Modesty

He tucked a crucifixion and a castration deep with in the 956 pages.
Both merely inferred and veiled within a shroud of language so if one were to skim they'd miss them completely

Mr. Waits

Q: What are some sounds you like?

A:

1. An asymmetrical airline carousel created a high pitched haunted voice brought on by the friction of rubbing and it sounded like a big wet finger circling the rim of a gigantic wine glass.

2. Street corner evangelists

3. Pile drivers in Manhattan

4. My wife’s singing voice

5. Horses coming/trains coming

6. Children when school’s out

7. Hungry crows

8. Orchestra tuning up

9. Saloon pianos in old westerns

10. Rollercoaster

11. Headlights hit by a shotgun

12. Ice melting

13. Printing presses

14. Ball game on a transistor radio

15. Piano lessons coming from an apartment window

16. Old cash registers/Ca Ching

17. Muscle cars

18. Tap dancers

19. Soccer crowds in Argentina

20. Beatboxing

21. Fog horns

22. A busy restaurant kitchen

23. Newsrooms in old movies

24. Elephants stampeding

25. Bacon frying

26. Marching bands

27. Clarinet lessons

28. Victrola

29. A fight bell

30. Chinese arguments

31. Pinball machines

32. Children’s orchestras

33. Trolley bell

34. Firecrackers

35. A Zippo lighter

36. Calliopes

37. Bass steel drums

38. Tractors

39. Stroh Violin

40. Muted trumpet

41. Tobacco Auctioneers

42. Musical Saw

43. Theremin

44. Pigeons

45. Seagulls

46. Owls

47. Mockingbirds

48. Doves

The world’s making music all the time.

No Abreactions.

Saw "Moon" today on the cheap after some free pool and $2 wells. Mooey Bee-en outing. Loved the flick, though I read a spoiler that would have made me love it more had I not.

*SPOILER ALERT*

Gerty provides HAL 9000 some redemption. Or at least makes up for his callous ways. Spacey does a perfect job and it's kinda nice you didn't have to look at him. Good soundtrack. Great story. Knowing Duncan Jones is Bowie's son makes one wonder about the influence of Space Oddity.

*END SPOILER ALERT*

Watching Le Samourai now.

Bagel, Fettuccine and Pesto, Homemade French Dip, V & T, Peanut Butter filled Pretzels, Crackers and Hummus, Shaw Cab Sav.


200 pages or so of The Recognitions re-read left. The temperatures are cooling.

93.9999943%

According to Harper's 94% of all blogs have not been updated in the last four months. I'm here to make it 93.9999943%

Piston and Shaft

Now that I can pretty much think of a song and have it in my grasp in seconds the novelty has worn off. Don't get me wrong I will still download the shit out of the internet but I think I can afford a record or two every pay period. Fuck CDs though, what's the point? I was looking for the Times New Viking record I checked out from the library, it was awesome and I wanted to give them my $. Unfortunatly I couldn't find it.

Today I got Porcelain Entertainments by Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 (just did a quick search and people are charging $30 for the CD...nice, got the LP for $12) and Blood on the Tracks, which for some reason has been a hole in my Dylan vinyl library for awhile. I almost grabbed Freewheelin' as well...but didn't. I still have a functional CD copy. Who cares right?

Last week I got The Dead Science's Frost Giant, The Golden Paliminos, and a Rob Pollard record I forgot the name of.

TFUL do a wicked live cover of Green Eyed Lady on this record. Balls! Tits!

Fifty-Two Poems

I'm trying to write a poem a week this year.

Transparency (the buzzword of late) should provide me a burning ass-fire.

poems.

just one of 'em nights

“Like being headbutted forward through a light fog or something”