oh, renoir

nocturne communique/nocturnal e-mission
drops of intricately sweet, an acme of bliss

textual relations/e-ruptions
ho w am i here? a number of different levels to look at that, most time-related: my tiredness, tomorrow's productiveness. the taste of pumpkin seeds in my mouth, salted and smoky. the knife is on top of the airconditioner and it is a tool and it smells. not like a magazine but like a machine. the feeling of heading downtown, similar in the sense of a place in a city and underneath someone's pants. transgressive, simultaneously top and bottom. like swallowing rum without raisin or raisin without rum. sing a pirate's song. ruthlessly steal a steel heart and don the fake lashes of a drag queen. ideally, though, this bed is a homemade and temporary raft, a book written cuz there's nothing else to read and you wanna feel what it feels like to turn a page and not what it feels like to read the same sentence over and over again. the same sentence over and over again. but maybe that's what's already happening. the dog chasing its tail/tale is a broken record. the revolution is a rerun. what did the wizard teach us? that falling down is all there is, a shopping cart released at the top of a hill. or, lots of empty black plastic bags = there needn't be anything inside.

slavic dreams make me cream
boys ride bicycles beautiful as crystal icicles

i have you, and you are like the water
i have you, and you are like a father
you are not here, but oh gosh, i am happy
you are not here, but oh gosh, i am lucky

it's like everyday my memory of you is packaged in a person. and everyday i say goodbye to you and you go. at the subway down through my body into the ground and then underground. through terrestrial tunnels wearing my tshirt stained with me.

you lived uptown and you were richer and straighter. now i live downtown and i am poorer and gayer. except for when i go back sometimes in my mind and sometimes in my place and i remember laundered hips and hypocrites and green spires and green globes. the green and the black swirling and elevating until you dissipate into points of light.

the sickly sweet. the nazarene. the almond horn and the horn of plenty: boys run on rooftops - elevated and athletic.

LOOK!
antony - great white ocean
diller, scofidio, + renfro - arbores laetae
evaristti
karen finley - black sheep
haircut 100 - love plus one
anne teresa de keersmaeker + michele anne de mey
anne teresa de keersmaeker + michele anne de mey
shirley manson
nino fixo - buttons
police - so lonely
steve reich
sea + cake - weekend
talking heads - dream operator
yazoo - only you

LISTEN!
grant lee buffalo - halloween
ferron - misty mountain
erik hallden
janis ian - between the lines
natalie merchant - river
laura nyro - it's gonna take a miracle
owls - bury yr mind
talking heads - new feeling
cris williamson - song of the soul