truth or consequences

The fine ones say: Lady. Eponymous for a while. Today they filled my blood with liquid and let me...

Mon, 28 May 2012 22:28:19 -0400

The fine ones say: Lady. Eponymous for a while. Today they filled my blood with liquid and let me sleep next to a woman retching and spitting and sobbing. “Even in sleep, we are deciding where we want to eat.” The meaning of this last week has eluded me, as I get nothing done, as my head gets punched in and out from many dimensions. Oweeeee howdy

Kurt Vile- I Know I Got Religion

Sun, 27 May 2012 14:58:59 -0400

Kurt Vile- I Know I Got Religion

Outgoing through warped windows to the shaking leaves. Finally,...

Fri, 18 May 2012 18:21:00 -0400

Outgoing through warped windows to the shaking leaves. Finally, love, or good, or not-bad is nonspecific, being part and partitioner of my own evening. Flying home on a space machine soon. Leaving the artifacts of my wretched two years behind. Just read: put my retrospectacles on.

(Goodbye, sweetness of leaving the hospital)

Warm inter/face as the west’s best domain. I remember the...

Tue, 15 May 2012 21:10:00 -0400

Warm inter/face as the west’s best domain. I remember the unyielding clank of a friend playing the acoustic in the backseat, air filling with marine fragrance. On our way down the coast- we pass millions of plants in the angular crystal of sky. There’s the 5-4-1 that ends a country song. I’m wailing the pedal steel part. My feet, when this sore, belong in salt water. I remember, through increasing prisms, what it was like to have both California and a man at once, and fit of the decision to take the car down along the water’s edge, stop by to see folks at Pizza Port, hey JO’s outside kissing someone again so I buy him another Steel Reserve, two dog greeting, what only two years ago feels like just like childhood did.

Periodic verbal summary///Colonial Living Pt. III Workday...

Sun, 13 May 2012 23:57:03 -0400

Periodic verbal summary///Colonial Living Pt. III

Workday delirium—several INSTANCES of beer over the course of a PORCH. Early in the morning I went back to highschool, then I went back to a burrito. I sang the right amount of Sacred Harp (are you trying to sing ALTO?) in a Newton church, then walked on back through plains and patches of grass, via the seminary. I have taken a fluency-shaping approach to my own voice. It’s a goal-oriented speaking-to-myself. Then, that one shape who will never leave my mind;;never ever—discretely we kept the window open to the night and bussed in the morning to the sunniest place in town. Took entrances to people’s houses and met Jeff who will inspire a thousand theses’ and a terrified cat. Back to Brookline to a smaller singing. I had to lead “China” which I forgot was in 3/2 so I kept backing away. Folks were kind on the lawn outside though. To the lab-or-atory- to the house with friendly tunics and a man who gives me a book though I am much too nervous to give him one. I heard him behind me. I said no habits; we’ve got two weeks. In two weeks my heart will break three ways. The old inertia is leaving. The planes are inbound, then outbound again. Hot in this home tonight.—/

[[My old man is another child that’s grown old]] (Gillian...

Sun, 13 May 2012 19:57:00 -0400

[[My old man is another child that’s grown old]]

(Gillian Welch on John Prine’s Angel from Montgomery)

Cool under the maple leaves; he made me a tree out of a sentence...

Thu, 10 May 2012 17:35:00 -0400

Cool under the maple leaves; he made me a tree out of a sentence and I forgot it, catching 6 am raindrops instead with the tops of my toes. I met that one through a missive of dreaminess though next to him there is no way to sleep. Er/I should-er, I shouldn’t-er. I must keep my distance for the distance is forthcoming!

Photo

Mon, 07 May 2012 14:12:35 -0400

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Sun, 06 May 2012 00:47:51 -0400

Jacques Brel- Ne Me Quitte Pas

Wed, 02 May 2012 21:36:43 -0400

Jacques Brel- Ne Me Quitte Pas

Subsequently: Here is a poor representation of a guitar player...

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 22:46:00 -0400

Subsequently:

Here is a poor representation of a guitar player aligned in open d- for the first time. Bad posture, looped in the rocking chair. Herald of breakfast.

This has all been an exercise in fraudulent aesthetics. The past...

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 22:35:00 -0400

This has all been an exercise in fraudulent aesthetics. The past four years, me and a screen and a mirror, faking it.

This shot: I like the hands, plane, and the light fuzz. My camera sitting still for once, eye open.

Hey, you, so many red flourescent faces where someone took the time to pen the wall. There’s...

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 21:43:51 -0400

Hey, you, so many red flourescent faces where someone took the time to pen the wall. There’s downstairs where there’s you—upstairs Orson Welles and the weight of an arm on my shoulder. I’ll always reify these folks who sleep in coils and shapes. I feel nonspecific. My words don’t work! My feet work in the walking away. Yessuhh

(Y)early Willie, from the Porter Wagoner Show.

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 18:44:00 -0400

(Y)early Willie, from the Porter Wagoner Show.

Damn Sam, I love a man that ain’t.

Mon, 23 Apr 2012 21:03:00 -0400

Damn Sam, I love a man that ain’t.

Winter’s come and gone.

Sun, 22 Apr 2012 22:19:29 -0400

Winter’s come and gone.

Michael Hurley- Sweedeedee

Sun, 22 Apr 2012 14:31:00 -0400

Michael Hurley- Sweedeedee

My little brother, or variant thereof.

Thu, 19 Apr 2012 18:59:26 -0400

My little brother, or variant thereof.

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Wed, 18 Apr 2012 21:28:25 -0400

What heart heard of; ghost guessed/It is the blight man was born...

Wed, 18 Apr 2012 15:04:43 -0400

What heart heard of; ghost guessed/It is the blight man was born for/It is Margaret you mourn for.