Perhaps it is just the guilt of someone that is being taught life
lessons that they are unable to grasp, still.
but oh thank you velvet underground.
Friday, December 17, 2010
A surprising number of human beings are without purpose, though it is probable that they are performing some function unknown to themselves. - Picnic at Hanging Rock
see:
ashley by the dodos
for emma by bon iver
emily by john cale
suzanne by leonard cohen
Thursday, December 16, 2010
i am a lone wolf.
same as it ever was.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
I find it difficult to reach a froth anymore.
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We Real Cool - Gwendolyn Brooks
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
*******I love that poem. I am pretty sure it has saved my sanity on several separate occasions.
see Shift (Circlesquare Remix) - Grizzly Bear
Thursday, December 09, 2010
Alive and watching Chevy Chase movies.
Tuesday, October 05, 2010
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
oh, for heaven's sake.
Thursday, February 04, 2010
i will sleep when i am dead... or when i run out of things that amuse me
stay with me - spiritualized little kids - deerhunter itchycoo Park - the small faces rabbit dog needs food right away - deerhoof its coming down - cake
"No, sweetie. Maybe she is right. Maybe this IS fabulous." - Absolutely Fabulous
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
The snow leaves me cold as the evening dissipates every room, empty air long pieces of time consumed by the deadening thrust of the television its easy to ignore the wicked past and so far that's the only plan I have.
I have been angrily anthropomorphizing objects in my way, doing violence to them with a furious energy usually reserved for snide & unfeeling people.
see left & right of the moon - the warlocks for emma - bon iver