Whenever I’m on the road, something happens to my mind: it wanders with my wheels. On this occasion, nothing cohesive was transfered to paper but a collection of spasmodic sentences were recorded. This is the partial transcript of a life in motion when Murder by Death’s song Three Men Hanging is put on repeat. For six hours.
A liberal consumer of language, she was a thief among phrases.
Callous but tender, she was occasionally graceful; generally she was not.
Acutely thoughtful if not absent minded, she was perpetually aware.
A mindful tutor to imagined pupils.
Always thinking, never thought of.
Near-sighted, far-sighted, all-sighted: she experienced problems with seeing.
For she was a junkyard mutt guarding scavenged treasures too outdated to matter.
Meaningless matter given weight.
And perpetually in a haze of confession.
As she fought the pull to his saintless stables
And his sinnerman shoes.
did you go see The Kills last week?
No, I didn’t. I was in Los Angeles covering a show and setting up an ill-fated photo shoot. Did you?
Of course not. I live in a bell jar surrounded by books. But I was really really struck by a song of theirs called “Tape Song”. Also, it seems VV was raised in or around the same shitty little south Florida town where I grew up. I posted Tape Song at analepsis. Have listened to it 8 or 9 times now. And what the hell are you doing up at 7.30 in the morning?
What were you doing up at 5 in the morning? I don’t sleep so well sometimes; certain things that hold my mind don’t always let me sleep. Music is just as important as books. So are parks. That’s why I combine all three at once by taking my books, my music, and myself to the park off Lake Ave. I recommend it…
your clock’s off. on your wordpress account I mean. if you go to dashboard you can set it to pacific time. what did you think of my think on tape song http://analepsis.wordpress.com/2009/05/29/tape-song-first-draft/ ?