December 2009
7 posts
The Pre-Party Of Disembodied Poetics: Yoko Ono
Winetooth (Into Twenty-Ten With Yoko Ono)
Might we be reckless for another year if the fates allow it. And continue to nurse this winetooth.
Or might we go on into the next year to stake our claim and rest.
But to be the early morning.
And then to be the 4 a.m. car alarm that stabstabstabbystabs the cold, quiet, thinning black blanket. That pulls the neighbors from their tombs and onto their...
Yoko Ono - Why
IT'S YOUR PUNERAL, DUDE
Friend: Well, if you want to play Christmas tunes, I have been working on an all cymbal version of “Jingle Bells,” which is pretty interesting because it’s without notes. It’s like psst-psst-pssssst psst-psst-psssst….
Me: Dude, I think you’ve let your avant-guard down on this one.
The Wordery: Coldchillwave
I have this dark feeling as of late. We’re still behaving like it’s mid-July, still jamming those anthems, refusing to let go. 2009 was so summertime-centric, both culturally and personally, that I feel the coming (nee, arriving!!!) winter really has it out for us. Time to start embracing that arctic draft up your pantleg and find joy in the momentary frosting of leg hairs before...
Ruth - Roman Photo
IT'S YOUR PUNERAL, DUDE
Me to co-worker as a giant stack of manilla bubble-mailers slowly began to tip, knocking into the stack next to it — and so on: “Ah, fuck, an envelanche!”
Also see, when dealing with periodicals: magalanche
The Pre-Party Of Disembodied Poetics: The Selvedge...
Thanks be to We Love You So (the Where The Wild Things Are Official Blog) for turning me/us onto the absolutely inspiring site The Selvedge Yard. Within its tattooed walls, I found a bounty of non-fiction accounts of the poetry we seek to create at The Pre-Party of Disembodied Poetics. It summarizes the spirit of Cool Hand Luke in three pristine paragraphs of verse. It tells of Bob Marley’s...