Friday, September 18, 2015

Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young: Compass; Relevance: High



I have wasted ten years in a blind-fold,
Ten-fold more than I've invested now in sight.
I have traveled beveled mirrors in a fly crawl,
Losing the reflection of a fight.

But like a compass seeking north, (seeking north).
There lives in me a still, sure, spirit part.
Clouds of doubt are cut asunder (clouds of doubt).
By the lightning and the thunder
Shining from the compass of my heart (shining from my heart).

I have flown the frantic flight of the bat-wing
And only known the dark because of that
I have seized death's door-handle
Like a fish out of the water
Waiting for the mercy of the cat.

But like a compass seeking north, (seeking north).
There lives in me a still, sure, spirit part.
Clouds of doubt are cut asunder (clouds of doubt).
By the lightning and the thunder
Shining from the compass of my heart (shining from my heart).

Friday, September 11, 2015

The Veil, the Blindfold of Thorns



I never saw your face, I saw a smile
A frown, a snarl, side-on as through water
When we did what we did—the leather, the
Melting wax, sighs, gasps, wet slaps, to want slaughter
Of all that makes us, us, so you could be
Hollowed out with pain, become the daughter
Of De Sade, be filled by a rain of pleasure

And I, so I might see haze lessen
I might see a face—alive, ecstatic

I did not

I might see your face on a card, gas-lit
In a suburban home long-ago as
A hand, dark with cocoa, pulls cards to fit
A complex pattern of medieval art
And by chance, you are pulled, that hennaed hand
With long, broken nails makes a psychic hit

The place long prepared for you is there now

Rose red
Glacier blue
Obsidian Black
Are colors for you

They deteriorate of course, into
Colors that look like burned cooking oil on a
Stream of piss under an old street light.
Do It! Do it now! Show me the face I yearn
To scratch, to caress, to make me love you
Let me discover lips in all ways

But your card, 'The Veil, the Blindfold of Thorns'
And I see nothing beyond the bright veil

I always see it, but in dreams the lace
Of the Veil, a white like the core of a
Dying sun overwhelms me, and to replace
That longing other women become my
Goal. In them I see fragments of the face
All women become gifts to me from you

Remove the veil, show me your face I beg
A featureless pure white, Venusian light
Too bright for the eyes, harsh, broken

Take that strange cloth
Reach it around my head
Pull tight the blindfold of thorns

Tuesday, September 08, 2015

Three of Wands



A calm, stately personage, with his back turned, looking from a cliffs edge at ships passing over the sea. Three staves are planted in the ground, and he leans slightly on one of them

He dreams of ships
Moving, silently and with
The grace of clouds
Through water the colour of
Tarnished metal
Waves damped down to sullen swells
By the weight of his expectation

They slide through, like icebergs. Unstoppable
Shocking all who see them with their presence
They are more real than the ports they visit
Their sharp profiles stab hard the eyes of those
Who inhabit those low and windswept towns
Though they are made only of wood and tar
Canvas and steel, let all those elements
Be energised and brought together by
The urgency of my desire. If I
Cannot go with the agents of my thoughts
Across glittering, slippery waters
Let them take the part of me that yearns with
Them. Let them stand for me in the parts of
This world I cannot own with my senses.
And then let them return.

He dreams of ships
Spinning across a black velvet sky
Like dice made of bone
Singing their songs
Braiding the emptiness
Into a skein of thought held up
By the lightness of his desires

The Expatriate in Houston



Buildings suspended

In fifteen thousand feet

Of montmorillonitic clay

That go down almost as far

As they go up

Terrible, low center of gravity masses

Sprouting from a humid drainage ditch

And the city

Is spreading still

Crawling up and twining around

Freeways that snarl and snap

Against restraint

(And briefly I stop and wonder at

The cool curves of

A cloverleaf junction, the

Clarity of the concrete loops

Placed just so, neatly as in

The level design

Of a computer game)




Here there are

Vietnamese street signs

Halal taco trucks

Slabs of red-shifted darkness

Hanging on a chapel wall




Here there are

Impassive blondes

Driving blue-eyed cars

A smog stunted tree

Crammed with dark birds

Singing with rage

By a mirror glassed window




And the glass aches to be sand

And the sudden rain aches

To fall in a lagoon

And the ozone laced air aches

In the lungs of those

Chosen to wait

For a bus that may arrive

When the fossil crinoids

In the travertine facings

Reanimate and sway like lilies

In a invisible current




And in the brief twilight

Everything is drenched

In a deep azure

As if the day's events

Are winding down

At the bottom

Of a shallow ocean

Saint Brendan, Becalmed, on the Hellas Sea



And in the midst
Of spiteful North Atlantic seas
Brendan bails his coracle
And prays for a sky that is not
Grey as a pigeon's wing
For an ocean that smiles
Under a butter yellow sun

And, of a sudden
The sky turns a dusty pink
And gentle waves,
Huge but never breaking
Like magnified ripples
Move the leather boat
Up and down
In front of a horizon
That is just too close
Lit by a sun
That is bright but small
Haloed by ice crystals
The air is thin and cold

To the south
The jagged crest of Amphitrite Patera,
Punches through the dusky crust
Like a fist

And tonight God
(If there is a God,
And He is listening)
Will hear praise from two planets

The Expatriate Falls Out of Love




We're on the Reification Road again

Driving in the idea of a black sedan

Through some West Texas of the mind

"Make it real!" Vikki says

"Make it real right now!"





