Tuesday, November 30, 2010

a fragile cutting, tamped into earth

blogger makes it difficult, nay, impossible to upload music from one's own collection. or they did last time i checked.

otherwise i would put some of her own recitations here. poems that i didn't care about became stronger and meaningful when heard in her own voice, the interesting locations of emphasis, totally unexpected by me. her voice is deep and dark and bloody rich in ariel.

why am i given
these lamps, these planets
falling like blessings, like flakes
six-sided, white
on my eyes, my lips, my hair
touching and melting

from the night dances.

one of my oldest friends has disappeared again. he does this every six months or year. completely unbound by societal constraint, he just goes away somewhere. no call or written reply, you never know if he's dead or just gone. anyway, i think of him when i go back to my favorite old subjects. i hate the way some people will tell the same goddamned stories over and over, like a drunken alzheimer patient, but i have certain pet topics that i love to talk about even though there is nothing new to review. i think this is like sifting through old photos of loved ones.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Je T'aime Moi Non Plus

I haven't seen this. I want to. But it is difficult to find.

This scene is kind of wooden but touching. They are sort of like bizarre children here.

Anyway I love Serge Gainsbourg. I prefer the Birkin version of Je T'aime to the Bardot one even though I prefer Brigitte's voice. I don't like Jane Birkin's high-pitched baby whisper. Brigitte Bardot's voice is actually a little bit indescribable to me. Everything I think to say about it sounds stupid.

I am so glad I'm telling the internet about this instead of writing a very easy paper.

I thought he wrote this about me. Damn it! Disappointment everywhere.

Jarvis Cocker covers it in English in case anyone thought it was something sweet and affectionate as SG's voice tends to make things sound.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

i'm sorry but

no more words in the blog. just youtube links. so sry. i am so not in the mood, or i am so into editing that my finger is constantly pressed on a delete key. wherever i am, whatever i do, delete. unfortunately this does not apply to "real life" in which i do things like snap at my pregnant boss after which she cries (CRIES) and people look at me.

i love this song, so much. siamese twins from the pornography album. remember when blood flowers was going to come out and everyone was so thrilled to pieces because RS kept saying it would be like a cross between pornography and disintegration? oh my god what a liar. firstly, there is no crossing those two, what the fuck? they're completely incompatible, people just like them best. secondly, pornography is from 1980. THEY WEREN'T THE SAME PEOPLE ANYMORE. IS THIS TOO DETAILED? thirdly, blood flowers was awful times and i couldn't accept it and never went back. luckily there are like 15 other cure albums to choose from and innumerable b-sides to listen to instead.

i would have to say that pornography is my favorite cure album. #2, "show," the live album from the wish tour. we'll leave it at that.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

vegan pumpkin cheesecake. if it sounds weird, it's because it is. first draft. homemade graham cracker crust is incredible/easy as are carmelized pecans, but the filling tastes like tofu - sort of.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

because the world is cruel!

remember 1985? i don't, but "first and last and always" came out then. i love the sisters of mercy. how i love andrew eldritch's ridiculously deep voice, tremulous with feigned emotion in an eventually heart-rending song about a casual encounter with someone whose name he'd rather never know. VLAH

"i could wait a long, long time before i hear another lovesong." tell it. is this guy even alive still? wait - i don't want to know.

poor angry man.

equal parts magic and tragic

as they say.

it never ceases to amaze me how selfless parents of children are, or can be. so amazing to me. the strange link between family members is so coiled and corroded, but also profound and irreplaceable.

i can't write about my mother. it's too complicated. that bothers me.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Josh T. Pearson

so glad people like this exist.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

turn like a finned thing

I thought someone else had written it.

Taken from here. See more of the artist's work here.

slap me on the patio

I used to wear craft glitter like this on my face; eyes and cheekbones. Oh, how the neighbors looked. Things were easier then, I would laugh at them. I thought it looked fantastic.

I was going to make a post about my friend Anita's incredible photography after being inspired by another shot of Albuquerque, but it looks like she's let her flickr lapse and so I can't link my favorites. This iphone shot will have to do. I love storms and goldenrod AND zinnias.

I am all about druzies right now. There's so much incredible stuff on etsy. I kept trying to narrow my choices to 10, 5, 3. I wish I knew who made this ring.

Terribly celestial, no. Here. More incredibleness,


Amazing. Here.

Augh! Here.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Party like it's 1899

I embroidered this little calaca last year for my friend Anita. One day I will finish another, but not soon.