13.3.08

pure inspiration



nests and bowls and bowls and nests. ephemera and alliteration. repetition of shapes, of colors. the safety of numbers, the consolation of patterns.
1. Cowboy Sheetmusic, 2. Vintage Wallpaper, 3. watchfacescan, 4. Eggs, 5. Very Old Hankie Box, 6. candy

7.3.08

looking for truth with a pin

"All the words that I use are just a vehicle like radio waves, a message from my unconscious to the unconscious of the listener. I don't know what I have communicated, and the listener doesn't know what is being communicated, but I am constantly being told by people 'I don't understand what you have just said, but I do feel I have been communicated with." ~ivor cutler

at the end of this link lies a little story of ivor's that you are sure to love.

6.3.08

true




get more here.

thanks to the new me for the link.

detective work


crime club

"no butler, no second maid, no blood upon the stair.
no eccentric aunt, no gardener, no family friend
smiling among the bric a brac and murder.
only a suburban house with the front door open
and a dog barking at a squirrel, and the cars
passing. the corpse quite dead. the wife in florida.

consider the clues: the potato masher in a vase,
the torn photograph of a weseyan basketball team,
scattered with checks in the hall;
the unsent fan letter to shirley temple,
the hoover button on the lapel of the deceased,
the note: "to be killed this way is quite all right with me."

small wonder that the case remains unsolved,
or that the sleuth, le roux, is now incurably insane,
and sits alone in a white room in a white gown,
screaming that all the world is mad, that clues
lead nowhere, or to walls so high their tops cannot be seen;
screaming all day of war, screaming that nothing can be solved."


~weldon kees

sheet music from here.

5.3.08

sometimes i want nothing

more than to go from one city
to the next
live in temporary rooms always
the sound of bumping above
be absolutely contented
and never idle
in endless hotels of fleeting noises and
situations
amidst madly carpeted
madly lit hallways
eat continental breakfast
in my one aqua
dress

perform gentle
handstands in trains
headed north

to everyday duluth

at a lutefisk picnic
i would collect fish bones and fruit seeds
and signs that said ‘slow’

4.3.08

anchovies love school