tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304806532024-03-12T22:32:34.104-05:00A Lonely Ghost"He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear.<br>But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken.<br>It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage.<br>He went back to the table, dipped his pen, and wrote:"Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09815735292556815911noreply@blogger.comBlogger257125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30480653.post-29040631745503745082016-03-27T09:12:00.000-05:002016-03-27T09:12:16.174-05:00Wendell Berry :: Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation FrontLove the quick profit, the annual raise,<br />
vacation with pay. Want more<br />
of everything ready-made. Be afraid<br />
to know your neighbors and to die.<br />
And you will have a window in your head.<br />
Not even your future will be a mystery<br />
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card<br />
and shut away in a little drawer.<br />
When they want you to buy something<br />
they will call you. When they want you<br />
to die for profit they will let you know.<br />
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So, friends, every day do something<br />
that won’t compute. Love the Lord.<br />
Love the world. Work for nothing.<br />
Take all that you have and be poor.<br />
Love someone who does not deserve it.<br />
Denounce the government and embrace<br />
the flag. Hope to live in that free<br />
republic for which it stands.<br />
Give your approval to all you cannot<br />
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man<br />
has not encountered he has not destroyed.<br />
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Ask the questions that have no answers.<br />
Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.<br />
Say that your main crop is the forest<br />
that you did not plant,<br />
that you will not live to harvest.<br />
Say that the leaves are harvested<br />
when they have rotted into the mold.<br />
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.<br />
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Put your faith in the two inches of humus<br />
that will build under the trees<br />
every thousand years.<br />
Listen to carrion – put your ear<br />
close, and hear the faint chattering<br />
of the songs that are to come.<br />
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.<br />
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful<br />
though you have considered all the facts.<br />
So long as women do not go cheap<br />
for power, please women more than men.<br />
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy<br />
a woman satisfied to bear a child?<br />
Will this disturb the sleep<br />
of a woman near to giving birth?<br />
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Go with your love to the fields.<br />
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head<br />
in her lap. Swear allegiance<br />
to what is nighest your thoughts.<br />
As soon as the generals and the politicos<br />
can predict the motions of your mind,<br />
lose it. Leave it as a sign<br />
to mark the false trail, the way<br />
you didn’t go. Be like the fox<br />
who makes more tracks than necessary,<br />
some in the wrong direction.<br />
Practice resurrection.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09815735292556815911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30480653.post-45195269908418388162012-06-27T03:43:00.000-05:002012-06-27T03:43:09.499-05:00Heaven MurphyHeaven Murphy in <u>Moth</u>, which I just caught for the first time. She has Whit's cheekbones and lips. Stunning features indeed.<br />
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<i>look me in the gut</i><br />
<i>I've got fear for my own name</i><br />
<i>I'd dig it up for you</i><br />
<i>if you'd do the same</i>Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09815735292556815911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30480653.post-51144499090981182092012-06-07T04:30:00.000-05:002012-06-07T04:32:40.656-05:00Lawrence Ferlinghetti :: The Situation in the West followed by a Holy Proposal<i>Kyrie Eleison Kerista</i>
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Dreaming of utopias<br />
where everyone's a lover<br />
I see San Fransisco from my window<br />
thru some old navy beerbottles<br />
The glass is dark<br />
What's it all about<br />
I move the ships about<br />
in my binoculars<br />
like some mad admiral<br />
Dark Dark Dark<br />
