Criptic Critic Conscience and Known for it
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Last Days, Elephant
LAST DAYS -
Is not about Corbain,
But everything - all
Rock'n Roll, what's it
for what it does, where
it has gone, what
to expect, what could
change what won't.
Why those in the
trenches can talk to
The generals and the
privates in moments
of shear glory existential
bravery while physically
acknowledging some historical
debt and a glimpsed
vision of a future
Arrangement.
Elephant-
"a side of killing I've
never seen before - where
killing is depicted as
really really beautiful.
That the film served
an idea, destroying the
medium through clear delivery"
The Answer that eats the
question.
Is not about Corbain,
But everything - all
Rock'n Roll, what's it
for what it does, where
it has gone, what
to expect, what could
change what won't.
Why those in the
trenches can talk to
The generals and the
privates in moments
of shear glory existential
bravery while physically
acknowledging some historical
debt and a glimpsed
vision of a future
Arrangement.
Elephant-
"a side of killing I've
never seen before - where
killing is depicted as
really really beautiful.
That the film served
an idea, destroying the
medium through clear delivery"
The Answer that eats the
question.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Disinheriting the Parents.
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Disinheriting the Parents.
Cheech and Chong game
show, from a record, listening
Contestants had to guess their
own name, Bob what is
your name, I dunno can you give me
a hint – Begins with a B
Bob – ends with a B, Bob,
has an “O” in the middle, what
does it spell bob, what is
your name,
My Family had a Bob
Puppy who grew old, weimaraner
disobedient, roamed the
neighbor hood freely – loved
locally – watched out for –
famed for eating builders
lunches – evidence in his
glad wrapped poos –
Once dragged a tree off the beach,
finding the gap in the gate
This dog asleep on the
deck all day – blistered
tortured nose riddled with
fleas, I would sit some
times and pick the
fleas yellow almost split with
gorged blood from his
skin, my little bit of
love inherited not enough
To cover de fleaing
the dog – I still hear
him breathing, Bob, Best
dog, I loved him,
but not enough to keep
all the fleas off him,
I imagine him lying there
now, having given up –
suck me I’ll get use
to it – I’ll get use
to it.
Daniella Schiffer and Kate Gangbanged
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Wednesday, March 2, 2011
the Ruins of the City
Kea and Cattle: In the Ruins of the City: "Even in Kyoto-- hearing the cuckoo's cry-- I long for Kyoto. Even in Christchurch... 'The event itself has no purchase on the mercies of a..."
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