Monday, November 5, 2007

RUN RUN RUN

"You gotta run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two"/LOU REED

NOW, POST-MARATHON, THE STREETS ARE JUST FLATTENED GREEN GATORADE CUPS AND POLICE BARRICADES. I FORGET WHEN I TALK TO PEOPLE THAT I DON'T HAVE ANY HAIR. THE LIGHT IS BECOMING PALER. THE NEW YORK TIMES SHOULD HAVE COMICS. THE BOOKS OF POETRY I READ SHARE THE SAME TONE.






Sunday, November 4, 2007

LESTER SHUE IS NOT DEAD

TRUST ME, HE ISN'T.

MORE TO COME

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

RUPEY


Dow Jones Deal Gives Murdoch a Coveted Prize

Rupert Murdoch finally won his long-coveted prize yesterday, gaining enough support from the deeply divided Bancroft family to buy Dow Jones & Company, publisher of The Wall Street Journal and one of the world’s most respected news sources, for $5 billion. For Mr. Murdoch, the verdict represents the pinnacle of his long career building the News Corporation into a $70 billion media empire that already includes more than 100 newspapers worldwide, satellite broadcast operations, the Fox television network, the online social networking site MySpace and many other parts. Combined with the planned beginning of the Fox business news channel in October, the purchase of Dow Jones makes Mr. Murdoch the most formidable figure in business news coverage in this country, perhaps worldwide. It also gives a larger voice in national affairs to an owner whose properties often mirror his own conservative politics.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

PROBLEMAS

I have been having serious problems posting. Any suggestions?

Saturday, July 28, 2007

BUNNY



“Pop Art, the most significant "unknown artist," post-war period, "collagist extraordinaire’: Elvis Presley, James Dean, Shirley Temple, Marilyn Monroe; "moticos" panels; "tesserrae work; and Zen Buddhism. In his mailings, he introduced chance by inviting a recipient of his mailings to send the material to another person: active "mail art.” He began to write "Please send to..." Soon called the "New York Correspondance (sic) School," Johnson was attacked in lower Manhattan. Moved. Locust Valley, Long Island, reclusiveness in what he called a "small white farmhouse with a Joseph Cornell attic." While maintaining his profile by communicating via mail art and the telephone... In 1961 he initiated his "Nothings," and continued to stage them throughout his life. carefully wrought suicide on Friday the 13th, 1995 – “


I have enjoyed the work of Ray Johnson for years. My knuckles are itchy.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

EMPHASIS

For Ten days or so, I vacationed in the Southwest. Here is the audio diary.



















































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































Thursday, July 19, 2007

SOAP DISH


AXLE FOR THE PAXIL have broken up! We apologize to our fans.


The remaining members of A.F.T.P. have formed a new supergroup from the wet beer bottle rings of the former. The new group will be called COLOSSAL CHEEK.


If anyone would like to join (we need drums, turntables, samplers, artwork etc) please contact LESTER SHUE.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Vacation


Tonight I leave for the desert. I am hoping that the time apart from Brooklyn will be a commercially successful female group. Like the Go-Go's.


"Can't seem to get my mind off of you Back here at home there's nothin' to do Now that I'm awayI wish I'd stayed Tomorrow's a day of mine that you won't be in When you looked at me I should've run But I thought it was just for fun I see I was wrong And I'm not so strong I should've known all along that time would tell A week without you Thought I'd forget Two weeks without you and I Still haven't gotten over you yet


Vacation All I ever wanted

Vacation

Had to get away

Vacation

Meant to be spent alone


A week without you Thought I'd forget
Two weeks without you and I
Still haven't gotten over you yet"

Friday, July 13, 2007

BIll Knott


Question: "Who is the worst “bad guy” in all poetry?"
Answer : "Me. (Huh!)"

Bill Knott


William Kilborn Knott or "Saint Geraud"
(a pseudonym taken from the name of the director of a sex-riddled orphanage, lecherous title-character of an obscure 18th century French pornographic novel called Le Tartuffe Libertin The Lascivious Hypocrite) is a poet. He is also an associate professor at the Writing, Literature & Publishing Faculty of Emerson College in Boston.

I am certain most people who are interested in poetry and in the work of this particular poet know of this blog, but I am always the last person to board the train.....just how it is....

