Pre-positions.

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being concerned with Things of the Present, she was, as a result, extremely concerned with Things in the Past.

being concerned with Things of the Past, he was, as a result, extremely concerned with Things in the Future.

He had no Idea where he was. She knew not of where she was going. But, they had a History together.

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Review of Girl Talk "All Day" (2010)

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Theoretically, if you like most of the artists on this list, then you should like this entire album because the sum is greater than the parts. I like almost all of the artists on this list. I even starred the items that I have in my itunes. I listened to the album once and noted the samples I could recall without much effort. There were a lot of little pieces I recognized but couldn't think of formally though. If you're interested in what Girl Talk listens to these days, here ya go.

1. "Oh No"
Ludacris - Move Bitch
Jay-Z - New York State of Mind**
Cali Swag District - Teach Me How to Dougie
Alice in Chains - Jane Says
Jay-Z - Swagger Like Us**
The Brothers Johnson - Strawberry Letter 23**
Dorrough Music - Ice Cream Paint Job
The Ramones - Bliztking Bop**
Missy Elliot - Get Yr Freak On

2. "Let It Out"
Jay-Z - Big Pimpin**
ELO - Mr. Blue Sky
Trey Songz - Say Ahh
Snoop Dogg/Pharell - Drop It Like It's Hot
Beck - Loser**
Ohio Players - Love Rollercoaster
Fugazi - Waiting Room**
Rhianna - Rude Boy**

3. "That's Right"
Fabolous - Ya'll Can't Deny It
Peter Gabriel - In Your Eyes
Fat Joe - Lean Back
Beyonce - Single Ladies**
Myley Cyrus - Party in the USA**
Dr. Dre - The Next Episode

4. "Jump on Stage"
Portishead - Sour Times**
Big Boi - Shutterbug**
Skee Lo - I Wish
Radiohead - Creep**
ODB - Shimmy Shimmy Ya**
Iggy Pop - Lust For Life**
Whitetown - Your Woman**
Lady Gaga - Love Games**
Beastie Boys - ???**

5. "This is the Remix"
Rick Ross - ???
Lil Kim - The Jump Off
The Jackson 5 - I Want You Back**
Toadies - Possum Kingdom**
B.O.B. - Beautiful Girls**
Wes Anderson type-music
INXS - I Need You Tonight
Fabolous - Holla Back

6. "On and On"
Cream - Sunshine of Your Love
Notorious BIG - Fuck You Tonight**
Ke$ha - Don't Stop
New Order - Bizarre Love Triangle**
Birdman/Lil Wayne - I Want It All
U2 - With or Without You
Kraftwerk - Metal on Metal**

7. "Get It Get It"
Lady Gaga - Bad Romance**
Aphex Twin - Windowlicker**
Soulja Boy - Pretty Boy Swag
Daft Punk - One More Time**
Black Eyes Peas - Boom Boom Pow
M.I.A. - Paper Planes**
Depeche Mode - I Just Can't Get Enough**
Pitbull - Hotel Room Service
Kid Cudi - Day N Nite**
Daft Punk - Digital Love**
Missy Elliot

8. "Down for the Count"
Belinda Carlisle - Heaven is a Place on Earth
Derek and the Dominos - Layla
Talking Heads - Our House**
T.Rex - 20th Century Boy**
MSTRKRFT - Bounce**
Kylie Minogue - Can't Get You Out of My Head
Young MC - Busta Move
Usher - OMG
Missy Elliot
The Temptations - Get Ready**

9. "Make Me Wanna"
Cyndi Lauper - Time After Time
Basement Jaxx - Where's Your Head At
Rick Ross - BMF
Wacka Flocka - Ego Trippin
ripping off some sick IDM beat
Arcade Fire - guess we'll just have to adjusstttttt**
RAdiohead - Idioteque**
Little Richard - Shout

10. "Steady Shock"
Blue Oyster Cult - Don't Fear the Reaper
Usher/Nicki Minaj - Little Freak
N.E.R.D. - All The Girls Standing in the Line for the Bathroom
Bruce Springsteen - Dancing in the Dark
Drake - Over**
Flock of Seagulls - Ran
Nirvana - Drain You**

