Friday, December 30, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
"Like, I'm reeealy diggin on dis chit mang..."
http://www.thecramps.eu/trash-is-neat/tin-03-mp3/Disc1/102-Thee%20Bellevettes-Faster%20Pussycat.mp3
Saturday, November 26, 2011
But I was different
"A mythical Japanese political psych-noise pioneers Les
Rallizes Denudes, the ultimate revolutionary cult band whose bass
player was a member of the Japanese Red Army "terrorist group" and part
of the faction that hijacked a plane with samurai swords and GOT AWAY
WITH IT, achieving refugee status in Commie North Korea, thus sending
the unsuspecting guitarist, leader, auteur and songwriter Takashi
Mizutani into a paranoiac downward spiral and eventually into hiding,
wherefrom he would emerge every half-decade to demolish adoring crowds
with sheets of noise, feedback and naive songcraft."
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
W.B. Yeats
The Circus Animals' Desertion
I sought a theme and sought for it in vain,
I sought it daily for six weeks or so.
Maybe at last, being but a broken man,
I must be satisfied with my heart, although
Winter and summer till old age began
My circus animals were all on show,
Those stilted boys, that burnished chariot,
Lion and woman and the Lord knows what.
II
What can I but enumerate old themes,
First that sea-rider Oisin led by the nose
Through three enchanted islands, allegorical dreams,
Vain gaiety, vain battle, vain repose,
Themes of the embittered heart, or so it seems,
That might adorn old songs or courtly shows;
But what cared I that set him on to ride,
I, starved for the bosom of his faery bride.
And then a counter-truth filled out its play,
'The Countess Cathleen' was the name I gave it;
She, pity-crazed, had given her soul away,
But masterful Heaven had intervened to save it.
I thought my dear must her own soul destroy
So did fanaticism and hate enslave it,
And this brought forth a dream and soon enough
This dream itself had all my thought and love.
And when the Fool and Blind Man stole the bread
Cuchulain fought the ungovernable sea;
Heart-mysteries there, and yet when all is said
It was the dream itself enchanted me:
Character isolated by a deed
To engross the present and dominate memory.
Players and painted stage took all my love,
And not those things that they were emblems of.
III
Those masterful images because complete
Grew in pure mind, but out of what began?
A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street,
Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can,
Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut
Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone,
I must lie down where all the ladders start
In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.
I sought a theme and sought for it in vain,
I sought it daily for six weeks or so.
Maybe at last, being but a broken man,
I must be satisfied with my heart, although
Winter and summer till old age began
My circus animals were all on show,
Those stilted boys, that burnished chariot,
Lion and woman and the Lord knows what.
II
What can I but enumerate old themes,
First that sea-rider Oisin led by the nose
Through three enchanted islands, allegorical dreams,
Vain gaiety, vain battle, vain repose,
Themes of the embittered heart, or so it seems,
That might adorn old songs or courtly shows;
But what cared I that set him on to ride,
I, starved for the bosom of his faery bride.
And then a counter-truth filled out its play,
'The Countess Cathleen' was the name I gave it;
She, pity-crazed, had given her soul away,
But masterful Heaven had intervened to save it.
I thought my dear must her own soul destroy
So did fanaticism and hate enslave it,
And this brought forth a dream and soon enough
This dream itself had all my thought and love.
And when the Fool and Blind Man stole the bread
Cuchulain fought the ungovernable sea;
Heart-mysteries there, and yet when all is said
It was the dream itself enchanted me:
Character isolated by a deed
To engross the present and dominate memory.
Players and painted stage took all my love,
And not those things that they were emblems of.
III
Those masterful images because complete
Grew in pure mind, but out of what began?
A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street,
Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can,
Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut
Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone,
I must lie down where all the ladders start
In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
We Woke UP Hugging
My dad told me "we had a squirrel come into our room last night and it woke us up. ran over mom's face! We slept in your room with the door closed."
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
i dont want to be the one saying these things
people:
-wishing they were in LA
or in nashville
-from ohio that get happy when it snows
-finding it impossible to shake of the sand after a day at the beach
-walking around casinos and malls
-smoking and quitting
-making mistakes and forgetting about them
-trying to call people
and thinking of you
also thinking about getting into a strange cars
-eating hamburgers
-that care and that don't
always disappearing
not remembering their dreams
and
looking at tissues after they blow their nose
-dancing alone
-falling asleep in front of the tv
while
children find some crayons and draw on the wall
-being monotonous
beautiful people falling asleep with their mouths open
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
Sunday, July 31, 2011
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