Knott has posted his entire catalog of poems to a blog, citing dissatisfaction with the print world and considering his poetry "failed" as "none of [it] achieved any popularity or significant critical acclaim".

Bill, it has not (sorry about the pun). The work holds up.
It is romantic, surreal, funny, metaphysical, witty, sad, and tender.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

TAKING DRUG TO MAKE MUSIC TO TAKE DRUGS TO


Possibly one of the most honest album titles ever.

The Spacmen 3: english, pre-shoegazer, minimal, droning, soft or thunderous, spoken (almost sung) vocals psychedlic rock band.

Think Velvet Underground sleeping with Sun Ra who in turn invites Muddy Waters for further yesyes and having only the voice of Bob Mould to describe the experience.

I recently borrowed this album from the public library. What a “gravelly” plunge of deep nod. I can remember more than I thought I could.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

LINES BORROWED FOR YOUR USE # 3



"Shiitake mushroom emotional milkshake.": BUCK Downs

"Refuse ephemerally": Jesse Seldess

"I have a pile of logs and nothing to compare its shape to": Julie Doxsee

"Sometimes metaphors seem lazy": Chris Tonelli

"It's important to remember we left paradise on purpose because the soil was dirty and the actual was vague": Jane Gregory

"Amusing how the river begins with me and ends at you" Jen Tynes & Erika Howsare

"When nervous, I eat things and want the fault to be Connecticut": Samuel Amadon

"I want no paradise only to be drenched in the down pour of words": Charles Bernstein

"Or did we toast the militant roses": John Yau

"Awakening is the parachute jump from the dream": Tomas Transtromer

Monday, July 9, 2007


Yes, Robert Mitchum.

I watched the original Cape Fear (black and white), (film noir), (1962), on TV the other night, and I was very much moved by Mitchum’s performance.

Mitchum plays the character Max Cady. Max Cady is a criminal who serves 8 years in the penitentiary, jail, slammer, pen, big house, cooler, joint, can, hoosegow for attacking a young woman. He spends those eight years (presumably) thinking about the testimony that convicted him, and the man who testified against him. Revenge, baby, revenge.

Director J. Lee Thompson whose directorial career included such cinematic gems like Conquest of the Planet of the Apes (1972), Battle for the Planet of the Apes (1973), and some Charles Bronson flicks: 10 to Midnight (1983), and The Evil That Men Do (1984), among many films in four decades or so of some of the most critically-derided filmmaking. Cape Fear was his magnum opus.

The original Cape fear is beautifully infatuated with its own obsessiveness. From the characters, to the atmosphere, and even the musical score, but Mitchum's Cady stands out.

Looming, sassy, muscular, prowling, seductive, Mitchum gives a much more nuanced performance than the Henry Rollinsesque performance by Robert Deniro in the 1992 (?) Scorsese remake.

(In spite of yourself) He made you like the bad guy.

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

INDEPENDENCE DAY


In celebration of our nation's "assumption"
of independent
"statehood", let us find ways to
get AM FINE back to writing
her blog, EPISTLE WHIPPED

Reasons for her to Continue Blogging:

1) Your profile views might reach the triple digits.

2) All the joy explaining the title of your blog.

3) The only one to respond to LESTER SHUE'S hypnotic posts.

4) Sonic Youth will be available at your local Starbucks

5) You emit light we sometimes have trouble generating ourselves

6) Akinesia

7) The color of Thistle

8) "Is there no one who feels like a pair of pants?”: Kenneth Koch




















Tuesday, July 3, 2007

CORPORATION IS SEX



Sonic Youth will soon release a compilation via Starbucks. In addition to presumed input from Beck, Jeff Tweedy, Marc Jacobs, Portia de Rossi, and Michelle Williams the limited edition Hits Are for Squares will also include choice Sonic Youth cuts selected by the likes of Eddie Vedder, Dave Eggers, DAVID Cross, and Chloe Sevigny. Peruse the liner notes and you will also find quotes from these curators regarding their selections. Technically a joint effort between Starbucks Entertainment and Universal Special Markets, Hits will be available for squares at Starbucks locations in select cities-- NYC, Chicago, Seattle, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Boston, Philadelphia, and DC-- and online at the Starbucks label website, Hear Music.


Monday, July 2, 2007

ASK AND YOU SHALL.....


