Archive | June, 2011


27 Jun


Trying to write about love… and this sonnet is all I can think of.  Oh to be an English Literature major.  How could this ever be topped?  I know, I know.  So it’s a cliche.  I can’t help it.  It’s marvelous.

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

-Shakespeare (like you didn’t already know).

Image: Brujo+


27 Jun

Califone – Sawtooth Sung A Cheater’s Song

Still minimums
Shining in the blue
Shimmering, feeling cold

All of these people
Changed, crumbled down
Falsely claiming the young from the bold

“And wait”, I said
I called my eyes
He wouldn’t even turn

So here I stay
Regretting how
The tensions began to burn

But then again
It had to happen somehow
Will your chisled grin
Ever shut the fuck up?

how dare

27 Jun

American Analog Set – Born On The Cusp (demo)

How dare I write about love. Still new to this world in the eyes of knotted woods. “Every child begins the world again,” and there are tread paths to follow. My eyes have seen some sunlit canopies, and I have seen stars through the leaves, and they have lighted my way in many a dark, unexplored night. I’ve seen deep inky caves, and crisp mornings in corn stalk plots, but the eyes of sewing needles have seen what I have not. Sewing needles not complicated, not bogged down or spiral eyed, a simple needle that’s hard to find.

image: JonathanCohen, colon+right.bracket

I had a dream ants poured from holes in my kneecaps

22 Jun

Sufjan Stevens – The Owl And The Tanager

I don’t remember what for.

Respectful sounds heard ringing aloud above the ground.
Skeleton Sam waited till the sun had set.
Pushing up the lid the thought struck sound.
Skeleton Sam, a respectable fellow couldn’t believe he was dead.

The moonlight beamed through willow trees and lofty lichen.
Walking down the hill the sound of windy teeth.
Skeleton Sam denied the turn the time had taken.
Instead of dining down in town he was s’posed to be buried beneath.

The more he thought the more the loss of life unfair.
Wheeling around and heading to town fast as he could.
Down the sloping trail anger replaced despair.
Skeleton Sam a respectable man, with intentions not so good.

He approached the town and the gate rose o’er the sky.
And the sight of Sam did make the town crier cry.
“The undead have come!” but Sam spoke “Listen here,
I’d like to speak with the man you call your leader.”

But the man just shrieked and he did not flee he flew.
And as he ran off he said with a cough “Our leader ain’t talkin’ to you!”

Our friend Sam ever did ram
the walls that stood round the city.
The guards came down because of the sound,
and opened the gates with a crash!
And Skeleton Sam’s bones they did beat,
and burned till they were nothing but ash.

Now Skeleton Sam lies in the ground.
Only a pile of dust (not a sound!)
His respectable ruins are carried by ants,
And he helps give birth to many respectable plants.

image: manufrakass

Pink Tea Temptations

21 Jun

Rogue Wave – Postage Stamp World

She always smiled at me
and I always wore my intentions on my sleeve.
Or so I believed.
But none of us are that complex,
we are all see though obvious.
Swirling mists
on a swirling sea.
Our sleeves are hard to see.
She always smiled at me,
and all I could ever see was green.
And so I believed.

You always smiled at me,
and somewhere hurricanes ripped up beachside trees.
A simple step a simple glance,

getting killed by avalanche.

A Rhino, A Wall

19 Jun

Sounds of Faces – We Sped Slower

Both brewing in the calm.

May the best man win.

Thick skin, or serenity within.

I think you’ll find I side with him.

image:Gail Johnson

Erasers and Napkins Remove the Mistakes of Millions

16 Jun

Dntel – Fort Instructions