Do you recall waking up on a dirty couch in the grey fog

sore

Disordered affinities
or the awkward
letting in and out

transparent anecdotes
flung into the
center, webs of skin
and the familiar touch of
fingers electric and
eager.

i can only give so much
before I fade into the
golden background,
always eventually the too-absent
object a.

memories hit the light
at right angles;
illuminated silhouettes
accumulate at the cracked
base of your beer glass.

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Feeling very weepy and alone today, possibly a little bit manic, unable to sit still. I've been dancing around for a while. I feel "dripping wet and limp" but I refuse to listen to Mount Eerie for the sake of my own mental wellness and instead dwell on Joanna Newsom and Brecht. This is probably my favourite song of the year so far. Basically the transition at 3.25 makes my heart hurt a lot. So fucking beautiful.



"And there is hesitation
And it always remains
Concerning you, me,
And the rest of the gang

And in our quiet hour
I feel I see everything
And am in love with the hook
Upon which everyone hangs

And I know you meant to show the extent
To which you gave a goddang
You ranged real hot and real cold,
But I'm sold.
I am home on the range

And I do hate to fold
Right here at the top of my game
When I've been trying with my whole heart and soul
To stay right here in the right lane

But it can make you feel over and old
Lord, you know it's a shame
When I only want for you to pull over
and hold me 'til I can't remember my own name"

Un poème et quelques photos.

So terrific. Found via Kanye West's blog, via Fabrik.
Oh yeah, and it's by Gonzalo Benard and called "The Awakening of the Self."

Also, if you dig creepy drone/ambient music, listen to Preslav Literary School's album "Beautiful Was the Time." You can find it at ill-formed.

"Preslav Literary School is found sound, organic drones, tape noise and spoken word. Recording sonic experiments, poetry, birdsong and drones onto cassette tapes and dictaphones, Preslav Literary School then mixes these sources with vintage keyboards, Buddha machines and old transistors in engaging live performances to create layered, improvised soundscapes." -Last.fm blurb

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Sublimation & Genesis


When were we trained to suck cock

Is this how Eve responded when the snake
Bit her in the garden?

On her knees sucking life from the animal
Implanted

Adam jerking himself off in the corner
Whining “she made me do it”

Joking with his sons
“See what I named”
“See what I fucked”

I own everything that has come to me
Seeking order
identity

All they want is to be full of something