Robert Hass's first book in ten years, Time and Materials: Poems 1997-2005, will go on sale this October.

Here's one of the shorter poems near the beginning of the collection:

"Winged and Acid Dark"

A sentence with "dappled shadow" in it. Something not sayable spurting from the morning silence, secret as a thrush. The other man, the officer, who brought onions and wine and sacks of flour, the major with the swollen knee, wanted intelligent conversation afterward. Having no choice, she provided that, too. Potsdamerplatz, May 1945. When the first one was through he pried her mouth open. Bashō told Rensetsu to avoid sensational materials. If the horror of the world were the truth of the world, he said, there would be no one to say it and no one to say it to. I think he recommended describing the slightly frenzied swarming of insects near a waterfall. Pried her mouth open and spit in it.We pass these things on, probably, because we are what we can imagine. Something not sayable in the morning silence. The mind hungering after likenesses. "Tender sky," etc., curves the swallows trace in air.

WHEN THE SUN CAME IN THROUGH THE WINDOW




"Pain is nailed to the landscape in time." Susan Howe

Sunday, July 1, 2007

SOO SQUEEZEY



"OF RON SILLIMAN'S THOUSAND-AND-ONE DICTA TJANTING, ONE I FIND IRKSOME IS (AND I ADMIRE MANY OF HIS DICTA) IS THAT THE MOST POLITICAL THING YOU CAN DO IS FACE THE LANGUAGE. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? I APPRECIATE THE RETURN OF REFLEXIVITY TO THE WRITER'S LINGUISTIC PROVINCE, BUT DOES THAT MEAN, THE PROVINCE OF THE WRITER IS LANGUAGE PERIOD? WHAT OF WHAT AGEE NAMED "THE SORROW, THE EFFORT AND THE UGLINESS OF THE BEAUTIFUL WORLD"? IF I ROLFED MY OWN LANGUAGE, IF I TUENED ON IT WITH A VENGEANCE, I DOUBT IT WOULD EVER WALK AGAIN, EVER HOPE TO CROSS THE COUNTRY AGAIN BEARING SOME NEW WORD TO THE OLD WORLD. OR OLD WORLD TO THE NEW WORLD. BUT MY REAL DIFFERENCE WITH THIS ONE CLAIM IS THAT IT IS STRICTLY SCIENTIFIC. IT IS ENGROSSED SOLELY WITH TECHNIQUE." C.D. WRIGHT

Saturday, June 30, 2007

THAT'S DRIVEN INTO


I am on vacation, a new key signature. It is sunny and less than crashing down. Shortpants Romance gave me my first summer bouquet: a book on ray johnson's work, a throbbing gristle album, a vitamin water, and a one sentence speech on why the world needs another Robert Hass book of poems. He said, "because he finds..."


Soo...............................



"All the new thinking is about loss. In this it resembles all the old thinking.The idea, for example, that each particular erases the luminous clarity of a general idea. That the clown-faced woodpecker probing the dead sculpted trunk of that black birch is, by his presence, some tragic falling off from a first world of undivided light. Or the other notion that, because there is in this world no one thing to which the bramble of blackberry corresponds, a word is elegy to what it signifies.We talked about it late last night and in the voiceof my friend, there was a thin wire of grief, a tone almost querulous. After a while I understood that, talking this way, everything dissolves: justice, pine, hair, woman, you and I. There was a woman I made love to and I remembered how, holding her small shoulders in my hands sometimes, I felt a violent wonder at her presence like a thirst for salt, for my childhood river with its island willows, silly music from the pleasure boat, muddy places where we caught the little orange-silver fish called pumpkinseed. It hardly had to do with her. Longing, we say, because desire is fullof endless distances. I must have been the same to her.But I remember so much, the way her hands dismantled bread, the thing her father said that hurt her, what she dreamed. There are moments when the body is as numinous as words, days that are the good flesh continuing. Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings, saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry. "

Sunday, June 17, 2007

OTHERHOW

Morgan Schuldt, editor critic professor, sent me a copy of his new (and first chapbook) entitled Otherhow. Otherhow was published by Justin Marks of Kitchen Press. "Kitchen Press is a micro-press run out of Hell's Kitchen, NYC, and is a member of CLMP. It's purpose is to publish quality handmade chapbooks by emerging poets." Side note: it heartens me to pink tickles knowing that presses like Mr. Mark's exist and are, in fact, flourishing. Having been raised in the tradition of punk, the whole d.i.y. philosophy is something I encourage. Mr Schuldt also was in town for a reading with Keith Newton, Chris Tonelli & Dustin Williamson at Jimmy's No. 43 Stage* 43 East 7th Street between 2nd & 3rd Avenues, the East Village where he read poems from Otherhow.