11. "Triple Double"
Beyonce - DIVA**
Phoenix - 1908**
Ludacris - How Low**
Lil Wayne - A Mili**
Mark Mothersborugh - underwater theme from "Life Aquatic"
David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust**
Ice Cube - Today was a Good Day**
Willow Smith - Whip My Hair
Rolling Stones - ???**

12. "Every Day"
Gucci Mane - Gucci Time**
Modern English - Melt With You**
Jay-Z - Dirt of Your Shoulder**
John Lennon - Imagine**
Pimp-C - One Day


The album sucks, by the way. The best part is the Aphex Twin/Gaga/Soulja Boy mashup in track 7, because Richard D. James is timeless and his music makes whatever superimposed pop vocal trying to suffocate it wanna fuck him instead. I liked a lot of songs on the 11th track, but they sound horrible all crushed together.

I had to wait all the way to the end to get Gucci Mane, an artist whose monotone vocal style would seem to lend itself perfectly to mashing up; for some reason I had to endure two contributions from Eric Clapton and about a billion from Jay-Z and M.I.A.; a long roster of predictible 80s radio pop songs bored me; and overall the hour it took to listen to the album was one filled with tension.

Yep, sounds like 2006 trying to mash itself into the next decade. Sorry, 2006. In 2010, remixed hip-hop makes Gucci Mane sound like this: (picks up around 0:53 - just wait)




Unimpressed? - this is the Gucci track from whence that remix spawned:




I mean, I'm not crazy for affirming the first example is superior to the second in every fucking possible way, am I? Come on, GT. This is what people are doing now. Evolve or something.

At least you don't have to pay for it. Download "All Day" for free here.

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Dirty Dream no.2

I feel asleep in a familiar place for what was about to occur and perhaps that particular spot summoned an overlapping memory at any rate that's where the entire dream unfolded.

As early back as I can remember we embraced and I clumsily knocked something hard to obtain and costing you money into your lap; you effortlessly saved the prize and refilled the small capsule with what for some reason mattered to us.

Kissing you was desperation and I felt more eagerness from you which was strange because I always feel the more uncontrolled one; not used to feel like this anyway but I do now only with you.

Only you weren't you you were someone else who had came before. The arms which had just clung to your neck like tentacles released - no, pushed you away in disgust. I stared at you in horrible disbelief. Though you appeared identical inside I knew who you were.

You knew it too and smiled that smile I die when I see it I die. Now however now your insides taint that beautiful smile and you keep making very time-specific facial expressions each wonderful in a new and painful way. I want to suck them up for in my other life you are gone so much.

Mmmm skyscraper I love you - ringing in my ears (turned out to be the sizzling of a steak some bitch frying on the tele my god what a repulsive image to wake to my god). Strangled in a blanket (both instances) I fell off the couch.

I thought how to get you out of my house, my parents were upstairs. Hello they would tell you. But it's not really him it's him I'd say, as if this would explain why you weren't where I told them you were and neither were you especially not here.

Not gotten to the idea of hiding you near the furnace I actually woke. Oh god I thought oh god I am never taking a nap again because I dream so deep into my real thoughts, not like a runaway imagination but an imaginative run of real thoughts.

Really I told you though far (you're all far, all far from me) I don't compare I don't want anyone to get into my overlapping mastrubatory thoughts and late afternoon dreams one lunatic is enough one goddamned lunatic was enough and two was unlucky three a fucked up coincidence and four well four, well fuck you god I am starting to think it's me that's fucking you up, all of you.

New Pop Standard Tracking

In this post I share the most rewarding feeling one can experience as an avid music listener - pattern recognition. A near-waltz for chronic insomniacs. The category includes me. The following videos (alternatively in the last example: audio track with stationary picture attached) all utilize the Santo and Johnny steel guitar classic.

1959 - Santo&Johnny "Sleep Walk"



1963 - TheBeachBoys "In My Room"



1965 - TheRighteousBrothers "Unchained Melody"



1999 - ModestMouse "Sleepwalkin'"



2005 - TheRaveonettes "Seductress of Bums"



2006 - TheFieryFurnaces "Waiting to Know You"




                                                              monumental importance.

Mandatory Spring Poem

the infinite springness regenerates for some
doubt, cycles despair and loneliness. A new
start to something old. Winter is an excuse
without sun and skin; spring they will ask
why you are sad again. why are you sad
again. Do the violets not move you nor the
dewdrops defuse the lead-heavy hours? Are
you lonely for someone - I miss the sadness
in everyone. I need to begin a chemical
routine, like a flower soaked in pesticide
on a beautiful spring day in Tennessee.