we are all shunted into it<br />
a concrete Crete<br />
freeway pinball labyrinth<br />
cars into tunnels<br />
dancers long gone under the hills<br />
kiss kiss in stone boudoirs<br />
the earth a turbine<br />
storing sexual energy<br />
turning and turning into the dark<br />
under the skyscrapers with their time on top<br />
tickertape time tick tick<br />
civilization and its crickets<br />
The dark thread<br />
draws us all in<br />
into the wind-up labyrinth<br />
undischarged sexual energy<br />
not mine the city's<br />
There's the Fairmont phallus<br />
There's the Mark masturbation<br />
There's the Park there's the cement works<br />
There's the Steam Beer Brewing plant<br />
There's the Actor's Workshop<br />
Nothing brewing there these days<br />
There's the Bay there's that Bridge<br />
There's that treasured Island the Navy doesn't need<br />
We need it but we don't need the Navy<br />
Sail Away forever somewhere why don't you<br />
Ah there's the sun again<br />
There's the Hall of Justice blockhouse<br />
personifying itself<br />
Mussolini Modern<br />
There's the sky there's skywriting<br />
chalk on a mirror<br />
What's it all about<br />
Someone trying to trace something up there<br />
Sun solves it<br />
in the mirror<br />
of eternity<br />
A train pulls out of Third Street Station<br />
not going anywhere<br />
discharge of aimless sexual energy<br />
tick tick over the rails<br />
to a coupling in Palo Alto<br />
Life goes on not going anywhere<br />
Time goes on tick tick<br />
what's it all about<br />
find the tick in the labyrêve<br />
of eternity<br />
follow your thread<br />
around the next corner<br />
I sometimes wonder if that is what Krishnamurti meant<br />
Love's a lost tick and desire fails<br />
As we grow older the clatter becomes more complicated<br />
Put your ear to the flesh and you'll still hear it<br />
tick tick over the rails<br />
bearing us away<br />
And there is a time to die<br />
and there is a time to live<br />
but who's got a bad ticker<br />
and what's everything waiting for<br />
Don't tell me they're still Waiting<br />
We've been thru all that already<br />
even the poets dug it<br />
you could almost dear them beginning to think<br />
tick tick<br />
even the painters finally caught on pop pop<br />
Now it's all over maybe<br />
nothing happening anyplace anymore maybe<br />
especially in San Fransisco baby<br />
stranded whales all over the place<br />
elder statesmen poets high and dry<br />
flopping about out of breath<br />
and a labyrinth the worst place of all<br />
for a whale to find himself<br />
How do we get out<br />
where do we go from here<br />
what's the next development<br />
what's around the next corner<br />
why is everything holding its breath<br />
why am I here typing<br />
turned-on in my attic<br />
holding my breath Om Om<br />
tick tick<br />
I've got a good ticker<br />
I'm winding up my thread<br />
but I am no Prince Theseus nor was meant to be<br />
I'll slay no minotaurs in my Attic retreat<br />
with the sword I use to cut my meat<br />
Still I'm always looking for the action<br />
at the heart of things<br />
Must be something shaking somewhere<br />
someone on some rooftop must be loving<br />
in the hot sun<br />
in this labyrinth of solitude<br />
which is neither cold Crete nor hot Mexico<br />
but is still full of solos<br />
gringo pachucos<br />
trying to trace it out<br />
trying to figure out<br />
what it's all about<br />
and why the sun still goes on turning<br />
and still is god to my dog<br />
The sun the sun behold the sun<br />
Great God Sun still riseth<br />
in our rubaiyat<br />
and strikes the towers with a shaft of light<br />
The sun the sun still rules everything<br />
even the sky as we know it<br />
even love as we know it<br />
even life which is nothing but heat<br />
discharge of sexual energy<br />
And there is a time to embrace<br />
and there is a time to refrain from embracing<br />
and the sun goes on cooling<br />
Discharge of undirected sexual energy<br />
and the Cold War gets cooler and desire fails<br />
Other-directed sexual energy<br />
And there is a time to hate<br />
and there is a time to love<br />
and there is a time to keep silence<br />
and there is a time to speak<br />
and two more government scientists throw in the sponge<br />
Mis-directed sexual energy<br />
But is this cooling-off period to string us out forever<br />
How about some love in the cool-cool climate<br />
how about some instant joy<br />
inner-directed sexual energy<br />
let's get hot again baby<br />
