Monday, September 21, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
2 recent poem letter type things or Why The fuck Am I So Fucking Emo?
1. Hey Mark
me:
sometimes you have the power
to knock me over
with the slightest turn of your hand.
it scares me how i respond.
i feel so broken already,
it scares me how i fall.
remember please
i'm made of paper
spit
and the driest
of brittled leaves.
i crunch and shatter under
your
footfalls.
mark:
"thanks for the poem, it's lovely.
though i disagree with your characterization of yourself as being made of paper, leaves and spit. you are made of grit, booze, and the tears of the Micromenetus dilatatus."
2. Dorothy Parker and a Semester Abroad
it's fact that i've never seen anyone who looked quite so amazing stepping out of a shower...
Some Dorothy Parker Poem
they laid their hands upon my head
they stroked my cheek and brow
and time could heal a heart they said
and time could dim a vow
and they were pitiful and mild
who whispered to me then
"the heart that breaks in april child
will mend in May again"
oh many a mended heart they knew
so old they were and wise
and little did they have to do
to come to me with lies!
who flings me silly talk of may
shall meet a bitter soul
for june was nearly spent away
before my heart was whole.
...
You are Dorothy Parker after all Christopher.
I am your poem.
Only I was created in April, and
destroyed in May.
See? You have the power of creation and destruction,
just as the poet.
Fuck, i didn't mean that to sound bitter.
I shall never know the like of you again i think.
I hope you are doing well.
...
"Whatever poison's in this bottle will leave me broken, sore, and stiff.
But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at; he owes me one last wish,
So here's a present to let you know I still exist;
I hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips
But I've got a plan (I got a plan)
Drink for forty days and forty nights.
A sip for every second-hand tick.
And every time you're fed me the line, "you mean so much to me..."
I'm without you.
[Chorus x2]
Tell all the English boys you meet, about the American boy back in the states,
the American boy you used to date
who would do anything you say."
...
FUCK! I hate how emo you made me.
I'm supposed to be grown up.
...
A letter I wrote to a boy who had no interest in me
you. no, the other you.
i'm feeling a sort of utter defeat today, the kind that breaks men's resolve for good sometimes. it is, perhaps, this weakened state that makes me say, "fuck it, write something to him", or perhaps the poet is incapable of restraint, perhaps i am incapable of good sense. i do not expect that you would look past a complete lack of interest to talk with me. i think that my attraction and the most diaphanous of threads connecting my imagination to you compels me though (you wouldnt even remember) probably beyond any actual knowledge to a kind of platonic meme that you don't actually inhabit... oh the tats and the intellect and the eyes that rip souls to shreds. what is attraction but representation? i hope its more primal than that. god i hope for a world with real truth that i know doesn't exist, and beauty that is more than just biology. okay, i've already written too much, but i have expressed myself... as i am wont to do, regardless of anyone else's inclinations. drunken. i now return to the hollows that wood elves inhabit when men walk the spaces between trees. i shall not bother you again with this nonsense.
dualism is bullshit, but you know this.
(he never responded.)
i'm feeling a sort of utter defeat today, the kind that breaks men's resolve for good sometimes. it is, perhaps, this weakened state that makes me say, "fuck it, write something to him", or perhaps the poet is incapable of restraint, perhaps i am incapable of good sense. i do not expect that you would look past a complete lack of interest to talk with me. i think that my attraction and the most diaphanous of threads connecting my imagination to you compels me though (you wouldnt even remember) probably beyond any actual knowledge to a kind of platonic meme that you don't actually inhabit... oh the tats and the intellect and the eyes that rip souls to shreds. what is attraction but representation? i hope its more primal than that. god i hope for a world with real truth that i know doesn't exist, and beauty that is more than just biology. okay, i've already written too much, but i have expressed myself... as i am wont to do, regardless of anyone else's inclinations. drunken. i now return to the hollows that wood elves inhabit when men walk the spaces between trees. i shall not bother you again with this nonsense.
dualism is bullshit, but you know this.
(he never responded.)
Early Xmas List pt. 1
1. Jabba the Hutt Playset
2. A new lawn boy... and I don't even have a lawn.
3.The father of a teenage japanese girl who is actually a large bipedal cat
4. A rodent the size of a dog
5. Wilhelm Reich Orgone Motor
6. A new shower attendant
7. Horrifying microscopic creatures that will devour your lungs on my command!
2. A new lawn boy... and I don't even have a lawn.
3.The father of a teenage japanese girl who is actually a large bipedal cat
4. A rodent the size of a dog
5. Wilhelm Reich Orgone Motor
6. A new shower attendant
7. Horrifying microscopic creatures that will devour your lungs on my command!
Some kind of poem type thing that has existed as the text of several online profiles in various forms
space groping flesh in the dark lotion spit exhalation space
fuzzy bunny cold steel pointy sharp cold handrail
face bracing wind lust and hunger soft green grass voices
whispered
hands lips couches smile your cat caffeine romantic music faggot unfocused
Punk Fuck fuck fuck fuck it all
he was a dark cosmology
FUCK THE STATE FUCK ME
he said swallowing cum made him more then human?