Port Babies.

Babies at the airport.
feeding each other onion rings.
Neither had been breast-fed.
An infant purchasing cigarettes, basically.

The other infant prefers sipping milk with coffee.
a nipple-width latte.

Babies get dragged around states with no oceans.
babies understand that leaving is just motion,
the same motion that arrives.
but babies still cry at airports sometimes.

He might not order a ginger ale
and pick some stale peanuts over with
you but you will remember

waking up from a dream of him.
and then turning your head
and actually seeing him.

for that moment the world in your mind
and the world outside
harmonized.

Maybe that's why you feel so young at the airport.

Al, Free of Re-: a Sponse

(Considering that pre contains mostly re, it does Work to Create a linear fantasy.)

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oh, if films were as Plays,
the spectator would never
Tire of film's fixed Position.
the stage Petitions for Vision
afresh; film Treats a
Lapse between Presentations
as non-existent!

i Place this thought in space
not Marked with Wire
or Cord; space Stored in hearts
hardened to obtain:

again, lover.
once more, Volver.
as in the past we
Possess each other
but now we Mind our
Cycles, they hover
like Births Pressed
back for Cover.

you're my Ally, brother.
Construct your fantasy
of Verb and Fuel
your Quest, your Mission
with my contrast, with my 
Cognition.

Eadweard Muybridge
Movement of the hand, drawing a circle
1887

Should Have Used a Stricture

structures are strictures.

One particular stricture
fixes the allure of lunar
circuit internally, in an
ending sky. The structure
of the sky is red, its
stricture is cell. The
structure of the cell is
single, its stricture is
ahead. Another cell single
in the red sky ahead. To
double the structure cancels
the stricture. To cancel
the stricture requires another
hand, a frigid nozzle today but
a baby tomorrow. A whirring
electric buzz(saw) today and
bundled joy tomorrow. Either
violates the structure and
lifts the stricture. Either
the moon will grow full
again or I won't either.

constellations

note: what if truth is a mosaic, not a linear progression? some serious labels for this one.

consulting constellations:

imposed lattice of lights.

immobile monoliths, pin

points of ancient shine.

our telescopic origins. 

unescorted, a singular

dot.

invisible plots between

stars affixed with what.

directed bloodjets, one

way tickets. a rocket to

heaven. pocketing mars

in venusgreen socket.

trace aquarius. chart out

gemini. erect pretend

bridges to signify lines.

separate stars and their

imagined connection. a

rocket up to heaven. we

demand one dimension

and are given eleven.

the heart nebula

Pour Michelle

 to Gertrude, from Alice.




The woman feels where I think I might not feel but for her I feel for her I think for her I would admit art reflects life before art rejects life. Pour Michelle.

Ma Belle, we sprouted purple
kale and coffee grounds for
breakfast before the rest of
humanity sounded. But our beauty
cursed, the broken loyalty left
rotting in their universe: un
hombre, la femme, our holistic
devotion to everything them.

Ma Belle, autumn pointed us a
new direction. Apart literally.
But together again. What sin
ignites desire for less than
perfection? What troll claims
more grace? What cow shows
more taste? What goddamn dumb
human trades ideal for infection?

Ma Belle, we blinded companions
by merely existing. Michelle I
fell where you fell yet here we
are atop the zenith planting the
kale and sprouting some coffee
grounds and watching their sad
submergence in mediocrity. From
up here Michelle it looks nice.

Kraftwerk vs. Jay-z & Foxy Brown

the second in a series
(yes, this is leading to something)

Kraftwerk vs. LCD Soundsystem

The first in a series

Second

We are both second
s apart, thrown together
for minutes a day.
The space next to first or
the time it takes for

Hope to evaporate
from my childish daydreams.
Doodling playgrounds for my
invisible companions.

For a second I thought
for a second thought to
become primary – it’s not
as hard as you thought.

It takes a lot
to smile these days.

For a smile it takes
a lot these days.

A Key That Girl Wears as a Necklace

for Alyssa



An entry granted granted correspondence. Lost in green grass then brown dirt from silver to red, embeds in earth. A tooth got loose, got lost underground. A door slammed shut. Lemon-induced luster moves up, moves down, swings tethered.

