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Free Philip Glass

In List, Music, Universe on January 11, 2010 at 6:27 am

“I believe that when we are in the presence of interpreted music, we are watching the creative process as it happens. It is a very special moment. It’s something that, while scientists are looking deep into space, looking for the moment of creation – how can we do that in our ordinary lives? I think we do it when we look at sports, when we look at music, when we look at dance. It’s a moment when we can participate in that moment of creation. It’s a powerful, powerful moment.” –Philip Glass

free mp3s here

In spite of man, he crumbles

In Philosophy, Poetry, Universe on October 11, 2009 at 2:37 am

Song of Solomon 6:10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?

Love & Peace & Bar

In Music, Sex, Universe on October 6, 2009 at 5:44 pm

Kim Laughton

Kim Laughton

“For years I had recorded hours of tapes of my teenage band, prank phone calls, studio demo tapes, synthesizer blurbles, and various recordings of an unusual nature. I wanted all this hard work to be heard, and I loved distributing my tapes simply to annoy people and sometimes even to enlighten or entertain them . . . It was my response to a world that seems always to have told me that I am small and worthless. Putting out music for the hell of it was my way of giving the finger to a universe indifferent to my existence.” –John Trubee, from You Too Can Be a Recording Star!

Some strange gravity

In Poetry, Religion, Universe on September 13, 2009 at 8:53 pm

For Elizabeth
Jim Carroll

It is winter ending on earth. The planets align tomorrow in March and grow more distant from the sun and each other like stray, worn soldiers retreating from an enemy that no longer exists. It is a mild spring in purgatory. In green limbo the children whose foreheads are dry, whose hands do not grow, are transformed themselves to seasons of birds circling an obelisk of shivering mercury. None are allowed prey, none are allowed heaven’s crooked beak. They are radiant swallows with thorns for tongues to feed on the shifting mercury from the mythology of God’s hand, which I cannot break, even now, under this tearful scrutiny. I’ve tried. I’ve tried. I am allowing to pass through me a statement of death. You, the catalyst of such distorted memory. In that limbo the children move in some strange gravity within and outside Grace. Their Lord is angry. They have died with their innocence untested. None knows what it has been or will be ~ each day it changes without changing ~ do you understand what I am saying? It is the life you chose on this Earth, the life of junk and lies. But that wasn’t You, I knew You ~ you had perfect lips, eyes like a true child, your breasts unformed, an incandescent mind. This place where I put you now, it is a cursed season, an awkward line, a flawed circle, a snake on fire devouring what tomorrow it will itself become.

Eric Thompson "Jim Carroll"

Eric Thompson "Jim Carroll"

Where did you come from?

In Confessional, History, Universe on July 22, 2009 at 3:00 am

Antique map of the world by Stoopendaal

And where the fuck am I?

Heavy is the crown

In Confessional, Household, Universe on July 21, 2009 at 12:06 am

A woman’s hair is her crowning glory, my grandmother always said.

Chema Madoz

Chema Madoz

She also once told me she felt like she was drowning. We had been washing dishes together in silence, her hands wrist-deep in suds.  I placed the plate I’d been drying in the rack and leaned over the sink on tiptoe to look out the window at the star-speckled sky. Searched for the Milky Way, scanned for the moon.

Crescent Earth

In History, Music, Universe on July 5, 2009 at 11:25 pm

I Wish I Was the Moon

this post dedicated to Crispin Best, who is interested in and sad about the moon.

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