| Goran Bregovic set it to music |
[Jun. 12th, 2009|01:55 pm] |
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| | Natty Take Ova widdem Natty color an natty riddim | ] |
A week ago: Welcome to yr boat . . . the whole world is yr boat, and you have to revise insular sensibilities but ultimately apply them to a broader, chaotic context. This isn't a source of great anxiety or ambition, just interest--and that is all wonderful except for one cause to pause: it is taking a brutal entropic toll. Death, stopping, a fever pitch where there is nothing left to happen. The road to stasis, permanent ceasing of bodily functions. BUT: The conclusions of entropy are at GREAT ODDS with its processes. So is this vortex some weird phase or navigable obstacle, or a specter of loss, or is it something brutally chaotic to be populated with personal elements of order: the world, the terminal challenge of life, the exhilaration of life, the extravagant and long-burning march towards completion. ?
Last night: There's something in the way the gypsies danced to it, it was like this long-burning march, it was joyous but also hysterical and also a grim durge. When this band started out, they would walk in a tuxedo'd line across the countryside, pile onto traincars with goats, get in fights and make their way from wedding to funeral to wedding to funeral. According to "Super 8 Stories" the weddings were always hysterical in the bad way, with shitty food, a separate tent for the band to eat in, long hours, a horror show. At the funerals they would commune, be paid without hassle, party their faces off, make lifelong friends and dine like kings. |
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| "blessing of tears" |
[May. 12th, 2009|01:40 pm] |
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In oratio recollectionis, Teresa encountered her 'reflex precipice,' utterly death defying. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 3rd, 2009|01:12 am] |
Krissy signed her note:
Ant number K |
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| I |
[Sep. 13th, 2008|02:41 am] |
cut up my shins
saved the day. |
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| Through Kingsport |
[Jul. 10th, 2008|09:01 pm] |
Can't find truckstop vision protection like in Arkansorado, 06, documented:
This is TJ with his arms spread out in East Nashville saying 'THIS is it, THIS is the life':
TJ's old bandmates playing Choo Choo Train, about 'Patrick's Mother':
Me flying on a quad-wheeler at a quadrillion miles per hour over a horse:
A Cigarette Toast at Waffle House in Staunton:
Parents! :
Tim Richards, Sr. doing the Windmill:
Samantha riding a sapling:
Talkin' Politics:
Sam carrying a couch by herself:
Mario wholeheartedly documenting everything with his EX 1 in true HD:
I was trusted with the lives of others:
"I'll work on my comedy, you work on your tragedy" |
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| He does |
[Jun. 22nd, 2008|10:55 pm] |
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The past two days I have worked with a brand new crew on my first and second 'Junket.' After, when the really fit younger old guy left, everyone was engrossed in a conversation and my friend gazed at the exit and murmured to himself wistfully, "man, he looks so different without his pony tail . . ." |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 4th, 2008|03:26 am] |
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When I spilled a jar of water on the floor next to where I keep the flasks of wine I said "Shit, I annoyed myself." |
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| sguys |
[May. 28th, 2008|12:58 pm] |
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| | Hallucinations by no one's favorite gay band | ] |
I just moved stuff and food and a great sound system from my childhood into my place and I'm staying here for an unprecedented 2 whole months. I walk around the roof like I own the place in shorts. I just finished flying around the neighborhood eating my breakfast.
Home for Rome, Heave'nigh, home ahoy, 3 score days fly fleetly by! |
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| stalking me in my sleep from another perspective |
[May. 27th, 2008|05:57 pm] |
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| | head on | ] |
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| | astra | ] |
I've been to all those seas and galleries and run my fingers over those stitches and said to my friends that the same people were hot and it happened here in real life, there in a dream, but it happened here first, and that lacks the immediate comfort of synchronicity, it's just a spectre flowing in my shadows, drawing my eyes from the lunging madman brandishing his razor. |
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| Did not get beers in P-rovincetown, MA |
[May. 26th, 2008|01:33 pm] |
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| | July | ] |
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| | 1926 | ] |
This weekend while incidentally actually being a tourist, I had a definite, jarring experience of NOT feeling like a tourist in the midst of my existential and teenage-style mournful dilemmas. If you can't really enjoy being sad, thennnn what are you supposed to do? |
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| I'm looking for a room in New York |
[Mar. 23rd, 2008|10:13 pm] |
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| | sweet nuthin | ] |
:Motorcycle, voyage, big hair, Xs, apartment, tiny video camera, newtown, yr every woman to me,
including abscess, excess, dearth, dying in a gutter with AIDS
Having neglected a Tunisian voyage of winter circumnavigation, the new voyage is summer itself, an interior voyage of nesting without delineation and consumption without constipation. This is me biting ( someone's ) leg |
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| study of duh |
[Dec. 14th, 2007|11:50 pm] |
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| | "Steadfast and True" | ] |
I've been looking forward getting laid by my slumber for over a week, and now that we're alone together, I want only to court other intrigues, watch reran Zerkalo and the Gay Mount Everest youtube. |
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| b d a y |
[Nov. 27th, 2007|05:49 pm] |
How . like . a . little . kohl-rimmed . moon . o . plots . her . course . from . b . to . d |
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| They like being driven to |
[Oct. 17th, 2007|12:23 am] |
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| | I dunno why, I just had to dieaaaahahahahaahohahahah I'm on fire, | ] |
The Lord made a face, not me.
I got this idea, I'm still straightening a few things out. It's a car service, but like a club experience, so when you get there, you don't want to leave. We'll play Mirror in the background, you can watch Margarita Terekhova fly across the ground, and that is how the towncar will rumble along the FDR or the Merritt Parkway, with all the sureness of mortal necessity. |
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| Antimatter Jenerator |
[Jun. 17th, 2007|12:41 pm] |
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| | stubborn/ I broke up | ] |
Proud cynic, inner fatalist:
Pat yrself on the back. Yr the real
expert of luv.
I'm no Romeo. |
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| ne'er do nil |
[May. 17th, 2007|04:14 pm] |
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| | crap kraft dinner awwwww | ] |
doing handstands to this really sad song, showing the kids how (not) to dance, Bet walks up to me with a cute look on her face, knowing I might fall on her and kill her, and hands me a receipt from Gap Kids. |
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