November 2009
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Nov 30th
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monday in b flat
I can pray  all day  & God  wont come. But if I call  911 The Devil  Be here in a minute! - amiri baraka
Nov 30th
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Nov 30th
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in a station of the metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. - ezra pound, 1913.
Nov 30th
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Nov 29th
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Nov 29th
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Nov 29th
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Nov 29th
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no. 55
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone besmear’d with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war’s quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. ‘Gainst death and all-oblivious...
Nov 28th
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Nov 28th
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Listengoldfrapp, ‘a&e’ my favorite...
Nov 28th
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Nov 28th
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Nov 28th
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Nov 28th
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Nov 27th
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Nov 27th
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Nov 27th
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Nov 27th
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Nov 27th
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Nov 27th
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Nov 27th
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Nov 26th
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Listenbloc party, ‘sunday.’ a shared...
Nov 26th
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Nov 26th
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Nov 26th
some are cheesy, but some are awesome - photo... →
Nov 25th
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Nov 25th
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Nov 25th
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They flee from me that sometime did me seek With naked foot, stalking in my chamber. I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek, That now are wild and do not remember That sometime they put themself in danger To take bread at my hand; and now they range, Busily seeking with a continual change. Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise Twenty times better; but once in special, In thin...
Nov 25th
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Nov 25th
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Nov 24th
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Nov 24th
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Nov 24th
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insomnia
The moon in the bureau mirror looks out a million miles (and perhaps with pride, at herself, but she never, never smiles) far and away beyond sleep, or perhaps she’s a daytime sleeper. By the Universe deserted, she’d tell it to go to hell, and she’d find a body of water, or a mirror, on which to dwell. So wrap up care in a cobweb and drop it down the well into that world inverted...
Nov 23rd
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Nov 23rd
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Nov 23rd
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Nov 22nd
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the death of the ball turret gunner
From my mother’s sleep I fell into the State, And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze. Six miles from earth, loosed from the dream of life, I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters. When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose. - randall jarrel, 1945.
Nov 22nd
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Nov 22nd
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Nov 22nd
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Nov 21st
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Nov 21st
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Nov 20th
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Nov 19th
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Nov 19th
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would love to see the collection at MOCA... →
Nov 19th
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Listenpassion pit, ‘moth’s wings’ ...
Nov 18th
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Nov 18th
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Nov 18th