I didn't say Shoot I said Fuck<br />
I'm sorry officer don't take me away<br />
I'm sorry Mother<br />
that's the only word that works<br />
It's a word of love daddy<br />
for which there's no refined substitute<br />
even in French<br />
Still I'm trying to refine it<br />
I'm trying to make it holy<br />
I'm trying to make it socially acceptable<br />
even to Cretan cretins lost in a maze<br />
for to fuck is to love again<br />
and we shall rise up again at the voice of a bird<br />
and there is a time to hate<br />
and there is a time to love<br />
so let's everybody love it up<br />
in the sun<br />
which won't burn on forever and ever<br />
That's the solution Comrade<br />
maybe the only one Comrade<br />
Why are you so puritanical Comrade<br />
kicking Allen Ginsberg out of Czechoslovakia<br />
Let's turn on together Comrade<br />
and you too Colonel Cornpone<br />
I'm serious Comrade<br />
I'm serious Colonel Cornpone<br />
let's repeat it together<br />
To fuck is to love again<br />
<i>kyrie eleison hallelujah</i><br />
A litany like that<br />
means more to us Romans<br />
than any Hail Mary full of grace<br />
though blessed be the fruit of her womb<br />
And don't think you have to lie down abjectly General<br />
for there is a time to kill<br />
and there is a time to kiss<br />
but the tick of hate is loose in the labyrinth<br />
<i>dies irae dies illa illa illa</i><br />
and ticks carry diseases but kisses carry love<br />
which is also infectious<br />
And there is a time for war<br />
and there is a time for a piece of love<br />
So get ready General<br />
Ready Get Set Fuck<br />
<i>kyrie kyrie hallelujah</i><br />
By the right flank Fuck<br />
and blessed be the fruit<br />
By the left flank Fuck<br />
and blessed be the fruit<br />
By the rear Fuck<br />
Blessed Blessed Blessed<br />
So kiss thy neighbor in another country<br />
<i>kyrie kyrie kyrie</i><br />
exchange fucking populations<br />
<i>kyrie kyrie hallelujah</i><br />
You send us all your women in babushkas<br />
We'll send you all our men wearing neckties<br />
Americans love travel<br />
We love exotic places and people<br />
We dig Chinese chicks we dig Cuban chicks we dig Arab boys<br />
You'll think yours are exotic too<br />
I'm tired of this climate anyway<br />
you're tired of yours<br />
so let's get together on this<br />
let's get down to bare essentials<br />
and have a mass exchange fuck<br />
a fucking real exchange program<br />
an enormous international hardcore Fuck Corps<br />
And nevermind the protocol<br />
and nevermind the quotas<br />
We've all got our own passe-partout<br />
if to fuck is to love again<br />
And nevermind the overpopulation<br />
Contraception can contain<br />
all but love<br />
And blessed be the fruit of transcopulation<br />
and blessed be the fruit of transcopulation<br />
and blessed be the fucking world with no more nations!<br />
<i>hosanna pulchrissima<br />
kyrie kyrie kyrie kyrie hallelujah!</i><br />
we'll all still have the sun<br />
in which to recognize ourselves at last across the world<br />
over the obscene boundaries!<br />
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<i>San Fransisco-London 1964--1965<br>
Read at Royal Albert Hall, London, June 11, 1965</i>Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09815735292556815911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30480653.post-85060725615985695802012-03-29T08:41:00.000-05:002012-03-29T12:17:42.121-05:00Favorite First LinesI'm listening to Wilco's über-classic album Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, which <a href="http://alonelyghost.blogspot.com/2009/09/top-13-albums-project.html">I rank</a>--as many others do as well, I'm sure--as THE best album of the decade spanning 2001-2010, whatever it's called. (The aughts? The 2000s? The single digits? Who cares...)<br />
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Anyway, what strikes me today is how simply AWESOME and perfectly memorable the very first line of that record is. "I am an American aquarium drinker..." in my opinion, is one of the most memorable opening lines in the history of music. It got me to thinking: in terms of first lines of albums--not just opening lines of songs, but of ALBUMS (which eliminates some fantastic individual songs, naturally)--what are some of the more amazing opening lines permanently tattooed on my brain? Here're a few off the top of my head:<br />
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<b>Wilco - Yankee Hotel Foxtrot</b> :: <i>I am an American aquarium drinker, I assassin down the avenue / I'm hiding out in the big city blinking, what was I thinking when I let go of you?</i><br />
