Sunday, December 31, 2006

Happy New Year


In 2007, my wife, Estel, wants Brooklyn to stop the mullet.

Friday, December 29, 2006

The Scenario Was Hopelessly Tangled

"Freeze, don't move
You've been chosen as an extra in the movie adaptation
of the sequel to your life." S. Malkmus

Coughing fits and Nyquil binges and spitting at stangers (blinkblink), Please send me a glossy of Walt Whitman. I've gotta get off this mountain. James Brown's last words were 'I'm going away'. I don't know what Gerald Ford's last words were, but they wouldn't be found in a collapsibe baton in a laptop bag. I have listened to every album by Sparklehorse then walked miles into Brooklyn into new constructions and grafitti into take out menus into very skinny people into abstract that seemed like some beauty racked like pool balls with holiday joy. I didnt want to ask anything of anyone but allow the staticfragilerumblecrushcountry of Mark Linkous to karaoke me to some take on tenderness. Sashay, maybe, most likely, stumble. A yeah yeah yeah then a yeah yeah nope.

Thursday, December 28, 2006

Lester's Pet Thousand Headphone Masterpiece

Yes, it's true, Lester Shue is starting a new band. The band's name will be:

AXL For The PAXIL.

What is needed are people willing to promote, manage, artwork, and play in the band. I will supply the lyrics and the throat. The sound will be Guided by Voices meets Cody ChesnuTT while eating with Brian Wilson.

Please Email:hightopfade@hotmail.com

Yes yes yes

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Lead Us Not Into Temptation

"In order to play, one needs magic and.....": Carla Harryman


By Elisabeth Workman
"City Plan F"

ergo a brief encounter with geraniums in a courtyard, both public and difficult to find, offering its rumors selectively, where first thoughts flash collectively across static surfaces -- a crooked rearview mirror, a pond with fat fish, an orange smelling tabletop. Two kisses left before your time runs out, tiger face. Not for the faint-of-heart, flattery here is indentured to the wine that exudes a raunchy musk. Must we. Always. Boy flickers into man, makes fractions of fathoms, takes tulips from ottomans, puts everything fertile out front. Like it or the city. A conversation between light and fractures, till fresh taste be taken from that clearness. Here, both fantasy and forgetting are soluble in the book of the unsaid. My favorite monk with ruby lips said so. My dear, it's true -- let's frolic in the mulch, fuck in fuchsia, then sing finnish songs of blood in the cloud in the cake, those sad songs that so turn me on so that every word is somehow filial

By Harryette Mullen

"Any Lit"

You are a ukulele beyond my microphone

You are a Yukon beyond my Micronesia

You are a union beyond my meiosis

You are a unicycle beyond my migration

You are a universe beyond my mitochondria

You are a Eucharist beyond my Miles Davis

You are a euphony beyond my myocardiogram

You are a unicorn beyond my Minotaur

You are a eureka beyond my maitai

You are a Yuletide beyond my minesweeper

You are a euphemism beyond my myna bird

You are a unit beyond my mileage

You are a Yugoslavia beyond my mind’s eye

You are a yoo-hoo beyond my minor key

You are a Euripides beyond my mime troupe

You are a Utah beyond my microcosm

You are a Uranus beyond my Miami

You are a youth beyond my mylar

You are a euphoria beyond my myalgia

You are a Ukrainian beyond my Maimonides

You are a Euclid beyond my miter box

You are a Univac beyond my minus sign

You are a Eurydice beyond my maestro

You are a eugenics beyond my Mayan

You are a U-boat beyond my mind control

You are a euthanasia beyond my miasma

You are a urethra beyond my Mysore

You are a Euterpe beyond my Mighty Sparrow

You are a ubiquity beyond my minority

You are a eunuch beyond my migraine

You are a Eurodollar beyond my miserliness

You are a urinal beyond my Midol

You are a uselessness beyond my myopia

By C.D. Wright

"Poem from Deepstep Come Shining"

Everyone in their car needs love. Car love. Meat love. Money
love. Pass with care.

Deepstep, Baby. Deepstep.

The boneman said he would take the blinded driver to the river. With
a mirror. And then what.

The boneman said he would take the blinded into a darkened
room. And put a hot-herb poultice on their sightless face.

Mellein for this mullein for that. We called it flannel.

Then leave them there.

The baby sister of the color photographer had a baby girl in the
hills. Born with scooped-out sockets in the head. Born near the
tracks they sprayed with Agent Orange. The railroad's denials,
ditto the army's.

They would have been blue. The eyes. She did not have. Blue
as the chicory in yonder ditch.

We see a little further now and a little further still

She said her lights would be on and they were

Groping around the sleeping house in our gowns

Peeping into the unseen

Beautiful things fill every vacancy







These poets and their poemz may complicate my old pleasures.............

