I play old time fiddle and write poetry. I study history and literature. I work in IT. Here is a bunch of random stuff that I find enjoyable.Tumblr (3.0; @theendlessfields)http://endlessfields.com/<img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzt6wdYv2I1qegedlo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>Gray fox.</p>http://endlessfields.com/post/18081256482http://endlessfields.com/post/18081256482Wed, 22 Feb 2012 14:17:00 -0500gray fox<img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzs8uxtRu21r7hi7zo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://endlessfields.com/post/18072228218http://endlessfields.com/post/18072228218Wed, 22 Feb 2012 10:36:30 -0500<p>That old silo<br/>left standing <br/>in the middle<br/>of the field.<br/><br/>Does it feel<br/>the cold air<br/>down to its<br/>crumbling?<br/><br/>I imagine it.<br/>An iron plow<br/>or a hand…<br/>A dry well.<br/><br/>Not like her.<br/>All flour &<br/>prayers. All<br/>crow’s feet.<br/><br/>Even faded<br/>stones left.<br/>I can hear<br/>the songs.</p> <p>-J.A. Stump</p>http://endlessfields.com/post/18023341222http://endlessfields.com/post/18023341222Tue, 21 Feb 2012 15:09:38 -0500poetryjastump<img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxg7jmIbEj1qft5vfo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://endlessfields.com/post/17672745195http://endlessfields.com/post/17672745195Wed, 15 Feb 2012 16:34:44 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lylndaFtG81r5suo5o1_400.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://girlmeetsbanjo.tumblr.com/post/16751195869/a-beard-that-is-growing-a-banjo-a-fiddle-and-a" target="_blank">girlmeetsbanjo</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>a beard that is growing a banjo, a fiddle and a bottle of moonshine. in a field. with a barn. </p> <p>men: can you make your beard do this? if so, please call me. we need to talk.</p> </blockquote> <p>I own this piece.  My friend <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/sadlyharmless" target="_blank">Sally</a> made it.  And yes, my beard can do that.</p>http://endlessfields.com/post/17658996794http://endlessfields.com/post/17658996794Wed, 15 Feb 2012 10:39:00 -0500art<p>She sat still<br/>like a cloud<br/>seatbelted<br/>rocking chair<br/>delirium<br/>Forked hand<br/>ruler marked<br/>white scarf<br/>her classroom<br/>She called<br/>his name<br/>it was not<br/>the sun<br/>it was<br/>memory.</p>http://endlessfields.com/post/17620630144http://endlessfields.com/post/17620630144Tue, 14 Feb 2012 16:30:03 -0500poetryjastump<p>My brother is a box of broken toys.<br/>Not his toys, my toys – not toys at all,<br/>But a collection of wrecked memories,<br/>Forlorn in a box next to old bicycles.<br/><br/>His footprints fill our father’s,<br/>Heavy, slim and always striding.<br/>Mine are wider, light… barely<br/>Headed in the other direction.<br/><br/>An Osage Orange rooted in his head,<br/>Gnarled branches that eat blades.<br/>Dry leaves covering the ground<br/>And an empty bottle of Xanax.<br/><br/>We had some pints that night,<br/>Two Hearted for me, Coors Lite for him.<br/>The din of the pub rang in our ears<br/>Like “Oh Suzanna” on a million banjos.<br/><br/>We both smile more with our eyes<br/>Than we’ll ever bother to admit.<br/>It was something Dad gave us,<br/>To go with the shotguns, the taxidermy.<br/><br/>There are other similarities of course,<br/>Our beards – a testimony to tradition<br/>Mine full of creatures and books,<br/>His like a bean field in September.<br/><br/>No matter how tall that tree grows.<br/>He will always be the younger.<br/>The wood might be strong,<br/>Yet those leaves still die every year.<br/><br/>And when the old barn loses,<br/>Leaving its beams and splinters,<br/>That patch of land will remain<br/>And the soil will witness everything.<br/><br/>I’ve always loved the smell of burning leaves.</p> <p>-J.A. Stump</p>http://endlessfields.com/post/17519263060http://endlessfields.com/post/17519263060Sun, 12 Feb 2012 18:48:15 -0500poetryjastump<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz8pu0Qj161qegedlo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>Whitman.</p>http://endlessfields.com/post/17434686595http://endlessfields.com/post/17434686595Sat, 11 Feb 2012 12:56:24 -0500<img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz4te22M8v1qegedlo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>“I can’t see anything that I don’t like about you. “</p> <p>“But you will! But you will. You know, you will think of things. And I’ll get bored with you and feel trapped because that’s what happens with me.”</p>http://endlessfields.com/post/17319585541http://endlessfields.com/post/17319585541Thu, 09 Feb 2012 10:22:50 -0500<img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz2y35S6Wd1qegedlo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>Steampunk R2?  Yes please.</p>http://endlessfields.com/post/17264995554http://endlessfields.com/post/17264995554Wed, 08 Feb 2012 10:09:05 -0500<img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyvta0cFAV1qegedlo1_400.