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<b>Neutral Milk Hotel - In the Aeroplane Over the Sea</b> :: <i>When you were young, you were the king of carrot flowers</i><br />
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<b>Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots</b> :: <i>I thought I was smart, I thought I was right / I thought it better not to fight / I thought there was a virtue in always being cool</i><br />
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<b>Bob Dylan - Highway 61 Revisited</b> :: <i>Once upon a time you dressed so fine / Threw the bums a dime in your prime / Didn't you?</i><br />
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<b>Modest Mouse - The Moon and Antarctica</b> :: <i>Everything that keeps me together is falling apart / I've got this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over</i><br />
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<b>Nirvana - In Utero</b> :: <i>Teenage angst has paid off well / Now I'm bored and old</i><br />
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<b>The Beatles - Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club</b> :: <i>It was 20 years ago today...</i><br />
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<b>Radiohead - OK Computer</b> :: <i>In the next world war, a jack-knifed juggernaut / I am born again</i><br />
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<b>NWA - Straight Outta Compton</b> :: <i>You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge</i><br />
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<b>Spiritualized - Ladies & Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space</b> :: <i>Ladies and gentlemen, we are floating in space</i><br />
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<b>Van Morrison - Astral Weeks</b> :: <i>If I ventured in the slipstream / Between the viaducts of your dream / Where immobile steel rims crack / And the ditch in the back roads stop / Could you find me?</i><br />
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<b>Weezer - The Blue Album</b> :: <i>My name is Jonas, I'm carrying the wheel / Thanks for all you've shown us, this is how we feel</i>Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09815735292556815911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30480653.post-78850349984576838482012-03-24T05:08:00.000-05:002012-03-29T12:19:15.413-05:00Better (Four Months) Late Than Never...These are my ten favorite albums of 2011, in descending order.
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10. <b>Timber Timbre</b> :: <i>Creep On Creepin' On</i>
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09. <b>Real Estate</b> :: <i>Days</i>
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08. <b>SBTRKT</b> :: <i>SBTRKT</i>
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07. <b>M83</b> :: <i>Hurry Up, We're Dreaming</i>
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06. <b>Destroyer</b> :: <i>Kaputt</i>
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05. <b>Fleet Foxes</b> :: <i>Helplessness Blues</i>
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04. <b>Future Islands</b> :: <i>On The Water</i>
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03. <b>The Antlers</b> :: <i>Burst Apart
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02. <b>Youth Lagoon</b> :: <i>The Year of Hibernation</i>
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01. <b>Bon Iver</b> :: <i>Bon Iver</i>
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This is a mostly shitty one-off I did to check how well my iPhone's camera could do audio, but just for funsies here it is.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09815735292556815911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30480653.post-7155792691086588072011-11-01T01:46:00.003-05:002011-11-01T03:10:50.050-05:00Don't Think Twice It's All Right (Bob Dylan cover)I've been practicing lately exclusively in D-A-D-F#-D-D tuning; the idea is that by restricting myself to an unfamiliar tuning, I will be forced to change my own perspective and find new ways of voicing chords and moving melodies around the neck. On this particular video, I have a capo on the second fret--making this the key of E--mainly to make that Richie Havens thumb wrap fingering of the F#7 on that second fret a little easier on myself. Anyway, there're admittedly a lot of mistakes in this video, but it is what it is and you get the idea blah blah blah...