LESTER SHUE Approves or Disapproves:

1)Tumeric: Yes
2)Salt: Yes
3)Pepper: No
4)Garlic Salt: Yes
5)Saffron: Yes
6)Cumin: No
7)Thyme: Yes
8)Mint Flakes: Yes
9)Nutmeg: No
10)Cinnamon: Yes
11)Sage: No
12)Crushed Red Pepper: Yes
13)Bouillion Cubes: No
14)Parsley: Yes
15)Ginger: No
16)Basil: Yes
17)Mustard Seed: Yes
18)Oregano: Yes
19)Paprika: Yes
20)Rosemary: No
21)Scary Spice: Yes

Thursday, December 21, 2006

After the Funiture Responds or How I Wish I Could Come Up With Long Titles like Joshua Marie Wilkinson

THOSE WRONGFULLY NEGLECTED IN LESTER SHUE'S ORIGINAL 2006 TIPTOP MUSIC LIST

"I Run Down the Ramp": Agha Shahid Ali


1) We are Scientists: With Love and Squalor
2) Ghostface Killah: Fishscale
3) Bonnie "prince" Billy: The Letting Go
4)Grizzly Bear: Yellow House
5)Liars: Drums not Dead
6)M.Ward: Post-War
7)Califone: Roots and Crowns
8)Beirut:Gulag Orkestar
9)Peeping Tom: Peeping Tom
10)Xiu Xiu: The Air Force
11)SparkleHorse: Spent for Light Years in the Belly of a Mountain
12)The Feeling: 12 Stops and Home
13)Nas: Hip Hop is Dead
14)The Sleepy Jackson:One was a Spider, one was a Bird
15)The Evens: Get Evens
16)Tortoise and Bonnie "prince" Billy: The Brave and the Bold
17)Elf Power: Back To The Web
18)A Hawk and a Hacksaw: The Way The Wind Blows
19)The Blow: Paper Television
20)Robert Pollard: Normal Happiness

21)Grandaddy broke up........................

Lemme know what you think??????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

The Agony and Now the Ecstasy

LESTER SHUE’S best finest paramount unsurpassed greatest preeminent pinnacle summit peak vital chief supreme unequaled matchless utmost (kind of)(not in any paticular order)list of 2006 Music:

1) The Replacements (Best Of): The Minnesotan garage mess of pop trash. Paul Westerberg aka Grandpaboy and company are treated with a collection that collects 18 tracks with two new tunes.

2)Silver Jews: The countrified ramshacle stumble of Tanglewood Numbers is as happy as a hangover: Yes, It was fun, but how am I feeling Now songs that make you realize behind every smile there is, well, you can imagine. Plus they toured. Welcome back.

3)Destroyer: Destroyer’s Rubies. I love Destroyer. Saw them play in the southwest and since them I have been bearing my aching heart. Daniel Bejar (The New Pornographers and Swan Lake)wrote an album (#7) of Dylanesque songs (meaning the period of Dylan like rolling thunder)that is just the most engrossing album of Destroyer's career since Streethawk.

4)Annuals: Be He Me. Adam Baker. Yes. This North Carolina orchestral joy escape whose songs flirt with waltz classic rock disco chant you name it just makes you oh yesyes. Impressive debut.

5)Pink Mountaintops: Axis of Evol. Steve McBean (also Black Mountain). Seven tracks of evengelical white light and stoner heat on war peace hell sex the end of the world.

6)Active Driveways: Proof for Indio. Whole lotta fuzz sinister and trashy on the low-fi spectrum. Guitars jitter, drumming like body blows, excess urban white noise, cheap keyboards, and other unpredictable instrumentation, and a singer singing in the finest tradition of vocalization: He talks. A must if you can find it.

7)Sunset Rubdown: Shut Up I am Dreaming. Spencer Krug (Wolf Parade) Slippery, physical, whispery, sad, fable-like songs for an album that just demands the head space and phones.

There is definitely more albums worthy of mention, so let me know.

Monday, December 18, 2006

Barack Obama

Last night my wife said, "It's fun to say Barack Obama."

