK BACK NOW - MY CHORUS IS A CENTRAL MELODY FOR "LA LA LAND." (C)2017 by W.G. Milne





      I was having a nap in my armchair one evening... and the melody I was awakened to:
I jumped up and said: "HEY, THAT'S MY SONG!" to no one in particular.
    If you listen to the chorus of this song, then listen to one of the central melodies of the movie, "LA LA LAND"... you'll understand that they're using my melody.
     The movie got an Academy Award for it's music.
      So what do I do? I'm not sure yet, but I'd better hire a lawyer on a contingency basis.

     Ho! Ho! We'll see!



Saturday, January 27, 2018

FOREVER AND A DAY - blues song





This is a song I wrote in jail - trying to find my woman
through the telephone, which is not the best instrument
with which to search.

As times goes by, I'll add more of the story to this page.




Lead guitar - Peter Rowland
Rhythm guitar - Bill Milne

(C)1986-2018 by W.G. Milne

ONE PURPOSE OF THE MYSTIC



One purpose of the mystic is to become One
with the Eye of God.

In the universe there is but one Consciousness:
the Consciousness of the One Who Is Creating 
Us.

The human mind, when it is unencumbered,
may partake of this Consciousness.







W.G. Milne

Friday, January 26, 2018

PRIMARY COLOURS




I live in an
old house
and as I peer
through the blinds
I see a red car
the blue ass rolling
of a woman in jeans;
hear the roar of
yellow - a Caterpillar
tractor

I peer through
Venetian blinds
hoping to see
someone alive

a dance, a sign
echoes of a
poet's line
as the sky turns 
indigo
then midnight blue

watching to see
what the day is
whether red,
or yellow 

watching to see
myself perhaps
and passers that pass
and maybe 
catch a glimpse
of you.






(C)2018 by W.G. Milne

Monday, January 15, 2018

THE ENDLESS DARKNESS, THE UNGODLY SILENCE




      "How do you stand it?" Hank asks.

      "How do I stand what?" says Frank.

"The endless darkness, doesn't it get on your nerves? And the ungodly silence!" asks Hank.

"Go out and howl under the iron grey sky in the dark of the endless night, howl under the sky...
and see how quiet it is."
        "That's what I do when it gets too quiet,"
Frank says...

"Jesus, I'm not sure I'm willing to go that far...
  What will the neighbours think?"says Hank.

"Neighbours!" Frank begins to howl with laughter, then he runs across the packed mud floor of the foxhole, throws open the moongate door barefoot... Now he's howling under the outside leaden sky that hides any moon that
ever could  hope to be...He's wearing nothing but shorts. The snow is up to his knees.
       In no time at all several voices join in.
The wolves can't keep from howling, too,
on endless silent interminable nights such as
this...

      "Artie said you did this..." Hank says, "But I never really believed it to be true. I thought he was drinking and joking, telling weird tales... But now here I am sitting in the actuality..."
      "Now I have to believe it. They're all howling now. It makes me want to do something...It makes me want to run!"
       "But there's nowhere to run,sinner man... oh Jesus, I better not start singing that song."
Something has me in it's grip."

      Frank comes back in... descends into the big foxhole. He's panting, more than a little out of breath.
      Hank is silent for a while. 
       

     He says: "I didn't think the wolves were that close."
       "They aren't that close. The Big Weasels keep 'em away.

       






(Wolverines can eat a wolf. And when they're done they piss all over what remains.
Then no one will even think of eating what remains after that).

Saturday, January 13, 2018

THE THUNDER: PERFECT MIND

        


        I keep returning to this marvelous poem,
which is just as divine in it's own way as
the "Song of Songs."
To my mind it is written by the female aspect of the Lord of Hosts.
         If I am wrong in saying this - I am sure I'll be corrected. For the Lord is behind me as I write and His radiance now fills this room,
and His Grace, also, which is the sole provenance of the Lord.
          Don't take me as a run-of-the-mill Jesus freak. My Mind comes from the new Awakening that has been bestowed upon us by the miracle discovery of the Nag Hammadi.
This new and ancient library will change the direction and Consciousness of the Christian world: it has already changed the Christian world. 
        I've been writing about it for 48 years now, and other people have taken up the baton and are showing wherein the differences lie, and what the new Awakening means - that comes like the dawn before the time of morning.
          I hear my phrases being picked up and carried by other teachers, and I am proud of this. For a while I though the whole Nag Hammadi Library was going to be suppressed, as it already was suppressed 2000 years ago.

         Still I keep returning to this divine poem that is transcendent in it's own way. I like to think it was written by Mary, as so much of her Gospel has been destroyed.


"He is the one who begot me before the time
      on a birthday
And he is my offspring in due time
       and my power is from him.
I am the staff of his power in his youth
        and he is the rod of my old age.
And whatever he wills happens to me.
I am the silence that is incomprehensible
        and the idea whose remembrance is frequent.
I am the voice whose sound is manifold
        and the word whose appearance is multiple.
        I am the utterance of my name."


   

       In many ways this poem is incomprehensible, so it is a good vehicle
upon which to deepen one's focus.
       I am touched by the tenderness and humanity of the lines:


"Why, you who hate me, do you love me,
        and you hate those who love me?
You who deny me, confess me..."



"The wind bloweth where it listeth, and you hear the
sound thereof, but cannot tell whence it cometh
and wither it goest: so is every one that is born of the 
Spirit." (John 3:8)





(C) 2018 by W.G. Milne


See also: "THE SECOND COMING OF CHRIST,
                  MOST ANCIENT GOSPEL FOUND ANEW."
                  
                  At:   amazon.com   author:  William Milne
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