my favorite song Melody Gardot performed last night
(get past the quality of the video and appreciate it)
because, the light filters through the trees in a way that you’d forgotten, making beautiful silhouettes that you no longer take for granted.
because, we wear our beauty so proudly, most of us achieving that moment before flaunting it, leaving just enough for the imagination. New York bodies…so lithe and beautiful and bathed in sunlight. Who […]
Busy, with an idea for a code, I write
signals hurrying from left to right,
or right to left, by obscure routes,
for my own reasons; taking a word like writes
down tiers of tries until its secret rites
make sense; or until, suddenly, RATS
can amazingly and funnily become STAR
and right to left that small star
is mine, for my own […]
I have an original copy of Mocking Bird Wish Me Luck by Charles Bukowski, purchased at City Lights before I was born or maybe when I was too young to care. It as given to me on loan but never returned, because like the writer says “loaning books encourages theft.” (I have to look up […]
A love poem?
Each morning I reach
my fingers, tentacles of light and sound.
There are daydreams with more scope,
Where the pale flowers still stretch
un-wilted by heat.
Each night I whisper;
your ears are willing accomplices.
Silent as the beating of butterfly wings,
(silent as butterfly wings beat)
that cause tsunamis in the Philippines.
There are much bigger pools to drown in,
none so much […]
The exchange is back for week 9 or 10 or 9…wait…is this becoming a music blog?
New mix up on Muxtape & also available for download at Zshare.
Cover art stolen from BK’s flickr stream.
Panama | Brooklyn Zoo - Ol Dirty Bastard
Cye | Return of the Crooklyn Dodgers - Chubb Rock, OC, Jeru The Damaja
OJ […]
When LizBurr made her muxtape this morning I thought, “Why haven’t I made a themed mixtape” outside of my usual run of the mill these-are-summers-songs-I’m-jamming-to. (Which I made sans links almost exactly a year ago.)
My second inspiration was the Captain’s Crate Retro Soul Summer post a while back. That being said I obviously can’t take […]
I still remember the day I first downloaded Emiliana Torrini’s Fisherman’s Woman last year all the way down to the exact outfit I was wearing. I was staying with my friend in Bushwick at the time (during my two months of couch surfing) and had taken the day off. Instead of working I’d spent the […]
by Pinkie Gordon Lane
It is the color of light,
The shape of sound high in the evergreens
It lies suspended in hills,
A blue line in a red sky.
I am looking at sound.
I am hearing the brightness
Of high bluffs and almond trees
I am tasting the wilderness
of lakes, rivers, and streams
Caught in an angle of song.
I am remembering water
That […]
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