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She wouldn't leave me alone about it.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

The Knicks

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Saturday, December 16, 2006

In Bedroom Rather Than Elsewhere

"And I have the feeling that people are high-fiving nearby" David Berman

My wife would sleep with Jack Black. She says that he has an inverted nipple, but that's not why she would sleep with him. Robert Pollard is going to release seven albums in the next year. Bedbugs and the word for war. The cat is chewing itself bald on the tail and other places too. I was waiting for the moment when the car idling like something clearing its throat will turn into music. I never once considered myself to be a dare devil even though the costume beckons. When the phone rang, but it was only a vicious rumor. I overheard some man say the human tongue has 14 muscles. A journey is a bad metaphor. Games with numbers make me anxious. There was no robbery because all we lost was our imaginations. Kids running down the street are below my window, above: traffic and satellites. I want to be stunned into remembering and pleasured into forgetting

Further Peaches

1)Tom Cruise
2)Jazz
3) Fetal Alcohol Syndrome
4)Dustin Diamond
5)Bands imitating Joy Division
6)Bands named after animals
7)Blog Names
8)Spork's Contributors Notes
9)Being Not Gay
10)Brooklyn
11) The rotten apple behind my radiator
12) Cat litter
13)Leotards

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Peach Halves or Meditations or in Moderation

"pfsssfssf"
Chris Ware

The end of the year is approaching, and what next? Play Jefferson Airplane's After Bathing at Baxters or read Stanzas in Meditation or touch Pussy Willows or taste peaches or smell someone else's cigarette? I could make a list.

WHAT HAS NOT AGED WELL ACCORDING TO HIS HOLE-IN-THE-SOCKNESS, LESTER SHUE:

list is not in number of importance or---

1) Jeff Koons
2) Pearl Jam
3) The Iraq War (easy one, I know)
4) Ron Silliman
5) The New York Knicks
6) Spin
7) Seinfeld
8) Poetry
9) The color Red
10)The Planet
11)Lester Shue
12)The Institution of Marriage
13)The NYPD
14)Almodovar
15)American Civil Liberties
16)MOMA
17)Lester Shue
18)Sobriety
19)Blogs
20)Manners
21)Health Care
22)SST
23)Mike Tyson
24)Education in the United States
25)Lester Shue
26)???

If I should add or delete any items lemme know.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Drop to floor. Try to Get Under a Heavy Table.

"Trot-trot
past the abattoir" Ron Padgett


There is a limit to kindness, but I have a moustache. I have intimate understandings. I carry a skycraper to work like a lunch box. I never had a lunch box, I had brown paper bags and a far that travels unheeded. Why shouldn't someone listen to (repeatedly) Jesus and Mary Chain's Psycho Candy? I didn't eat lunch today, I ate the noise of one very old woman screaming. Everyone paid attention and no one paid attention. This is Brooklyn. This is where grace increases and....I don't like my friends most of the time. I dont like the friends of my friends much either. Why shouldn't someone listen to FELT as much as possible. I read the newspaper and felt bad for most people. Will someone save Lawrence already! Im afraid people treat all of my words like questions. Holes in my sock, maybe yours too??? Too much cholesterol and too few scratch off winners. I painted my walls white. I don't want to be post anything.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

French Study Cards

"I'll bagsy yours, If You'll bagsy mine."
Echo and the Bunnymen

Her mother's stairwell of light was immediate and insistent. I was, well, on my back, sleeping working like a narcotic (when sleep was all I could say i had done) (if sleeping is doing anything)watching channels pass flash television putting me down. Was it Marisa Tomei I saw? Was that another song I used to enjoy now the soundtrack of a place more exotic than my own and of people too much enjoying the present? Hee Ho hum. I am a citizen of the United States of America. I enjoy my frontal nudity time to time. Is that a chocolate donut? Is that a Brakhage film? My dearsweetnothingness.....ambers and eagles and golden stuff...Why don't I speak another language? Why is grammar a hammer? If this means nothing to you, good. Move on. You weren't supposed to be here anyway.

Friday, December 8, 2006

Trends and Currents that Led Up To

"Oftener." Gertrude Stein

Red letters of liquor. Liquor's red letters. Liquor red letters. Letters liquor red.

Thursday, December 7, 2006

And I'll call you back later

You know it would be different if I were dressed as a deer and running as such with arrows stuck in me.

Sunday, December 3, 2006

Oh! You Pretty Things

Wake up you sleepy head put on some clothes, shake up your bed. Watching television, television watching is our/my decline and my decline continued with me watching celebrity television which for some reason (reasons)i enjoy/have enjoyed for some time. But I have a problem. una problema (?) with the truth dot com ads. It is a difference in philosophy i suppose. Liberal me, but I believe people have the fundamental right to destroy themselves with legal substances i.e., alcohol and cigarettes (even illegal ones, but that is a different post). I hate these preachy, didactic, condescending ads of young people enlightening the public on the dangers of cigarette smoking, on the evils of the tobacco industry. Now, I don't smoke. I can't imagine anyone thinking that the inhalation of smoke is beneficial for them. Sometimes I enjoy the smell of a newly lit cigarette. Most of the time, I just can't handle a smoke-filled anything: room, clothes, breath. All the nightmares came today and it looks as though they're here to stay. The incomparable taste of of ten carefully selected botanical ingredients coupled with a unique distillation process. Distills its spirits alone. The spirit vapor from this ditillation then gently passes through a copper basket containing the botanicals. Be brilliant and inspired. What are we coming to, there's no room for me, no fun for you. The earth is a bitch we've finished our news Homo Sapiens have outgrown their use.

