ur-sound
I suspect, even without knowing the context, the sound would be deeply unsettling.
via Suzanne Fischer
The Mother Courage of Rock
She was skinny, quick-witted, disarmingly unprofessional, alternating between stand-up patter, bardic intonations, and the hypnotic emotional sway of a chanteuse, and she was sexy in an androgynous way I hadn’t encountered before. The elements cohered convincingly; she seemed both entirely new and somehow long-anticipated. For me at nineteen, the show was an epiphany.
Springtime 1976, I was living in the cinderblock building on the glorified median strip there where they split Highway 13, and one day I went over to this one girl’s apartment, she lived right by the guy who dealt me speed, and she said, “Hey, you know who you remind me of? You remind me of Patti Smith!”
Gave her a possum grin I’m still grinning.
Damar, Mon Amour (out of context)
In context: Starlingo ii.
Damar torn from the flock.
What is Damar? Who is Damar? What is Damar?
What does it feel like to be alive?
Mich Kemeter on the Taft Point in Yosemite, CA is walking unprotected a 30m /99 feet long highline both ways.
(via ★slyoyster)
from the moderated comment spam
All we ever wanted was everything?
I like the discussion set into the sidebar.
I bet everyone would do great if they were
to wear a great Santa Claus Outfit or Costume.
And then get everything for Christmas that
they need! Great work!
from the comments
One day
Xiao Ming another class ….
a sudden “rush”
(fart)
a cry;sitting next to a small U.S.
scolded and said:
Xiao-MingAh ~ if you could not make a noise;
in a haze
seeing isn’t necessary, running is. so say the limbs to the eyes.
screams echo in a haze but there is no body.
from the comments
I wipe with Quilted Northern. A brand whose complete lack of shame about its naked body inspires me. And so I honor it by putting my poop on it.
from the comments
This car is mad crescent fresh, I want this in baby blue with crushed diamonds up in the paint job. I want white leather seats, soft as silk. I want it. I am Johnny Depp flying across the desert at night, trying to get to Vegas and write my story. If I crash the first one I’ll buy another one, hell I might have two laying ar ound just in case I want to try and drive both at once like an old timey chariot race. One will be retrofitted for English driving practices, then I will stand, one foot on each of the doors, and drive two cars at once. Fly on, my blue steeds.
Offer 5 Fish — Asbury
Posted to the Dubuque Freecycle group Tue Aug 9, 2011 7:28 pm (PDT):
Freshwater. Don’t eat much.
1 very large pscosamis 6″
1 white algae eater
1 Dinosaur Bircher
2 unknown middle swimmersMust take all.
Asbury
Andy
A New Favorite–Adam Robinson
Okay I found this guy’s book of poems– Adam Robison and Other Poems poems by Adam Robinson– in Marfa (no, I didn’t get the spelling wrong here) and as Cindy will tell you, I have not yet stopped laughing about things found in it. Here’s one with a sound that kills me:
Steve Reich Hears a Pentecostal Preacher
it’s gonna rain hew
it’s gonna rain hew
it’s gonna rain hew
it’s gonna rain hew
it’s gon rain hew
it’s gon rain hew
it’s gon rain hew
it’s gon rain hew
it’s gon fwip
hitsit’s gon fwip
hitsit’s gon fwip
it’s gon fwip
it’s gon hitsfwip
it’s it’s heep
if heep it’s heep
if heep it’s rain
heeit’s rain heeit’s rain
rain h rain h rain h raib
sgon! ifraib sgon! ifraig sgon!
raigsgon sgon sgon rai
sgon r sgon ra sgon r sgon rai
it’s g fwip
it’s g fwip
ifsy g fwip
he rain
he rain fwip
herain
herain
Not all of the poems are like this one, but risk abounds throughout. He’s a person who realizes that sometimes the only way to make a poem is to kick the shit out of it, and then sort of prop it up there and step away.
OFFER: Mannequins (Galena)
Posted to Dubuque Freecycle group Wed Jul 27, 2011 6:22 am (PDT)
Several mannequins, one female, several male. All somewhat modern in style.
Update posted Wed Jul 27, 2011 7:35 am (PDT):
TAKEN: 2 Mannequins (1 1/2 still left)
The female and one of the male mannequins have been picked up. I have one full male and a male torso left. Thanks.
from the comments
There’s more character in my freezer than in my fridge.
from the comments
I wrote a poem once called “The Church Camp Kids Dry Hump the Summer to Bits.” Doesn’t really matter what the poem said.
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Why You Should Watch Filth
I know I’m like a cheerleader for John Waters here on clusterflock, but I really do love the man and I love the way his mind works and what he says. This is one of a series.
I always wanted a brother, and I wish John Waters had been my big brother.
(Thanks to Juanito for tipping me to this.)
“I want to eat all the tacos. / Tacos will never taste good again.”
Break-Up Poems: The End of Love, in Food.
Marcella Riordan reads the Molly Bloom soliloquy
In honor of Bloomsday yesterday Tim Carmody pointed to this beautiful reading of the Molly Bloom soliloquy at the end of Joyce’s Ulysses.
Josh Rothman says:
In my opinion, the best audio recording of Molly’s soliloquy appears in the Naxos audiobook of the novel; it’s read perfectly by the Irish actress Marcella Riordan. As it happens, you can listen to the last few minutes of her performance on YouTube. Molly thinks about nature and God, recalls her childhood in Gibralter (she’s half Spanish), and relives the moment she accepted her husband’s proposal of marriage.
almost from the spam
Dammit, I just deleted a spam that said something like, “I need some ideas for a blog. I already do poems and statistics, but I want something more.”
it looks like the wind caused the tree to split as easily as a banana
A tree that predated Columbus fell outside a senior center in a wind storm in Lancaster Ohio.
People at the senior center who carve statues and toys will be given first dibs on the wood.
A wonderful Jack Gilbert poem
I found this while Cindy and I were searching for various Japanese words related to kinds of beauty. This poem seems to be an illustration of the language we were swimming in this morning.
dream name
Austin Derwatt.
tweet of the day
tweet of the day
Computer Gossip
A computer generated poem ‘Nonchurchgoing’, made from only human gossip the structure of human gossip.
It all started when Genevieve, Kenda and Michelina arrived. Don’t tell Jacquelin I said this, but Tamekia and Tina were nonchurchgoing with reckless abandon. According to Renaldo, Claribel and Inell were unwilling with Scottie. From start to finish, it was bizarre but not really amazing.
Totally.