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>“I have a competition in me. I want no one else to succeed. I hate most people.” -Daniel Plainview</p>http://endlessfields.com/post/17041725183http://endlessfields.com/post/17041725183Sat, 04 Feb 2012 13:42:00 -0500<img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lytszyKLPf1qegedlo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>“The Leake County Revelers were Mississippi band consisting of Will Gilmer on fiddle(born in 1895, in Sebastopol, Mississippi), Dallas Jones on guitar and most lead vocals, R.O.Moseley on banjo-mandolin, and Jim Wolverton on banjo. Many of their tunes were played in a slow, easy gait which set them apart from the  many breakdown fiddlers. They recorded 44 selections for Columbia between 1927 and 1930 and were very popular during this time, selling many records.”</p>http://endlessfields.com/post/16978888013http://endlessfields.com/post/16978888013Fri, 03 Feb 2012 11:40:46 -0500musicians<p>He sat alone<br/>against a maple,<br/>while the colossal<br/>whirled above.<br/><br/>The winds argued,<br/>through broken branches,<br/>above all else,<br/>about her whispers.<br/><br/>A reflection loomed,<br/>deeper than him,<br/>forged hunger<br/>forgotten with age.<br/><br/>His words failed,<br/>grating the hushed<br/>murmuring wild…<br/>mattered little to them.<br/><br/>His feet cracked,<br/>allowed the dirt<br/>to confess love,<br/>to begin again.</p> <p>-J.A. Stump</p>http://endlessfields.com/post/16868286140http://endlessfields.com/post/16868286140Wed, 01 Feb 2012 11:51:45 -0500poetryjastump<img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyq3g9yQzr1qdwxcqo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://hellhoundonmytrail.tumblr.com/post/16867740127/dock-boggs-pioneers-of-country-music-trading" target="_blank">hellhoundonmytrail</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><strong>“Dock” Boggs</strong><br/><strong>“Pioneers Of Country Music Trading Cards” by Robert Crumb</strong></p> </blockquote>http://endlessfields.com/post/16868002092http://endlessfields.com/post/16868002092Wed, 01 Feb 2012 11:43:41 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw4ivqgUaY1r2puzbo1_500.png"/><br/><br/><p>The good things.</p>http://endlessfields.com/post/16552825595http://endlessfields.com/post/16552825595Thu, 26 Jan 2012 20:29:17 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyc912eIWt1rnav7ro1_500.jpg"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyc912eIWt1rnav7ro2_500.jpg"/><br/> <br/><p>this.</p>http://endlessfields.com/post/16523895849http://endlessfields.com/post/16523895849Thu, 26 Jan 2012 11:03:35 -0500<iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cmSeIh1E6sA?wmode=transparent&autohide=1&egm=0&hd=1&iv_load_policy=3&modestbranding=1&rel=0&showinfo=0&showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br/><br/><p>Rich Hartness - Hunt The Wild Horses</p>http://endlessfields.com/post/16469500492http://endlessfields.com/post/16469500492Wed, 25 Jan 2012 12:10:46 -0500music<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lttawdz2Gg1r49ti8o1_500.jpg"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lttawdz2Gg1r49ti8o2_500.jpg"/><br/> <br/><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://resodan.tumblr.com/post/16447127349/ajournalofimpossiblethings-saathi1013" target="_blank">resodan</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://ajournalofimpossiblethings.tumblr.com/post/16415764472" target="_blank">ajournalofimpossiblethings</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://saathi1013.tumblr.com/post/16414605243/theuniversenextdoor-its-possible-to-be" target="_blank">saathi1013</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://theuniversenextdoor.tumblr.com/post/15099114089/its-possible-to-be-physically-attracted-to-a" target="_blank">theuniversenextdoor</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><span> </span><span id="post_tags_wrapper_15099042715"><span class="tags " id="post_tags_15099042715"><a href="http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/it%27s-possible-to-be-physically-attracted-to-a-library-right" target="_blank">#it’s possible to be physically attracted to a library right</a></span></span></p> </blockquote> <p>Ohhhh <em>yeah </em>it is.</p> </blockquote> <p>More library porn. I’m not joking even a little bit; I would happily spend the rest of my life here.</p> </blockquote> <p>8| Holy crap!</p> </blockquote>http://endlessfields.com/post/16463453300http://endlessfields.com/post/16463453300Wed, 25 Jan 2012 08:57:44 -0500<iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/j9JIO25AXdU?wmode=transparent&autohide=1&egm=0&hd=1&iv_load_policy=3&modestbranding=1&rel=0&showinfo=0&showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br/><br/><p>Caleb Klauder & Reeb Willms - Rose Connelly</p>http://endlessfields.com/post/16413125036http://endlessfields.com/post/16413125036Tue, 24 Jan 2012 12:28:08 -0500music<p>Those soldiers of old, sepia<br/>    despite the light,<br/>armed with hammer and sickle.<br/><br/>Mechanical creatures, all<br/>    rickety and roaring.<br/>The pounding of smoke rising.<br/><br/>The graveyard of wood, green<br/>    seas of sustain.<br/>Mists on the morning hang idly<br/><br/>Endlessly waving, as if<br/>    to say hello or farewell.<br/>Cawing, a kind calling, for them.</p> <p>-J.A. Stump</p>http://endlessfields.com/post/16306947154http://endlessfields.com/post/16306947154Sun, 22 Jan 2012 15:38:29 -0500poetryjastump