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VT_IK6jV8Tg?rel=0" width="480"></iframe>Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09815735292556815911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30480653.post-16533534782163114852011-10-19T17:41:00.001-05:002011-10-19T17:41:18.911-05:00I hate myself......and by "I hate myself," I mean I hate people who use their blogs to disseminate vapid pictures of pretty celebrities looking all vain and shit posing for the camera but God DAMN, Meryl Streep is super-mega, make you want to blow your brains out hot in Manhattan. That is all.
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AAKna1ByEuE/Tp9RiR8J-FI/AAAAAAAAAlg/hHIy9KkHl8I/s1600/mstreep2.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="324" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AAKna1ByEuE/Tp9RiR8J-FI/AAAAAAAAAlg/hHIy9KkHl8I/s400/mstreep2.jpg" width="324" /></a></div>Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09815735292556815911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30480653.post-76785561247922163062011-10-17T16:20:00.002-05:002011-10-17T16:23:56.174-05:00<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SRSptCfn5WY" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="315"></iframe><br /><br />Watching this just opened up the wellspring of every tear I ever cried as a child. If you've got six minutes and a box of tissues at hand, you'll enjoy this.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09815735292556815911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30480653.post-29192414861273286692011-10-13T17:06:00.001-05:002011-11-01T01:49:04.052-05:00Thom Yorke's DJ set at the TKOL RMX 1234567 release party:<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/30441445?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0&color=00000&autoplay=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen="" width="398" frameborder="0" height="299"></iframe><br /><br />I have infinite, forever love for Thom Yorke. Just look at that little wild man beast out.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09815735292556815911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30480653.post-84439977179288342842011-09-29T09:46:00.001-05:002011-09-29T09:48:06.158-05:00I think I'm in love...This girl is amazingly talented. She should be on SNL or something.<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SaJqIoAKd28?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"></iframe>Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09815735292556815911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30480653.post-64445679880177335592011-09-29T09:39:00.004-05:002011-09-29T09:42:27.143-05:00I'm a doucherI realize that posting this makes me a huge doucher, but I can't resist. This "achievement" needs to be recorded for posterity: I just hit a mother-fucking thousand facebook "friends".<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vuwuCTNKfJI/ToSDjEXwFEI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ip3X-3HWm-E/s1600/1000.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vuwuCTNKfJI/ToSDjEXwFEI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ip3X-3HWm-E/s400/1000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657791670376207426" border="0" /></a>Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09815735292556815911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30480653.post-72007757926366275452011-09-23T13:54:00.000-05:002011-09-23T13:56:15.611-05:00Katherine Larson :: Love at Thirty-Two Degrees<b>I </b><div class="poem"><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;"> </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">Today I dissected a squid, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">the late acacia tossing its pollen </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">across the black of the lab bench. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">In a few months the maples </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">will be bleeding. That was the thing: </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">there <i>was</i> no blood </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">only textures of gills creased like satin, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">suction cups as planets in rows. <i>Be careful </i></div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;"><i>not to cut your finger</i>, he says. But I’m thinking </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">of fingertips on my lover’s neck </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">last June. Amazing, hearts. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">This brachial heart. After class, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">I stole one from the formaldehyde </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">& watched it bloom in my bathroom sink </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">between cubes of ice. </div><br /><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;"> <b>II </b> </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">Last night I threw my lab coat in the fire </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">& drove all night through the Arizona desert </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">with a thermos full of silver tequila. </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">It was the last of what we bought </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">on our way back from Guadalajara— </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">desert wind in the mouth, your mother’s </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">beat-up Honda, agaves </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">twisting up from the soil </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">like the limbs of cephalopods. </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">Outside of Tucson, saguaros so lovely </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">considering the cold, & the fact that you </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">weren’t there to warm me. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">Suddenly drunk I was shouting that I wanted to see the stars </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">as my ancestors used to see them— </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">to see the godawful blue as Aurvandil’s frostbitten toe. </div><br /><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;"> <b>III </b> </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">Then, there is the astronomer’s wife </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">ascending stairs to her bed. </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">The astronomer gazes out, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">one eye at a time, </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">to a sky that expands </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">even as it falls apart </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">like a paper boat dissolving in bilge. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">Furious, fuming stars. </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">When his migraine builds & </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">lodges its dark anchor behind </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">the eyes, he fastens the wooden buttons </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">of his jacket, & walks </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">outside with a flashlight </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">to keep company with the barn owl </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">who stares back at him with eyes </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">that are no greater or less than </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">a spiral galaxy. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">The snow outside </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">is white & quiet </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">as a woman’s slip </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">against cracked floorboards. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">So he walks to the house </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">inflamed by moonlight, & slips </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">into the bed with his wife </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">her hair & arms all </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">in disarray </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">like fish confused by waves. </div><br /><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;"> <b>IV </b> </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">Science— </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">beyond pheromones, hormones, aesthetics of bone, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">every time I make love for love’s sake alone, </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;">I betray you.</div> </div>Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09815735292556815911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30480653.post-77389533852656217512011-09-21T17:30:00.000-05:002011-09-21T17:31:26.592-05:00North Korea Party Rock Anthem ft. Kim Jong Il<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VJNBfBr-OGU?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09815735292556815911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30480653.post-69345250969205413392011-09-14T03:22:00.005-05:002011-09-14T21:31:06.864-05:002I like imagining the beginning most--before time existed, where every atom that ever was was condensed into a point of infinite density, before some spark expelled everything that would ever become anything, including our selves, ever further outward into the vast, empty loneliness of space. I imagine it inevitable the sun will, far off somewhere in our unimaginably distant, postmortem future, collapse into a neutron star, pulling us back to the start of things, together, again.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09815735292556815911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30480653.post-91670715755364498012011-09-11T05:34:00.002-05:002011-09-11T05:47:49.655-05:00My 9/11 Anthem...Stevie Wonder doing "Blowin' in the Wind" at the age of 16.<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_OUJ_ODGlCE?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"></iframe><br /><br />I love this, despite this version's omission of the third verse lines, my favorites: "how many deaths will it take 'til God knows / that too many people have died?"<br /><br />Pray for peace, everyone. One love.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09815735292556815911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30480653.post-44633359768995735402011-09-10T15:15:00.000-05:002011-09-10T15:16:07.302-05:00Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal does it again.<a href="http://www.smbc-comics.com/index.php?db=comics&id=2361"><br /><img src="http://www.smbc-comics.com/comics/20110907.gif" /></a>Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09815735292556815911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30480653.post-9486891392762730742011-09-06T17:51:00.003-05:002011-09-06T17:53:18.510-05:00Mary Ruefle :: A Little White Shadow<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zrpTQkFAgR8/TmakBIvJFPI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Huiqq1ASV6g/s1600/Ruefle-Mary-page1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zrpTQkFAgR8/TmakBIvJFPI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Huiqq1ASV6g/s400/Ruefle-Mary-page1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649383122014901490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KdEYx5XvM50/TmakM3Ie2dI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/nF0zZUHvnDA/s1600/Ruefle-Mary-page2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KdEYx5XvM50/TmakM3Ie2dI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/nF0zZUHvnDA/s400/Ruefle-Mary-page2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649383323447777746" border="0" /></a>Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09815735292556815911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30480653.post-52634501649398920172011-08-24T11:47:00.000-05:002011-08-24T11:48:40.003-05:00Dorothea Grossman :: I have to tell youI have to tell you,
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<br />the sun strikes me
<br />like a gong,
<br />and I remember everything,
<br />even your ears.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09815735292556815911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30480653.post-60064845042296631752011-08-22T19:07:00.002-05:002011-08-22T19:09:27.679-05:00HorribleThis is the reason the terrorists hate us.