And to the poems.

"How, sometimes towerable, meaning sings to us"

Where I work is three short stops into Brooklyn on the J or M line. Every morning and every dusk, I keep my eye out for this one particular building or should I say this idea of a building. The building is only a structure, apparently gutted by fire? (there are black stains on what is left which is some support frames gossiping with a collapse of brick glass and other dubris.) I love looking at it, even glimpsing at it at subway speed. Men have been hired to "clean it up" presumably to build on it again (this is Brooklyn). I love looking at this building because it keeps me wondering what it was/is/will be. Somehow this building is seductively complete in its dismantlement.

This brings me to Mr. Schuldt's writing.

A lyrical temperament that works in phrasal units, Otherhow is a collection or a "sum of destructions" that brood and bloom in the cracks or slippages in language. The poems seems to focus on "meaning" i.e. relationships: semantical, romantic, artistic, philosophical etc. Otherhow shows us how meaning is restless and promiscous, and that paradoxically, sometimes instability may be the only force that keeps everything together.

"Meaning to. Meaning hot too--a blamed

span stammering, the stammered stearing
between this & that, which is the spade-work

of seemultanaity."

This excerpt (also made manifest in the other 15 pages of the chappy) is an example of what I find so rewarding in the chapbook as a whole: how your understanding is constantly shifting word to word, and within the word; how syntax separates and divides continually offering revised conclusions and new beginnings; how playful the word play is by utilizing punning, entendres, alliteration, assonance, amongst many other strategies.

It seems to me that those that may describe this style of poetry (and it can be frustrating) as preoccupied with its own machinations and kinking, but those people are readers that are unwilling or unable to put forth the time and concentration that this poetry demands.

There is always the question of influence. I see traces of Charles Wright, Volkman, Hopkins, Celan, Mullen, Berryman, and McHugh. But Otherhow is its own beast. Many of these writers Mr. Schuldt has written critically and eloquently about in the past.

I know Mr. Schuldt has a book length manuscript forthcoming in the fall entitled Verge (Parlor Press: Free Verse Editions, 2007)

I look forward to reading the full length and to see which direction in the years to come Mr. Schuldt will take his writing. For now,

"Little red likelihooded
that I lust so much."

Friday, June 15, 2007

BEEN IN THE STORM SOO LONG....


IT IS GETTING TO THAT TIME WHEN I AM GOING TO DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT.

Monday, June 11, 2007

QUOTE # 1

"The fact is I’m really bored by contemporary poems that are just playing with language for its own sake. The notion of a poem as merely an aesthetic object, to be dissected by a few robots in-the-know—robots who’ve read X,Y, and Zukofsky—seems not only played out, but irresponsible."

MATT HART

Saturday, June 2, 2007

LESTER SHUE'S BOOK BAG AND SOUNDTRACK

Summer is here and the time is right.........................................

Book Bag:

1) Morgan Lucas Schuldt: Otherhow
2) Michael Gizzi: My Terza Rima
3) Elizabeth Willis: Meteoric Flowers
4) Jonah Winter: The Continuing Misadventures of Andrew, the Headless Talking Bear
5) Henry Rollins: Get In the Van: The Story of Black Flag

Soundtrack:

1) The National
2) A Sunny Day in Glasgow
3) Of Montreal
4) Beach Boys
5) Handsome Furs

Apologies for my non-verbiality. I just seemed to feel better without words.>>>>

Thursday, May 3, 2007

LESTER SHUE'S MUSINGS # 7


"I ain't jealous of the way you're livin''

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

LESTER SHUE'S MUSINGS # 7


"America your head's too big, Because America, Your belly's too big
And I love you, I just wish you'd stay where you is

In America, The land of the free, they said, And of opportunity, In a just and a truthful way
But where the president, Is never black, female or gay, And until that day
You've got nothing to say to me, To help me believe."

