Regular denim
fuscia scarf wrapped british
December chestnut brown jacket insulated like periodic moguls
the balmy snakes in rhythm
in the living room
a Swedish count in
black sailor slack
mis matched socks
soft black left/muddled wedgewood blue right
naturally torn
navy knit cardigan
guitar enters
gold chain link ring on right hand
a glass of Sherry drapes over the night
a smokey speech
"words into feelings abstract + sound
the music says this + the music sounds that"
it was big on the record
people noticed the
drums
.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
February 8, 2012
Karl Marx studio 35
braided hair
sitting legs up on sofa arm
xerox grey
dry black ink
diffused table lamp on the right
sofa with ethnic throws
button up man's blue
collared shirt
black tunic
black denim
matching sock to collared shirt
faded black fitted pant
wool sock
historic scuffed ankle boot
with side buckle
peroxide Tangier
blonde graced in honey
SENEFELD
U2
10:30
.
braided hair
sitting legs up on sofa arm
xerox grey
dry black ink
diffused table lamp on the right
sofa with ethnic throws
button up man's blue
collared shirt
black tunic
black denim
matching sock to collared shirt
faded black fitted pant
wool sock
historic scuffed ankle boot
with side buckle
peroxide Tangier
blonde graced in honey
SENEFELD
U2
10:30
.
January 27,2012
abandoned amusement
things that once were
considered to be
* pinnacle points which become obsolete
* Mummy Complex
Andre Bazin
- read more after work
When things become
* obsolete
* abandoned amusement in Cinema
* High/low
.
things that once were
considered to be
* pinnacle points which become obsolete
* Mummy Complex
Andre Bazin
- read more after work
When things become
* obsolete
* abandoned amusement in Cinema
* High/low
.
January 16, 2012
-14 flights in 30 days
- Woman with blonde hair, beautiful sweep she has.
- 2 seats over a man reads his newspaper, a cruise ship has sunk
and an oil rig has let us down again
AIR FRANCE
-stewardess wears red leather gloves along with her 2 piece navy skirt suit
- It's snowing...tschuss Berlin
-the pilot speaks first in French
then in English
kein Deutsch
.
- Woman with blonde hair, beautiful sweep she has.
- 2 seats over a man reads his newspaper, a cruise ship has sunk
and an oil rig has let us down again
AIR FRANCE
-stewardess wears red leather gloves along with her 2 piece navy skirt suit
- It's snowing...tschuss Berlin
-the pilot speaks first in French
then in English
kein Deutsch
.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
November 29. 2011
the metallic candy wrapper in the tracks
looks like a hot coal
a strange man walks by and brushes his jacket arm across my freshly glossed lips
Bruce Willis hat genug vom Landleben
black leather motorcycle jacket
salt and pepper mopped hair cascading to the right
a massive sweep
handle bar moustache
which tidal waves his bottom lip
blue scarf & eyes, old skin
.
looks like a hot coal
a strange man walks by and brushes his jacket arm across my freshly glossed lips
Bruce Willis hat genug vom Landleben
black leather motorcycle jacket
salt and pepper mopped hair cascading to the right
a massive sweep
handle bar moustache
which tidal waves his bottom lip
blue scarf & eyes, old skin
.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Laura
She strikes a chord
a transitional B minor
and the floor folds
and her sound braids itself into a rope ladder
that doesn't go up
but slithers across the Antarctic Desert
and melts centuries into the sea
and then the sea begins to swell and the wavelengths begin to vocalise
and her mouth opens low to high
her pitch clears the vault
and fleets of finches band the sky
The sky blots over spilt paint
tamed prussian blues
breakwater into low res cobalts
the trembling audio has something to do with her paint brush
she blends the natural disaster with ease
and makes comrades with Pieter Bruegel
only she can do that without a time machine
"The Fall of the Rebel Angels".
The pencil slides off her desk
and the sound of lead hitting the floor
insists she retrieve her sharpener
and sharpen he blade of war
with a close eye to the paper
her dry eyes don't splinter
she masters what she sees.
For she is a looker.
.
a transitional B minor
and the floor folds
and her sound braids itself into a rope ladder
that doesn't go up
but slithers across the Antarctic Desert
and melts centuries into the sea
and then the sea begins to swell and the wavelengths begin to vocalise
and her mouth opens low to high
her pitch clears the vault
and fleets of finches band the sky
The sky blots over spilt paint
tamed prussian blues
breakwater into low res cobalts
the trembling audio has something to do with her paint brush
she blends the natural disaster with ease
and makes comrades with Pieter Bruegel
only she can do that without a time machine
"The Fall of the Rebel Angels".
The pencil slides off her desk
and the sound of lead hitting the floor
insists she retrieve her sharpener
and sharpen he blade of war
with a close eye to the paper
her dry eyes don't splinter
she masters what she sees.
For she is a looker.
.
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