Holy Ghosts

I touched an a priori love with the
same invisible hand that directs lust,
breaks trust then waves them off.

Absence is:
-subtraction of sex.
-abstraction of the rest.
-like formulaic espresso pulls.
-breathing steel and straws, they blow.
-rootless trees and our gutless poetic slush.
-cigarette-splashes, the smell of dead matches.

A guardian specter.

Lectured in your technique, my body
resigns from pursuit and memories
imperceptible but residual reemerge as
impossible.

Jealousy Barn

primal or maternal?
Interrogation devices thickly-buttered with laughs
fat and oozing laughs.
processed laughs.

The milking of Truth:
-a demanding turn here-
-a regretting turn there-
Churning until the mixture reaches desired viscosity.

Too clarified. Not like breasts dripping desire,
primal, maternal, off-yellow.
Like the thirsting shiver in a barn.
Like nursing courage soft and warm.

Old Stuff

note: the currents of my creative energies have been redirected; either into the pathetic wellstream of furniture arrangement or into a reservoir for academic use. Yes, composition does work like divisible, rolling-over pieces of material, in case you were wondering. So, today I present a little steam-of-consciousness prose written about an old friend (around a year ago). This person recently asked if I ever put anything on this blog about him. I hadn't, but I feel such a formative friendship deserves some poetic space. So here's to you. My sincerest blessing.


"Today I discovered that unconventional beauty attracts men who are unconventional. Either that, or some alloy of internal sentience and external asceticism stiffens my empathy, and because of that it's excruciatingly difficult to converse with others.

External asceticism by default. I'm no fucking martyr. It's just that, no one's watching me.

Do you find any truth in this assertion: "Everyone's favorite word is their own name." I'm ambivalent towards its factuality; however, it does intuitively force the question:
"Is my name my favorite word?"
How else could we possibly begin to judge the accuracy of the aforementioned theory? Do people have favorite words? Do you ask them about it? Probably not - although I did once.


It was probably 2004. At that time my life followed a predictable, all-American, 4-season cycle. Summers were spent working part-time. Fall: school and running. Winter: Depression. Spring: school and soccer. The memories of high school I do not cherish. I hardly remember being in love. But I remember a few classmates' favorite words. (Juxtapose. Pandemonium.) Or least favorite. (Moist. Like.) It was during this existence period that unconventionality first stared to notice me. His beauty then is absolutely perfect to me now.

My computer radiates in a shade of feminine pink, bubbly keyboard, and complementary periwinkle Bluetooth wireless mouse. I took up an interest in gender studies in my formative collegiate years, (a proclivity which has since, by the way, dissipated into a shriveled memory of passion) and predict that my educated lady-friends probably would turn their nose on such a gender-biased alterna-typewriter.

An equally combative strategy to battling the tenseness experienced at being the second sex would be to just fucking embrace it. Submission can be sexy. Operate your business not from behind a cubicle wall but within the minds of others."

watery deserter

salient rides of car.
carrides.

The air thickened with presence, with promise
and pot; each mile thins lush space,
infertilizing time as if the extra seconds would
change anything.
If anything,
they just change just one thing:

the delay of
saturation, pink and smiling last night.
Today: salted, rolling.

Genesis 1:1-31. A Translation

6. it was good (the fluid emptiness of form, the swift-flowing darkness, the longing of day for night and night for day, their ephemeral froth fused as electric sex of dawn and dusk)

5. it was good (the shell of soil, the transparent lifeblood, the ubiquitous musk of infinite sky they fling spiraling, smoking promises, hopes, fears, panged sobs)

4. it was good (the ossified crunch of earth, the calm and hysteric sea, the vegetation damned to wither and die, wither and die as roots grow stiff in reason, hardened by season)

3. it was good (the scattering of eyelet lights, the subtle winter frost, the dissection of light, dark, spell and position into a cycling mirror of feigned lucidity)

2. it was good (the soaring spread of wings, the underwater cities, the particles of flesh and flavor made matter as ourselves, to finally puncture an everlasting peach-armor)

1. it was good (the wandering woman hesitates in front of crumbling plateaus, locked-in dreamy and dead. silently she whispers, “a moment of clarity.” she laughs.)

it was all very good, and it was all very sad.