Sunday, April 22, 2007

LINES BORROWED FOR YOUR USE # 3

"Shiitake mushroom emotional milkshake.": BUCK Downs

"Refuse ephemerally": Jesse Seldess

"I have a pile of logs and nothing to compare its shape to": Julie Doxsee

"Sometimes metaphors seem lazy": Chris Tonelli

"It's important to remember we left paradise on purpose because the soil was dirty and the actual was vague": Jane Gregory

"Amusing how the river begins with me and ends at you" Jen Tynes & Erika Howsare

"When nervous, I eat things and want the fault to be Connecticut": Samuel Amadon

"I want no paradise only to be drenched in the down pour of words": Charles Bernstein

"Or did we toast the militant roses": John Yau

"Awakening is the parachute jump from the dream": Tomas Transtromer

W.C.W.


"The speed of the emotions is sometimes such that thrashing about in a thin exaltation or despair many matters are touched but not held, more often broken by the contact."

Friday, April 20, 2007

LESTER SHUE'S MUSINGS # 6


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Sunday, April 15, 2007

LESTER SHUE'S MUSING # 5






"I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink No,no,no. I'm so tired I don't know what to do I'm so tired my mind is set on you I wonder should I call you but I know what you'd do You'd say I'm putting you on But it's no joke, it's doing me harm You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain You know it's three weeks, I'm going insane You know I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind I'm so tired, I'm feeling so upset Although I'm so tired I'll have another cigarette" : J. Lennon

Thursday, April 5, 2007

LESTER SHUE'S MUSINGS # 4




"The art of losing isn't hard to master": E. Bishop

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Chocolate Jesus


"Dont go to church on sundayDont get on my knees to pray Dont memorize the books of the bible I got my own special wayBut I know jesus loves meMaybe just a little bit moreI fall on my knees every sundayAt zerelda lees candy storeWell its got to be a chocolate jesusMake me feel good insideGot to be a chocolate jesusKeep me satisfiedWell I dont want no anna zabbaDont want no almond joyThere aint nothing betterSuitable for this boyWell its the only thingThat can pick me upBetter than a cup of goldSee only a chocolate jesusCan satisfy my soulWhen the weather gets roughAnd its whiskey in the shadeIts best to wrap your saviorUp in cellophaneHe flows like the big muddyBut thats okPour him over ice creamFor a nice parfaitWell its got to be a chocolate jesusGood enough for meGot to be a chocolate jesusGood enough for meWell its got to be a chocolate jesusMake me feel good insideGot to be a chocolate jesusKeep me satisfied".....Tom Waits
I am not sure How I feel about this. Watching an interview with the artist in question didn't help matters much. I realize the everything is subject to and for art, but (for me) It also begs the question, is nothing sacred?

Sunday, March 18, 2007

ADMISSION


I LOVE THIS FUCKER.....

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Weather Wherever




I went to the Pete's reading last night. Took the bus, sprinted, fell down (once, almost twice) and arrived late. Despite the trauma or in spite of the trauma, I enjoyed myself.


Yes, the poets were fine, but what caught my attention was the host, Ms. Browning. Countless have been the number of times I have attended readings where the host introduces a writer by either reading a shiny list of publishing credits or offers some too-personal story: a recollection an embarrassing anecdote; or leaves for the audience a thicket of author praise to extricate themselves from.


To the point: I found her intros to be more interesting (in some cases: especially the fox) than the poems themselves which isn't intended to insult any of the writers, but to heap some praise sugar on Pete's true sweet, Ms. Browning.

Friday, March 16, 2007

Walt Says..........





Be Among the men the women the multitude for.....


Jennifer Michael Hecht, Theresa Sotto, Julian Billups, Tony Mancus and
Mark Horosky

This Friday--March 16th-- 7pm

FREE!

Jennifer Michael Hecht is the author of books on philosophy, history,
and poetry. Her most recent poetry collection, Funny (University of
Wisconsin), won the Felix Pollak Prize; her debut The Next Ancient
World (Tupelo) was awarded the Norma Farber First Book Award by the
Poetry Society of America. Her newest book of history and philosophy,
The Happiness Myth (HarperCollins), is due out this April.

