nocturne communique/nocturnal e-mission
the bull has his orbit, and the bullfighter has his, and between orbit and orbit is the point of risk where falls the vertex of the terrible byplay.
textual relations/e-ruptions
i didn't learn from what you said, and i didn't learn from what you did. the story that gets you in and the story that you make.
this journey -- it's like running. scale and endurance are relative. maybe you're used to seeing everything clearly, or maybe you're used to water running between you and the mirror. so my saying is a setting of pace. and this interruption (interpretation?) is itchy. like how declension doesn't have to mean inferior but variations on a theme.
up the apples and pears. the wind makes it feel more like a descent. but also kinda like a dress. blowing up and around. the blue light to the right and the red to the left. lots of white flickering and blinking in between. falling. the flags of a used car lot in the back of yr pants. a wild tail. an entangling web. but somehow not claustrophobic. it's smoke and it's the belief that the smoke is something. and by is i mean means. or even that there's something behind the smoke.
if the space doesn't exist, can the words?
LOOK!
tori amos - welcome to england
breeders - fate to fatal
leonard cohen, lorca, rock, and flamenco
cure - killing an arab
sophnet
sweptaways + jens lekman - happiness will be my revenge
LISTEN!
bat for lashes - use somebody
decibelles
it hugs back
lykke li - knocked up
robert svensson
ultravox - just for a moment
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