Tuesday, November 29, 2011

french films

la belle personne / the beautiful person (2008)- christophe honoré
felt like strangled in my own bed
but stood up
nothing, nothing instead
of staying out of the last hours

put it all in my endless debt

i'm taking everything i can get
see us trying to hold on what's left of our souls

now would you believe me

if i said

felt like crying in my own head

but laughed like nothing
nothing instead
of staying out of the last hours

we're young but already so old

our hearts are filled with doubt and sold
for the highest bidder in this mess we live & die

now would you believe me

if  i said
that it was only a dream
to get stuck in between
then paint back the rainbow
through the golden sea

it was only a dream

Thursday, November 24, 2011

diamonds,diamonds


black waves

i was a cloud
i was a cloud looking down;
your frantic waving did not provoke feeling.

but this little one

steady your wings, now, sparrow
i remembered him
steady your wings, now, sparrow

and in the dark,

from the sea marbled and moon-blue
into the burning eye of the sun
without feeling

my end was imminent

steady your course now, sparrow
but i remembered him
fear for your home life, sparrow
fear for your home life.


/shearwater - i was a cloud/

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

gone wrong,than gone right,than gone wrong

'something black, something pale
wrapped in stone, the milk white air...'

we are trees

You said: "I'll go to another country, go to another shore,
find another city better than this one.
Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong
and my heart -like something dead- lies buried.
How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn, wherever I look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I've spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally."
You won't find a new country, won't find another shore.
This city will always pursue you.
You'll walk the same streets, grow old
in the same neighborhoods, turn grey in these same houses.
You'll always end up in this city. Don't hope for things elsewhere:
there's no ship for you, there's no road.
Now that you've wasted your life here, in this small corner,
you've destroyed it everywhere in the world.

Constantine P. Cavafy

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

vetiver+foxes

komplex457,zurich
21/11
setlist: Plains/ Bitter Dancer.  Mykonos.  English House.  Battery Kinzie.  Bedouin Dress.   Sim Sala Bim.  Your Protector. White Winter Hymnal.  Ragged Wood.  Montezuma.  He Doesn't Know Why.  Lorelai.  The Shrine/ An Argument.  Blue Spotted Tail.  Grown Ocean
I Let You.  Sun It Rises.  Blue Ridge Mountains






Monday, November 21, 2011

(no)sun-day






i spent a year in the kingdom                               on my way                                       on my way through the garden

sally mann




‘[you are] not there after you die. Your body is just a carapace/ a shoe that holds the real you. When you die  all that’s left is the carapace. It’s meaningless’
- Sally Mann

Saturday, November 19, 2011

drown


the cracks between the paving stones
look like rivers of flowing veins.
strange people who know me
peeping from behind every window pane.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

k

wake up, wake up little sparrow. don't make your home out in the snow. don't make your home out in the snow

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

ale ale



all right, you left


into the desert, weathered forever
desperate clouds follow them out

seeing the future, cautiously answer
slowly the plains sideways rain

the days whispered and shouted and everything counted
the signs were around, we looked, so we found
been seeking a pattern, none of it mattered
watching the sky sparkling by
through windows of the past

we are seeing the same thing but they are not laughing

smoke from the engine, the bones of the plain
and i notice this vaguely but it couldn't contain me
and so i've been tamed and so it remains and i am ashamed
and i am in the strangest path

try to remember, pen to the paper
caution, get out, what's it about?
the pitchers are empty, voices have left me
it's only the plains sideways rain
and i am ashamed and i am ashamed
that every day is just this

Saturday, November 12, 2011

cold

we sent them all
across the ocean
many lives
were taken
but i didn't cry
i didn't know them
and i just looked on
with no expression

Friday, November 11, 2011

they who made you made me to (quiet like you ,violent like you)


in the belly of the cloud
i was released
you were released
was it deafeningly loud?
or was it peace?
sweet peace

bad seed

you'll be happy to know
the situation is worse
the endless bottles of pills
that never seem to work
sleeping in his clothes
and still looking his best
he's so high in the tomb
you wouldn't know he's dead

you look like you could use a rest

you look like you'd be better dead

Thursday, November 10, 2011

lies (in disguise)

HARPER:  I don't understand this. If I didn't ever see you before, and I don't think I did, then I don't think you should be here in this hallucination because in my experience the mind which is where hallucinations come from shouldn't be able to make anything up that wasn't there to start with that didn't enter it from experience from the real world. Imagination can't create anything new can it? It only recycles bits and pieces from the world and reassembles them into visions. Am I making sense right now?
PRIOR: Given the circumstances, yes.
HARPER: So when we think we've escaped the unbearable ordinariness and, well, untruthfulness of our lives it's really only the same old ordinariness and falseness rearranged into the appearance of novelty and truth. Nothing unknown is knowable.Don't you think it's depressing?

PRIOR:The limitations of the imaginations?
HARPER: Yes.


/Tony Kushner,Angels in America,Part I:Millennium Approaches,Act I,Scene 7/

Friday, November 4, 2011

tiny


is he still coming around like an injured bird needing a nest?
a place to rest his head in a song you'll regret
lord knows I don't want to compete
but I still sleep in the very sheets he's been in

swallow him whole like a pill that makes you choke and stills your soul
you have the nerve to look me in the eyes and lie
send him back
i'll share the trap that you have me in

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

welcome home (2)


sheets are swaying from an old clothesline
like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass
was never much but we made the most
 

welcome home

welcome home (1)


ships are launching from my chest
some have names but most do not
if you find one, let me know what piece I've lost