Theresa Sotto's recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in Spinning
Jenny, Coconut, Shampoo, Typo, and ZYZZYVA . A chapbook of her poems
will be published in the Coconut Chapbook Series in Spring 2007. She
lives in Santa Monica, CA.

Julian Parke Billups' poems have appeared in Colorado Review, AGNI
online, Barrow Street, Salt Hill, and others. His manuscript, 'The
Repetition of Which,' is, he thinks, with just a couple more deleted
words and tightened line breaks, with an added article or two, and the
complete omission of the capital "I," finally finished. He lives and
works in Manhattan.

Tony Mancus writes with an eye trained on the glaringly obvious. His
work is consistently uneven. He teaches and works as a part time
editor and lives in Sunnyside, Queens. He sometimes wears a beard
while he writes, other times he takes it off and leaves it sunning on
the windowsill.

Mark Horosky is mostly like an elusive gray fox.


Only at Pete's Candy Store
709 Lorimer Street, Williamsburg, Brooklyn
(718) 302-3770

"L" to Lorimer, "G" to Metropolitan.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Sunday, March 11, 2007

BREWDOGS




A COLOQUIAL EXPRESSION (USED IN THIS CASE IN THE SOUTHWEST I.E. TUCSON, ARIZONA) RELATING TO THE CONSUMPTION OF ALCOHOL BEVERAGES: BEER. THIS EXPRESSION IS FAVORED BY THE POETS RESIDING THERE.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

THE GIFT, THE GIVING

And my glad hands and giddy eyes are making much praise of the Octopus chapbooks they recieved a few days ago. Mathias Svalina and Zachary Schomburg et al have produced a snazzy collection of eight separately bound chapbooks presented (affordably (28.00) and deliciously) together. Octopus Books publishes two full-length books of poems every year, in addition to solicited chapbooks, broadsides from poems published in Octopus Magazine, and other heroics.

Also a plump porkchop of Congratulations to Adam Chiles on the publication of his first book of poems. Details Forthcoming.

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Post, Toast, Boast.

I saw a seagull flying like struggle in this morning's snow fall. The words "flying like struggle" don't make as much sense to me now as it did when I was on the M train heading into Brooklyn. I enjoy seagulls more in the city than by the shore.

It is worth mentioning some upcoming events:

The Burning Chair Readings Brooklyn Poetry Bazaar will take place Saturday March 10th, from 2;30-7 at Galapagos in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.


The event will feature Fanny Howe, Rod Smith, Anselm Berrigan, Karen Weiser, Christian Hawkey, Jess Mynes, Farid Matuk, Susan Briante, Anna Moschovakis, Matvei Yankelevich & Ben Mazer, with music from I Feel Tractor.

Directions to Galapagos:
70 North 6th Street
between Kent and Wythe
Detailed directions available here: http://www.galapagosartspace.com/directions.html


AND PETE'S CANDY STORE:

March 16 – Mark Yakich & Jennifer Michael Hecht & Theresa Sotto

Saturday, March 3, 2007

REUNIONERS


If memory serves, I think Mathias Svalina discussed this in one of his blog entries. In the spirit of copycat, I will too. The reunions: a.The act of reuniting. b. The state of being reunited. 2. A gathering of the members of a group who have been separated: Pixies, The Police, Bauhaus, Dinosaur jr., Gang of Four, Sisters of Mercy,The Stooges, Slint (?), The Cars (Ocasekless), Lemonheads.......I am not for reunions. At all. Let the past be (what it shall be (hmmmm?). The motivation seems to be dollars and cents as if these (in some cases) 90's alt music acts want yearn desire from a bitter root to cash in on the nostalgia of their listeners.............Just what we needed.

Friday, March 2, 2007

THE DAVID BYRNE MEDITATIONS

"From here to the moon is risin' like a discotheque": David Byrne

There is no reason for posting David Byrne's face except that it strikes me as very clean. After rain that came to my attention after sleep, a hard rain full of witnesses, scenarios, taxis and utterances and a warning that said its a violation of Federal law to use in a manner inconsistent with its labeling, I walked outside into sunshine so bright: rude. But who would think that the sun is rude? Think of photosynthesis, tanning, solar powered machinery, rainbows in soap bubbles, and shadows. With the sun bearing down on me like a daydream the weight of a kitchen, I generated face. My face was just accepted that that’s the way it would be.