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<br />Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09815735292556815911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30480653.post-14158111980831945902011-08-10T17:20:00.001-05:002011-08-10T17:22:13.754-05:00Hooray Science!<iframe width="480" height="303" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hPFwDaR1g70?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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<br />Is this what it looks like to be on acid?Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09815735292556815911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30480653.post-23231272848366142182011-08-06T13:39:00.003-05:002011-08-06T15:19:29.792-05:00God Damn ItDear reader, please don't be offended by my impending use of foul language: sometimes you just gotta use strong words to convey equally strong feeling.<br /><br />But Jesus fucking Christ, some of you assholes are annoying the shit out of me on Facebook, and it has to fucking stop. I'm only talking to the particular subset of IQ-challenged, dumbfuck "friends" of mine who "like" pages with names like "Wonderful Heels on Sale", "Sexy Heels on Sale", "High Heels!", "Your Next Shoes", "Shoe Fetish Boutique", and well...I could go on seeing as there are approximately eleventy billion more such pages--none of whose names in the preceding list did I make up, mind you--but well, since reading isn't likely to be one of your strong suits, I imagine a little forced brevity can only help my cause.<br /><br />Look, I get that in order to make it through this thing we call reality, people need to have stupid interests/hobbies/pursuits to occupy their time, lest they go crazy. Lord knows I've got my own: sports, fantasy sports, watching cat videos on youtube, and poetry, to name but a few. Christ, I've even touched on the subject of the importance of stupid interests/hobbies/pursuits on this very blog before, as I did towards the end of <a href="http://alonelyghost.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-facebook-meta-grief.html">this essay</a> I wrote following Sean Taylor's (rest his soul) untimely passing. But I'm not the asshole who clogs up people's news feeds with bullshit every time a God damned fantasy player of mine scores a fucking touchdown, either. I keep that shit to myself.<br /><br />I grant you: you're more than likely unaware that you're being such an obnoxious fucking nuisance--but you've been duped; you're a shill and you don't even know it. This recent <a href="http://www.theatlanticwire.com/technology/2011/08/facebooks-big-push-put-advertising-your-feed/40818/">Atlantic Wire article</a> talks about the scary and very real possibility that in the near future, facebook will feature even more prevalent advertising than it has already, and you're such a stupid asshole that you're basically letting shoe stores whore you into a virtual fucking sandwich board, right the fuck now, for free.<br /><br />You see, Forrest, whenever your facebook buddy, good ol' Miss Shoe Fetish Boutique, "tags" you as a picture of 7 inch Louboutin stilletos made of hope and dreams, I am, as is EVERY OTHER "FRIEND" of yours, forced to look at the same God damned picture of what are in the end a terrible, terrible bastardization of the Platonic ideal of "Hey! Let's put things on the bottoms of our feet so we can move around better and not get hurt!" Did you know that wearing high heels can cause turf toe, the injury so named because it's prevalent amongst athletes who play football? Didn't think so...<br /><br />Anyway, I've been on facebook so long that I remember when you could only join the site if you had an email address with an '.edu' at the end of it. And I'm tired of fucks like you doing your best to trash it up and turn it into God damned, ugly-ass myspace, lowering the hivebrain's collective IQ and shit. In closing, I'd just like to say that if I've offended you by writing this, I'd recommend doing what I do whenever I see your shoe-porn: click the little 'x' in the upper right corner of this post on facebook and select the "Hide all updates from this person" option.<br /><br />Good day, madam.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09815735292556815911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30480653.post-69409654747196676792011-08-05T04:45:00.002-05:002011-08-05T04:52:58.665-05:00Outlier's JP on Australia's Got Talent :: Down UnderAs a rule, I avoid music-based reality competition type shows; I often feel like their audiences don't have too much of an idea of what "good" music actually is, and oftentimes the winners seem chosen more on physical appearance than talent. That said, it's pretty much impossible to deny the awesomeness of this guy's performance right here. Makes me want to ditch my RC-2 for an RC-50 and get my ass to practicing.<br /><br /><iframe width="480" height="303" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WduD_DWI_0Q?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09815735292556815911noreply@blogger.com2