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Wind, Water, Volcanism, and Binoculars

"I've never caught a jewel thief before. It's so stimulating! (Offers him the cold chicken). Alfred Hitchcock

Many bird suffer broken bones in their legs and wings. I have gorillas in my lowlands and later seems a noisy solitary. Hello. I took a cab from the last compliment i gave and drove to where coyotes were lapping at pools and something meandered in a wide delta before it emptied.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

My Occupations

"Je peux rarement voir quelqu'un sans le battre."
Henri Michaux

"I can rarely see anyone without fighting Him"
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Sunday, November 26, 2006

I love your Answering Machine more than you

In 1975 Lou Reed released (much to the horror of his record label) a double album called Metal Machine Music. It was/is an expletive of amplifiers feeding back, bouncing back and forth, at varying speeds for 16:01 minutes times four. Rock and roll animusic. I think Mr. Reed enjoyed, may still enjoy, how this violent piece of electronic composition provokes and disturbs you to degrees of human unbeing. God bless LOu. He unnerstans.

Friday, November 24, 2006

On this spiky, sexy

"the decay of a note struck."
Boyer Rickel

KOf kof kof. sschlack. pssssch. zzzzzkkr. Ok. I have lost that long lasting hold and intense shine. if i were only more orchestral in my antelope-like approach to pleasure or instantenously able to handle what passes for revelation. my friend Bay leaf instructed me connect my breath with the here and now. nowhere. no way nowadays the jukebox is leased, the mug shot has been printed on tank tops, the low key determinations of price range depress, updating the updated prescriptions, being quiet. To leave behind the keys, wallet, credit cards, and walk in a plain sweat suit toward....in a particular direction.



the concept of heavy petting.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Put them in a widnow or even float them in a pond

"Hey kids, shake a leg.
Maybe you're crazy in the head, baby." Michael Stipe.


There is a Picasso and his influences show at the Whitney which I attended filled, as such, like a polyester cushion with 90 % clean behavior. I mean, it is Picasso, the Pablo, "was never called an asshole", the trap air of modern art, the blah blah blah smart people smarter people (than yours truly) could transform your knowledge of this artist into a true extension of your home (as it were). Yes, I paid, I saw, I glazed. a redundant glamourous MALE cascade, that may conceed a few points of easy storage: it is/was a survey of artists (standouts include: stuart davis, jasperjohns Dekooning POllock and in particular: Roy Lichtenstein) that concludes with a rustle a bristle a sticky question mark that felicitously, like a hammer, asks the question: Who else was influenced? and what else do ya got? oh me oh my. If i were Picasso i would have blown up a balloon then asked if anyone would like to suck in my breath.

No Thanksgiving

"Looking perfect as cats"
Robert Smith.

I am a heap of quotations. The shower curtain in the house Im (?) at has a print of a or (the) world on it. very blue. the world has some kind of mildew or mould reproduced on it. cigarettes bathing in ash in an ash tray is the part of the civilization where I am seeking none of the above. perhaps i can translate this as a ringing phone or i can say that i miss my friends while i clean the refrigerator. metaphor is a chore. I like turkey. and stuffing and gravy and pumpkin pie and whiskey and the system of myths I live on. in not necessarily this order I watched the following videos:Rio, Girls on Film, Planet Earth, Electric Barbarella, Skin Trade and my heraldic crest drooped. sorry. This year's thanksgiving winners are: to all of the people this year who gave us wars. to all of the people who stole other peoples' life savings. thank you to all of the people who made the earth a little warmer. thank you to all of the people who thought natural disasters were meant for the poor. thank you to all of the people who used sport enhancement drugs. thank you to all the people who...........you know who you are. Candy apples called me yesterday. he said, "i hate that you have a blog. but if you have one, don't tell me what books you are reading. i could really care less." sure thing. i am just a casual application today. rain. my freedom is caricatured by the absence of my wife. I miss everyones wife. he he he. truly, this thanksgiving grab your fork and the second the blessinbg or the toast is over plunge it into some fleshhy part of the person next to you. they will love you forever as i do.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Civilization and its Discontentious

"My crush is on"
Corrine Fitzpatrick

and so here it is. late as later but sleepingless when New York's finest visited the upstairs apartments of noise darlings on the alcohol tilt. the cops were the baritone of just briskly annoyed and just kep ordering the drunks here and there their steps all over finding the stairwell and the exit the outside before they found a sober person to talk to. the reason for their visit: a window was coughing up a young male body. i love my upstairs people, they just barely grazed by jobs, returning the favor of their youth in velocity and squall yet these victory laps, these nights of blatant throwaways, the dirty chronology, the fabulous momentum: the waste of time.