Rolling the dice

2012-01-08T00:55:00.000-05:00

new year new gear

2012-01-06T22:38:00.001-05:00

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2012-01-03T03:33:00.000-05:00

THE FAINT- d. cooper

2012-01-02T12:46:00.002-05:00

for Paul Otchakovsky-Laurens

This is an immaterial poem about a ghost,
name of Dennis. I appear less important
to those few among you who knew me
when I was composed more realistically.

Once my empty sockets seemed like evil
eyes to you, and you had no idea their
trick wasn’t great art. Now I barely exist,
but train your sights on this nevertheless.

It’s past your bedtime. I’ve painted myself
into a corner. A ghost has been sketched
here haphazardly. I’m still myself but inspire
no illusions no matter how I’m executed.

To believe in a ghost was small potatoes.
next to the fear in your eyes. I scared you.
All I was is this marked up white sheet, so
I ask you again. Read into my black holes.

DEAD FINGERS TALK

2012-01-02T10:55:00.004-05:00

what would I do without this world faceless incurious
where to be lasts but an instant where every instant
spills in the void the ignorance of having been
without this wave where in the end
body and shadow together are engulfed
what would I do without this silence where the murmurs die
the pantings the frenzies towards succour towards love
without this sky that soars
above its ballast dust
what would I do what I did yesterday and the day before
peering out of my deadlight looking for another
wandering like me eddying far from all the living
in a convulsive space
among the voices voiceless
that throng my hiddenness
Translated by Beckett himself (Samuel Beckett, Collected poems... Ibid.). That's pretty rare to have a bilingual poet... Let's make the most of it...

minnie the moocher

2011-12-30T02:21:00.001-05:00

oh nina please believe me !

2011-12-26T00:06:00.000-05:00

"Like, I'm reeealy diggin on dis chit mang..."

2011-12-24T03:59:00.003-05:00

http://www.thecramps.eu/trash-is-neat/tin-03-mp3/Disc1/102-Thee%20Bellevettes-Faster%20Pussycat.mp3

But I was different

2011-11-26T19:28:00.002-05:00

"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."

i think ive met you before

2011-11-09T01:14:00.000-05:00

W.B. Yeats

2011-10-28T01:02:00.001-04:00

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.

We Woke UP Hugging

2011-10-25T22:37:00.001-04:00

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."

branches and trees soda machines

2011-10-18T09:51:00.000-04:00

today

2011-10-18T09:47:00.004-04:00

do you girls smoke and drink? asked shiva - creepin in mcdonalds again

2011-10-10T02:47:00.001-04:00

I am the bubble make me the sea

2011-10-10T01:32:00.001-04:00

circle one circle two

2011-10-08T23:50:00.002-04:00

midi maxi and efti

2011-09-22T01:01:00.001-04:00

youve got me doing funny things like a clown !

2011-09-17T00:13:00.001-04:00

the babes

2011-09-02T22:30:00.002-04:00

i want to know where you are at all times - ( lie)s? or ( truth)s

2011-08-28T17:58:00.001-04:00

IM BECOMING A BLOG SLOG !!

2011-08-28T17:49:00.002-04:00

http://gnuoyyentihw.com/images/soccer1.mov

...

2011-08-28T13:46:00.001-04:00

where to go

2011-08-27T20:19:00.000-04:00

the thrill is gone??

2011-08-25T14:21:00.000-04:00

expedicion

2011-08-25T14:05:00.002-04:00

2011-08-23T22:43:00.003-04:00

2011-08-20T01:16:00.001-04:00

Rain comes down easy

2011-08-14T19:47:00.002-04:00

Miss you flor

2011-08-14T19:17:00.000-04:00

Lower East Side from Django's Ghost on Vimeo.

the originals

2011-08-11T11:50:00.001-04:00

i dont want to be the one saying these things

2011-08-11T11:44:00.003-04:00

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

cave girl

2011-08-09T07:24:00.002-04:00

LIFE IS GREAT

2011-08-03T23:13:00.000-04:00

maybe we should terminate our cyber relationship .delete. delete. warning warning - spell check - space bar - @ are you human or are you a computer

2011-08-01T00:52:00.004-04:00

the awful truth (1937)

2011-07-31T23:54:00.004-04:00

sick of the nikes sick of the kool-aid

2011-07-10T22:57:00.000-04:00

ESSENTIAL THINGS -

2011-07-08T20:30:00.001-04:00

Burry Man

2011-07-05T22:38:00.005-04:00

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Burryman

LOOK INTO MY EYES

2011-07-04T22:16:00.001-04:00

GUITAR JETTY

2011-07-04T22:14:00.001-04:00

GOOD GOD

2011-07-04T22:10:00.002-04:00

oh no!

2011-06-29T00:22:00.002-04:00

big fat voodooo

2011-06-28T23:44:00.000-04:00

knife for flo

2011-06-28T23:42:00.001-04:00

The Emperor of Ice-Cream

2011-06-25T01:34:00.001-04:00

Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
-- Wallace Stevens

out with the old in with the new

2011-06-24T21:04:00.000-04:00

You will destroy your obstacles. The result is sucess.