you me sounds light molecules detected thermodynamics
nice boys in tight t shirts words & jungles
beauty was violence
lets do something interesting
whatever
try me
fuzzy bunny cold steel pointy sharp cold handrail
face bracing wind lust and hunger soft green grass voices
whispered
hands lips couches smile your cat caffeine romantic music faggot unfocused
Punk Fuck fuck fuck fuck it all
he was a dark cosmology
FUCK THE STATE FUCK ME
he said swallowing cum made him more then human?
you me sounds light molecules detected thermodynamics
nice boys in tight t shirts words & jungles
beauty was violence
lets do something interesting
whatever
try me
Monday, September 14, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
A Place To Bury Strangers
I Know I'll See You
Okay, so what majorly pisses me off about A PLACE TO BURY STRANGERS, from Brooklyn, is that this is the kind of sound I was thinking about putting together in a band myself. It was like, "Fuck, someone else figured it out better than I could have!!!". They have this amazing mix of shoegaze hazy, goth dark vocals, and postpunk style that makes my dick hurt from being erect too long. Oh sighhh.
BAND WEBSITE
BAND MYSPACE PAGE
My Weakness
Interview with A Place to Bury Strangers from DeathRockStar.com (Click here to read whole interview)
How did you get the name?
Oliver: It is all a crazy story that I do not wish to tell anymore. Maybe someone else somewhere has it down on video?
Some people made a comparison about APTBS to The Jesus and Mary Chain, how about your own opinions?
Jono: They’re an influence obviously. We have noisy guitars and a similar vocal sound but I think that’s where the similarities end. I think this comparison comes from a somewhat idealized view. JAMC songs are more melodic. Our sound is much more aggressive, if JAMC had just released one record, maybe I could understand it a bit more.
Latest records you just buy? And what do you think about it?
Oliver: The most recent records are all old records, some from garage sales and other super cheap sources. I got a huge stack of 45’s the archies, music explosion, shangri-la’s ++ recently for 50 cents a piece the other day. All recent music I hear is from the internet or from friends bands...
Some Pictures...
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Favorite Porn Stars - CODY CACHET
Although Cody is what many would consider a "pretty boy twink" type, he is a really strong top in the videos I have seen him in. He brings alot of physical and emotional intensity to his work, and of course... he's one of the most beautiful boys I have ever seen.
From Cody's MYSPACE.
Cody working with Drake Angel
Check out Cody's Blog!
See Cody's work at HELIX STUDIOS.
A Video from the HORRORS latest album
THE HORRORS - Sea Within a Sea
THE HORRORS Website
The Horrors have left behind some of their funereal pretensions and 60's Garage Rock sound for something more ambitious. I think this sort of dark hazy JAMC direction has more potential for a really amazing sound some day... although I did love them from first sight/listen (outfits and sound). These boys are really amazing!
THE HORRORS on MySpace
THE HORRORS - Sheena Is a Parasite
(Director: Chris Cunningham)
Some Photos from the Undertaker Fashion days...
Some more current photos...
Joshua "Von Grimm" Mark Hayward (Guitar)
"Coffin Joe" Joseph Spurgin (Drums)
Random Image from the Toledo Glass Pavilion
VITRANA, Dominick Labino (1969)
"Composed of 33 cast panels and weighing approximately 1,000 pounds, Dominick Labino’s glass mural was designed and executed especially for the Toledo Museum of Art in 1969. In 1965 Labino retired as Vice-President and Director of Research at Toledo’s Johns-Mansville Fiber Glass, Inc. to pursue a second career as a studio glass artist. He contributed his valuable technical know-how to the 1962 Toledo Workshops, which spurred interest in glass as an artistic medium, helping to introduce and de-mystify this difficult material to many artists.
Labino brought his expertise as a technician to his glass art, using chemistry to experiment with color. To make Vitrana, Labino cast molten glass into rectangular molds, inlaying different colors of glass free hand during the casting process to achieve the unique effects of each panel."
