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Or A Reasonably Close Approximation Thereof

Posted in interesting things that caught my attention, Lists, music, random with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 01/27/2012 by alex c

Haha, eight isn’t a very high number.

The alcohol content of this Double Bastard Ale I’m currently drinking is 10.5%.

I’m gonna go outside now.

Bowerbird #17: Eastern Tremblor Choir Dead

Posted in Bowerbird, music, poetry, the universe will wreck you with tags , , , , , , , , on 08/24/2011 by alex c

We rarely read more than the first few lines, if at all. We have room to continue down an unproductive route, try something implausible, or otherwise fuck it up. And now what we’re being left with is the harder part; the regions where it’s harder for us to see and harder to pick out the signal from the background. Perhaps there’s some leftover stress in the crust. The technical term for this, of course, is getting stoned. To solve this problem America gave the workers television, sewer systems, electricity and the ability to get loans and credit cards to pretend they were wealthier than they are. Both chimpanzee behavior and australopithecine anatomy inform the model. And if you are a man who is, while reading this, rolling your eyes or feeling a surge of combative adrenaline, I rest my case. Since we’re describing reality, things have to fit together! It is not a question of finding new moldings and frames for windows and doors, of replacing columns, pilasters and corbels with caryatids, flies and frogs. This seemingly conflicts with our intuitive idea that we exist at a moment, and move through time. Saying poetry doesn’t sell only says poetry doesn’t sell.

Bowerbird #12: Curious Pain Composer Voice

Posted in Bowerbird, music, poetry, the universe will wreck you with tags , , , , , , , , , on 08/15/2011 by alex c

Here we all sit gazing at our screens, our little brains and hands pawing at the pixels and keys. In a sense, the air is acting like a periscope, allowing you see around a corner. It seems to want to keep going. It’s a tenuous and chaotic process, but it’s the first time anyone has observed moon making in action. We see ourselves seeing the world.

At first we thought the spatial analysis must be wrong. Nothing in life is that simple and powerful and easy. We no longer know how to work and fight together as we once did. We create people we love, and then we torture them. Continue reading