31 December 2009

6 different ways

7 ways of going

count the nights, count the days
you try to show that nothing stays, but
i'm still hanging around

we're gonna be waiting for a long time, but it'll be worth it when we find what we find.

26 December 2009

20 December 2009

a saint in any form:

nocturnes:
i was disoriented in a train station. turning circles. walking lines. i fell into a car and you were there. it must have been six in the morning. i don't know what time it was. i sat down. i sat next to you. i sat backward on the train and suddenly . . . i sat down. maybe you were coming from the gym. you were awake and clean and you were wearing a lot of hoods. yr track pants were rubbing against my leg. the music sounded like gym music. and yr hair was shorn. i can almost see you handcuffed to the handholds, splayed at right angles worthy of modernist movements (and in such colour!). what i mean to say is that there is an abstract richness about you.

no, but seriously, the truth of the matter is
it's cold,
i'm hungry,
my pants smell like pee,
and if i saw you accidentally,
i'd probably start to cry.

conjuring and conveying. but it's really weird and kinda hard. cuz on the one hand, i'm really into the materialities of feelings, like, the physical imprints. but on the other hand, i'm basing this on unfounded imagination. elevation is one word. transcendence might be another (but i'm still not certain). commuting, definitely. like, the train, the bridge—in between spaces where you can, like, really hope for that intervention that keeps you from yr destination or takes you to a new one.

i wanted this to be a decision, but now it's just a disadvantage.

lookin at:
atlas sound - quick canal
boat could explore saturn moon
data to expose ghost mountains
deepest volcano caught on pacific ocean video
diller scofidio + renfro - hirshhorn museum bubble
first glimpse of dark matter
fried egg may be impact crater
i blame coco - caesar
jakob hellman
life term for homophobic murder
matias faldbakken
moz apologises for swords, hopes for a steadier 2010
obscur
patti smith at art basel
patti smith at pratt
platonov pavel
spanish dig fails to find grave of poet lorca
stoned wallabies make crop circles
super-earths orbit nearby stars
twist portable espresso machine

listenin to:
beach fossils
el perro del mar - change of heart (rakamonie remix)
family band
millionyoung
mvsclz
notwist - come in
yellowfever

13 December 2009

nocturnes:
i am usually always comparing almost every social relation i have to this and asking myself who is who.

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i'm throwin these keys away
cuz they were never openin
a door you were walkin through
i was never headin home
this way with you
anyway

alone and without money
i could be yr silent film star
and you could animate me with yr piano music
and we could live together bravely and patiently

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every nite on manhattan
every nite on an island
how many?
there are such things as stupid questions
i should know cuz i ask them

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let me
gently
use you

my sex
between
yr eyes

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the way into my pants is through the mixtape transition from black eyes' eternal life to the goxxip's and you know

lookin at:
ancient site reveals signs of mass cannibalism
artist wright wins turner prize
bischof design - designated public urination area
deep space x-rays
elizabeth fraser: the cocteau twins and me
hero zine - callum wilson by leon mark
hubble sees most distant galaxies
humans have six-hour window to erase memories of fear
jim skull
la belle personne
massive attack - paradise circus
pk arkitektar
portishead - chase the tear
shigeki fujishiro design - adidas stansmith remake
sruli recht - carbon dater
taken by trees - anna

listenin to:
boat club
gigi
jónsi - boy lilikoi
memoryhouse
women of the avant-garde

06 December 2009

nocturnes:
class dictates our choice of partners and our choice of positions. when fear, shame and prudery condemn the poor and ignorant to copulate in the dark, it must be obvious that sexual sophistication is a by-product of education. the primal nakedness of lovers is a phenomenon of the middle class in cold climates; in northern winters, naked lovers must be able to afford to heat their bedrooms.
—angela carter

one dressed and one not. what does this say about me? obviously. you are clean and well-dressed and you've just emerged from yr hotel room. sneakers and a brightly coloured backpack. some sort of woolen topcoat. nice jeans.

and i'm:


panic of the square

anxiety of articulation
jimi hendrix's boyfriend


in dreams (nov)
i'm at a wedding with el perro del mar, lykke li, and robyn. el perro gives me a big kiss that leaves lippie stains on my face.


lookin at:

another man - decadence to dystopia by leblon
best lgbt books of 2009: 56 writers select their favourites
delphic - doubt
dtours
feld hommes - aj & steffen by markus pritzi
kit men keung - long-d dual time wall clock
leon mark
lhoas & lhoas architectes
luxury scandinavian wilderness
marilyn monroe film shows actress smoking marijuana
skunk bigger psychosis risk than other cannabis types
sweden woman's murder committed by elk not husband
tori amos on midwinter graces, family connections, and the birth of light
vnfold zine - cockfight

listenin to:

giana factory
hollow tongues
o. children
reading rainbow
spider and the webs
unkle