oh, renoir

nocturne communique/nocturnal e-mission
people are electrical circuits, and i am not being metaphorical here. electricity exists the way it does having been modeled on our own bodies.

textual relations/e-ruptions
to stroll the city at night, a simple pleasure, yr daughter’s leisure. the thing i call morrissey means more to me than shoes with heels that go click and long woolen coats.

the conflict between stasis and movement. all the points to draw lines between. the angle of a leg aligned with mine. most severely, eye contact. two points, two parallel lines, and the line that you see is the line itself.

i like it when you put the sticky thing on it. and i believe in windows. and i believe in doors. i believe in those points of access into and unto another world. the romance of interiority. it is the season. it has been the season. what mystical significance, signage, visage is invoked by “it is”? it is the unnameable and therefore the unspeakable. it drives you in. it warms you up. a flower’s petals falling before an open fireplace, protected from a starscape by skyscape by skyscrapers by the intimacy and therefore the sexiness of dormitory living. you see what i’ve done?

light coy beneath a humble sky. vacuity and sweet cypress. what you saw, what you felt – write it down. the difference between a real life vocal-chorded voice and an electronic din/tin. is confusing to me. is piss fountain. is heightened awareness. you have a favourite porn star? yr gay little hands. the fairytale of the fairytale – that you tell a certain story and attach a certain moral meaning to a certain course of events. hands and feet. they don’t make sense to me. an unraveling. an alienation. this is just the way you’re thinking about it. school is just thinking. sexing is just boring. porn is just acting. idealizing is arbitrary.

exhume these bones, human remains, humanity remains. whatever that is. the training is screeching not to a hault, but rather round the corner, a bound in the road abound in the road. just cuz you can’t see what’s in front of you don’t mean there’s no direction. just like just cuz nothing doesn’t seem unusual, unnatural, out of the ordinary, doesn’t mean yr experience (and i won’t even say of reality) hasn’t already been reconceived. but the hat, the apron, and the safety pin, the signs (which are the tools) of calling are calling. like wolf on mountain. like scientist from laboratory. the experience, the isolation of a cellular culture, of a cultural cell, of somaticity, generates reaction, generates genes. so many things to hang round my shoulder, so many parts to get dirty. you (a) pile of soft things, hairy shins. how i experience things in terms more of (a) time. you are only five some hours away, which is somehow less than an equivalency in miles, which is somehow more than bearable. judicious, appropriate. taking a hand, joining hands can feel interstitial and intergalactic. how did you get me to leave? how do you (re)move me from the rubble, a disconnected sneaker.

LOOK!
amps - pacer
bansky @ work in nyc
bansky's pet shop
andrey bartenev - shaking angels
cole in wonderland
i guess you don't want to talk to me anymore
islands - creeper
terence koh show
kTz
jens lekman - black cab
le tigre - my my metrocard
danielle levitt
lykke li - breaking it up
kazuo ono - the dead sea
ricochet studio
ricoh - gr digital ii
robyn - dream on
snl - the lawrence welk show
jacob sperber, aka dj peeplay
test explores if robots can think
35 of the most unique + creative sofa designs
this is fag city
toyin
robert wyatt + bertrand burgalat - this summer night

LISTEN!
celestial
circlesquare
city center
julie doiron - last night
friendly fires - i'm good i'm gone
pepi ginsberg
new gossip songs
mary halvorson + jessica pavone
homophones
janis joplin - me + bobby mcgee
la roux
jens lekman - water runs dry
loney dear - airport surroundings
lovers - listen up!
heidi mortenson
morrissey - let the right one slip in
need
nudge
pedro the lion - criticism as inspiration
plus/minus
postmarks
temper trap
we have band
lucinda williams - lu in 08