Sunday, August 31st, 2014
ON THE TURNTABLE AS WE SPEAK
I’ll Cry For You
Whore
Get Out
God Damn The Sun
Thank You
Swans
Archive for August, 2014
Saturday, August 30th, 2014
All afternoon they sat around dreaming up punishments for one another.
It was one pleasure after another. They couldn’t wait for the evening to come.
Friday, August 29th, 2014
Well,
what they lack in melody
they make up for in originality.
And what they lack in originality
they don’t make up at all.
Thursday, August 28th, 2014
We like to think when we approach the ocean we
are returning home. We sometimes slip into sentiment.
Wednesday, August 27th, 2014
Today being the beginning of a new year
(the 48th? perhaps in a joke)
it would be well to clean. So I clean.
But too much has already been thrown thoughtlessly away.
Tuesday, August 26th, 2014
Do we wonder also what is meant by “life’s delirium”?
Surely it must mean the realization that dumplings don’t make themselves.
Monday, August 25th, 2014
Having put words into the mouths of babes it now hurts to be unable to utter even the most basic of platitudes. Or to understand how to get from here to there, wherever there is.