2011-06-24T21:02:00.001-04:00

She ruined the modern woman for me

2011-06-24T16:03:00.004-04:00

Uh, do you like come here often, huh huh. I said "come." - beavis and butthead

2011-06-22T07:56:00.003-04:00

ITS TOO LATE TO BE GRATEFUL

2011-06-14T22:53:00.002-04:00

i am trying to....

2011-06-14T02:49:00.001-04:00

going on a week residency in maine

2011-06-12T12:42:00.003-04:00

waiting for the storm

2011-06-08T17:19:00.000-04:00

NOLI ME TANGERES

2011-06-08T12:04:00.002-04:00

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

into the black and out of the blue

2011-06-06T23:38:00.000-04:00

"dennis hopper is/was a wierdo"

its been two years since we went to the movies for your birthday

2011-06-06T00:32:00.001-04:00

2011-05-19T00:56:00.003-04:00

skip to 2:24

be reasonable demand the impossible

2011-05-05T22:13:00.004-04:00

I want to be left alone. I want to sit in the grass. I want to ride my horse. I want to lay a woman naked in the grass on the mountainside. I want to think. I want to pray. I want to sleep. I want to look at the stars. I want what I want. I want to get and prepare my own food, with my own hands, and live that way. I want to roll my own. I want to smoke some dear meat and pack it in my saddlebag, and go away over the bluff. I want to read books. I want to write books. I’ll write books in the woods. Thoreau was was right; Jesus was right. It’s all wrong and I denounce it and it can all go to hell. I don’t believe in this society, but I believe in man, like Mann. So roll your own bones, I say.
Jack Kerouac in a letter to Allen Ginsberg (June 10th, 1949) (via human-voices)
(via human-voices)

2011-04-22T19:41:00.001-04:00

Temptation

Call yourself alive? Look, I promise you
that for the first time you’ll feel your pores opening
like fish mouths, and you’ll actually be able to hear
your blood surging though all those lanes,
and you’ll feel light gliding across the cornea
like the train of a dress. For the first time
you’ll be aware of gravity
like a thorn in your heel,
and your shoulder blades will ache for want of wings.
Call yourself alive? I promise you
you’ll be deafened by dust falling on the furniture,
you’ll feel your eyebrows turning into two gashes,
and every memory you have – will begin
a Genesis.

-Nina Cassian

big nuthin'

2011-04-22T14:01:00.000-04:00

everything is great today

2011-04-22T12:24:00.001-04:00

Ted Berrigan
Words for Love
for Sandy

Winter crisp and the brittleness of snow
as like make me tired as not. I go my
myriad way blundering, bombastic, dragged
by a self that can never be still, pushed
by my surging blood, my reasoning mind.

I am in love with poetry. Every way I turn
this, my weakness, smites me. A glass
of chocolate milk, head of lettuce, dark-
ness of clouds at one o’clock obsess me.
I weep for all of these or laugh.

By day I sleep, an obscurantist, lost
in dreams of lists, compiled by my self
for reassurance. Jackson Pollock René
Rilke Benedict Arnold I watch
my psyche, smile, dream wet dreams, and sigh.

At night, awake, high on poems, or pills
or simple awe that loveliness exists, my lists
flow differently. Of words bright red
and black, and blue. Bosky. Oubliette. Dis-
severed. And O, alas

Time disturbs me. Always minute detail
fills me up. It is 12:10 in New York. In Houston
it is 2 p.m. It is time to steal books. It’s
time to go mad. It is the day of the apocalypse
the year of parrot fever! What am I saying?

Only this. My poems do contain
wilde beestes. I write for my Lady
of the Lake. My god is immense, and lonely
but uncowed. I trust my sanity, and I am proud. If
I sometimes grow weary, and seem still, nevertheless

my heart still loves, will break.

He bought me a soda and he tried to molest me in the parking lot

2011-04-21T19:49:00.008-04:00

The days are lit like everyone
Yep, yep yep YEP!

Our love is rice and beans and horses lard
grilled coconut kale

things i found on someones elses computer

2011-04-13T19:40:00.007-04:00

Things I found in the snow this winter

2011-04-04T23:32:00.002-04:00

mrs.macho comes in second

2011-03-23T01:05:00.000-04:00

She’d eat garbage, eat shit, get stoned / I stay alone, eat health food at home

2011-03-22T14:44:00.003-04:00

its been one week since you've looked at me

2011-03-20T20:55:00.002-04:00

2011-03-17T22:17:00.004-04:00

but who is she?