- http://www.toledomuseum.org/Collection/Vitrana.htm
TOLEDO MUSEUM OF ART - GLASS PAVILION
Friday, September 4, 2009
Writings from the FRESNO GAIJIN MAFIA
MATT MARCURE "PANDA?" - Lullingly Blog
I Fell Through My Wall This Morning
Iridescent descent
All I'm allowed to see are colors
I don't even know where I am
I've been falling for hours
Maybe longer I don't know
My phone stopped working
So I threw it against the wall
Which turned out to be water
so now its even further down
I would go but I would drown
Maybe drowning is the best way
Maybe just wait till I hit the ground
but what if this is just wonderland
I won't be hurt
Now I can see some sort of tropics
Turtles seem to be fighting with their wives
and husbands about religion
I don't want to even get involved
I wouldn't know what to say
My knowledge is only of spirits
Even then it's iffy
Maybe this is some sort of religious thing
To get me to become devout
The turtles are getting worse now
His friends are poking fun
But he doesn't want to upset her
I fell through my wall this morning
............................................................................
KYTE LOCKETT - Hell Is For Conversation Blog
Attraction
Knees are hot
And behind them as well
Especially there
Calves too
Feet and toes
Oh, and the ankle
Also, that spot
between the thigh and the crotch
That inner
Jointy place
Like the inside elbow
Which is also very seductive
And wrists
How I love wrists
The soft, pale flesh
The bumps of the bloodvessels
just underneath
That really sets me off
Hands too
Their grace
and beauty
each delicate little finger
And that bump,
The bone on the top of the wrist
That's amazing too
And the upper-arm
And shoulder
And under-arm
And the small of the back
How soft and smooth
The feeling of Intamacy
When they lay on their belly
Which is also very amazing
And, even more-so, the belly button.
The liver too
But it's no match for the stomach and intestines
Which are probably
The cutest organs
Although, the brain
And the heart
Will put up a fight
They're much more attractive, in their ways
The little indentation
At the front of the neck
Oh, and how the collar bone feels
Soft lips
That you can't stop staring at
Just like their brilliant, glassy eyes
And how they reflect
All of the light around us
But most attractive of all:
Their wonderful, beautiful,
charming face
and the warmth it gives off
When they smile
............................................................................
JOSEPH MARCURE "YOU-X" - Your-X Blog
(the ha modeled as the ha-ha)
I don't see too much humor in any of the knots in this thread, so might I remind you all that the red and white corpuscles are at constant battle with each other. The friends of these corpuscles live in the bloodstream and are making constant whoopie. Having tired of both the corpuscles and the friends of the corpuscles the blood in the bloodstream rushes down to the feet, gets a look at those feet and rushes right back up to the head. Seeing that the blood must contain itself it turns over and gets real cold. Once attaining a state of coldbloodedness the blood proceeds to mock red and white and even blue corpuscles by having an all American dinner in the middle of an all American house. After the blood has boiled, it simmers for two hours and begins to drag on and on and on. Sometimes it fragments. Itself. Some, times. And in the dead of night it waits silently as the March of the Corpuscles fills the stream and then it says to the corpuscles, Yonder comes the rush of even more blood, rushing rushing through the stream... perhaps you should go home. But, the corpuscles persist and establish a new nation within the bloodstream, where you and little Johnny can grow up happily and without any oppression. You'd like that, huh? Well, how do you think little Johnny feels? How do you think big Johnny feels? I bet he feels something too, probably we all do. Probably just gravity though.
Panda?, Kyte,and You-X on Dennis Cooper's Ranch
HEALTH - Die Slow
One of my favoritest bands ever, HEALTH (from LA, not the band from NC), has a new album coming out, GET COLOR!
The band - Visit their MYSPACE PAGE.
I have no shame in posting this picture of JOHN, out of purely lustful motivation.
The Batshit Psych Hieronymus Boesch Awful Crying of the Lambs Brilliance of TIMO VAITTINEN
TIMO VAITTENEN, based in Helsinki, Finland
http://www.timovaittinen.net/
"no youre right this shit is too dark to be an Animal Collective song. its like fucking crazy and dark... it's 'Skeleton' from Abe Vigoda's, Skeleton!"
"can we please have 1 fucking party where he doesnt do this shit?!"
"i know you hate it when people compare artists like this mom, but srsly this is the Boeschiest shit i've seen in a long time!"
"randy was all like, 'dude, when did EPCOT get zombified?'"
"built like a tank yet hard to hit, ice cube and eazy-e cold runnin shit!"
To see more of Timo's paintings, click HERE!
http://www.timovaittinen.net/
"no youre right this shit is too dark to be an Animal Collective song. its like fucking crazy and dark... it's 'Skeleton' from Abe Vigoda's, Skeleton!"
"can we please have 1 fucking party where he doesnt do this shit?!"
"i know you hate it when people compare artists like this mom, but srsly this is the Boeschiest shit i've seen in a long time!"
"randy was all like, 'dude, when did EPCOT get zombified?'"
"built like a tank yet hard to hit, ice cube and eazy-e cold runnin shit!"
To see more of Timo's paintings, click HERE!