That night in a formless motel

In the incomplete sound of wind-chimes

The full flicker of neon

I look in my eyes in the mirror

And see castles

(Why are there castles in my eyes?

Why are there the serried crags

Of a Welsh hillside topped with ruins?}

"Let's go!" says Vikki

"Let's erase this joint!"





I will listen to Bitches Brew

The deconstruction of cool

I will see those slabs of layered color

Assembled by Rothko

I will eat pho in a

Strip-malled restaurant

And place my memories in a line

Split by the unconformity of jetlag

"That place is old!" says Vikki

"Make something new!"





The silvery shimmer of a pedal steel guitar

Rises over the machine-tooled country

That slides from the speakers

Music as distant and flawed as the moon

And it only makes sense here

On Reification Road

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Talk Talk, Time it's Time; Relevance - high


Nobody knows how long
Rustling leaves unrhyme
Lullaby breeze unsung
Babel of dreams 
unwinds in memory

As bad as bad becomes
It's not a part of you
And love is only sleeping
Wrapped in neglect

Time it's time to live,
Time it's time to live through the pain
Time it's time to live
now that it's all over
Time it's time to live,
Time it's time to live through the pain
now that it's over,
now that it's over

Kissing a grey garden
Shadow & shade
Sunlight treads softly

As bad as bad becomes
It's not a part of you
Contempt is ever breeding
Trapped in itself

Time it's time to live,
Time it's time to live through the pain
Time it's time to live
now that it's all over
Time it's time to live,
Time it's time to live through the pain
now that it's over,
now that it's over,
now that it's over

(Instrumental)


As bad as bad becomes
It's not a part of you
The wicked and the weeping
Ramble or run

Time it's time to live,
Time it's time to live for living
Time it's time to live
Now that it's all over
Time it's time to live,
Time it's time to live for living
Time it's time to live
Now that it's all over

Now that it's over,
Now that it's over

Now that it's over

Now that it's over

Rest your head

Thursday, March 12, 2015

RIP Terry Pratchett



From Metafilter user dmd:


"Terry Pratchett, best known for the Discworld series consisting of about 40 books, died today after a long, well publicized battle with Alzheimer's in which he's also been outspoken on right to die issues."


Rumours that he will be buried with a sign on his chest saying "I aten't dead!" are believed to be untrue ...

Monday, February 23, 2015

Marshall McLuhan is my spirit animal ...

 "You don't like those ideas? I got others."

Marshall McLuhan to a critic.

Sisters of Mercy, This Corrosion. Relevance: High



I got nothing to say I ain't said before
I bled all I can, I won't bleed no more
I don't need no one to understand
Why the blood run cold

Friday, February 20, 2015

Porcupine Tree: Drawing the line, Relevance: Yeah, this is the way





Camphor crossed with lace, it is the witching hour
Cinematic but crude
Teasing all my feelings out, you move away
It seems so natural to you


Still siren, climbing up the victory tower
Like there's something left to prove
I trap the beads of sweat that run between my eyes
And free the fever to move


I'm drawing the line, I'm drawing the line
I'm drawing the line, I draw the line
And I have my pride
I'm taking control, I'm taking control
I'm taking control, I'm taking control
And I save my soul
I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out
I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out
And I have no doubt


Dreamt the sound of scissors, cutting stitches out
Then discarding the used
Recording all my problems onto memory cards
Your compassion unmoved


Onto others what they always do to you
The most twisted of your rules
Distill malaise and photograph the hole it leaves
Running out a copy for you


I'm drawing the line, I'm drawing the line
I'm drawing the line, I draw the line
And I have my pride
I'm taking control, I'm taking control
I'm taking control, I'm taking control
And I save my soul
I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out
I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out
And I have no doubt

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Riverside, Beyond the Eyelids. Relevance: Moderately High


We are none of us...

If I still believed in me
I would lie
If I had another chance I would try
If I lost my dreams I would blame myself again
If I were myself I would be someone else

If I did't want to feel
I would stay
If I were myself I would be someone else

Cause I can
See the truth in the photograph
And with all that's mine
I need to look back inside

And this day
New life raced through my mind
So with all that's mine
I need to look back inside

Monday, January 12, 2015

Leonard Cohen - First We Take Manhattan. Relevance: Weirdly High



"First We Take Manhattan"

They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom 
For trying to change the system from within 
I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them 
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin 
I'm guided by a signal in the heavens 
I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin 
I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons 
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin 

I'd really like to live beside you, baby 
I love your body and your spirit and your clothes 
But you see that line there moving through the station? 
I told you, I told you, told you, I was one of those 

Ah you loved me as a loser, but now you're worried that I just might win 
You know the way to stop me, but you don't have the discipline 
How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin 
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin 

I don't like your fashion business mister 
And I don't like these drugs that keep you thin 
I don't like what happened to my sister 
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin 

I'd really like to live beside you, baby ... 

And I thank you for those items that you sent me 
The monkey and the plywood violin 
I practiced every night, now I'm ready 
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin 

I am guided 

Ah remember me, I used to live for music 
Remember me, I brought your groceries in 
Well it's Father's Day and everybody's wounded 
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

Tuesday, January 06, 2015

Talking Heads, Once in a Lifetime - Relevance: Story of my Fucking Life



And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself-Well...How did I get here?

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

And you may ask yourself
How do I work this?
And you may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...

Water dissolving...and water removing
There is water at the bottom of the ocean
Carry the water at the bottom of the ocean
Remove the water at the bottom of the ocean!

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/in the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground.

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right?...Am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/in the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground.

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...

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