2011-03-07T23:17:00.000-05:00

2011-03-07T18:57:00.002-05:00

its been a 5 days since i last saw you nina

2011-02-19T00:50:00.001-05:00

Whiter Shade of Pale

2011-02-13T18:58:00.003-05:00

We skipped the light fandango
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
but the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
the waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale

She said, 'There is no reason
and the truth is plain to see.'
But I wandered through my playing cards
and would not let her be
one of sixteen vestal virgins
who were leaving for the coast
and although my eyes were open
they might have just as well've been closed

She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,'
though in truth we were at sea
so I took her by the looking glass
and forced her to agree
saying, 'You must be the mermaid
who took Neptune for a ride.'
But she smiled at me so sadly
that my anger straightway died

If music be the food of love
then laughter is its queen
and likewise if behind is in front
then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
and attacked the ocean bed

"Reid got the title and the starting point for the song at a party. He overheard someone at the party saying to a woman, "You've turned a whiter shade of pale," and the phrase stuck in his mind.[6][7] The original lyrics had four verses, of which only two are heard on the original recording. The third verse has been heard in live performances by Procol Harum, and more seldom also the fourth.[8] The author of Procol Harum: beyond the pale, Claes Johansen, suggests that the song "deals in metaphorical form with a male/female relationship which after some negotiation ends in a sexual act."[7] This is supported by Tim de Lisle in Lives of the Great Songs, who remarks that the lyrics concern a drunken seduction, which is described through references to sex as a form of travel, usually nautical, using mythical and literary journeys.[9] Other observers have also commented that the lyrics concern a sexual relationship.[6]

The phrase a whiter shade of pale has since gained widespread use in the English language, noticed by several dictionaries.[10][11][12] As such, the phrase is today often used in contexts independent of any consideration of the song. (See [13] for many annotated examples complete with links to original sources.) It has also been heavily paraphrased, in forms like an Xer shade of Y--this to the extent that it has been recognised[14][15] as a snowclone - a type of cliché and phrasal template."http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Whiter_Shade_of_Pale

http://www.awsop-versions.com/indicea.htm
http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=1131

I went on a date and my friends came

2011-02-06T01:43:00.002-05:00

For nina

2011-01-25T16:28:00.000-05:00

circles inside other circles

2011-01-19T20:14:00.002-05:00

2011-01-08T22:52:00.003-05:00

ashish avikunthak

2010-12-27T21:12:00.000-05:00

waiting

2010-12-22T16:00:00.001-05:00

a lump of vaseline in my latte and a leech in my shower in reyjavik

2010-12-22T14:49:00.005-05:00

I danced myself right out of the room

2010-12-22T13:33:00.006-05:00

jhixdshiufbike

2010-12-17T19:09:00.000-05:00

im thinking about making some art-

2010-12-14T14:07:00.003-05:00

(its a polar bear -)

2010-12-14T14:05:00.000-05:00

New York's all right if you like saxophones

2010-12-11T23:43:00.002-05:00

Favorite Pere Ubu Album Names
New Picnic Time (1979)
The Art of Walking (1980)
390° of Simulated Stereo (1981)
The Tenement Year (1988)
One Man Drives While the Other Man Screams (1989)
Story of My Life (1993)
B Each B Oys See Dee Plus (1996)
Why I Hate Women (2006)

David Thomas (the singer) also had a solo band called Two Pale Boys

"Somewhere along the line I wrote a song that had birds in it. And then by pure coincidence, another. Some critic asked, "Why all these songs about birds?" And I said to myself, "You think that's a lot of songs about birds?!? I'll show you a lot of songs about birds!" So, for a while, I stuck birds in everywhere I could."

good time - future time

2010-12-09T00:09:00.000-05:00

SUICIDE IS A PERMANENT SOLUTION TO A TEMPORARY PROBLEM.

2010-12-08T22:59:00.003-05:00

mid morning magic

2010-12-08T10:51:00.002-05:00

futuristic

2010-12-08T10:45:00.000-05:00

look into my eyes

2010-12-02T17:43:00.002-05:00

" a graphic designer wearing a handmade sweater is drinking a fruity coctail with some friends on a terrace of an "ethnic" cafe. theyre chatty and cordial, they joke around a bit , they make sure not to be too loud or too quiet, they smile at each other, a little blissfully : we are so civilized."- the invisible commitee/ the coming insurrection

im done with talking

2010-12-01T19:53:00.000-05:00

im outta here

2010-11-21T21:15:00.002-05:00

I've got the spirit, loose the feeling,take the shock away.

2010-11-21T21:10:00.001-05:00

Shelf Life

2010-11-18T22:05:00.004-05:00

This Magic Moment
so different and so new
was unlike any other
until I met you
AND then it happened
it took me by surprise
i knew that you felt it too
i could see it by the look in your eyes

interlude

2010-11-16T12:33:00.001-05:00

baby i got some words for you

2010-11-10T23:40:00.000-05:00

Making history over here

2010-11-10T18:43:00.001-05:00

like the sardine can earrings

2010-11-08T22:32:00.005-05:00

"This was made as a documentry short film exam of Polanski when he was a student in Lodz. the party is real, and Polanski invited the gang, knowing that they will interere and destroy the party, making him good subject for the film. After that, many were angry with him, but I don't think he cared too much..." nmrkg on youtube

extreme softness

2010-11-07T13:57:00.000-05:00

leave demi l. alone!! charlie sheen is awesome

2010-11-07T11:06:00.002-05:00

“Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof & instant coffee, to unemployment insurance & library cards, to absinthe & good-hearted landlords, to music & warm bodies & contraceptives… & to the ‘good life’, whatever it is & wherever it happens to be.” - Hunter S. Thompson