Saturday, April 26, 2003
Window Song draft #3
the morning sang to the worn wood floor
from a trio of cinder-block windows—
sang down into the basement studio
where our only cares were muscles
and not the gorgeous searches
for places to bury love.
We angled our backs to the task. Polishing a floor
is an ode sung to feet with light for tremello
and whosever feet find dance on shine will teach in turn:
the labor of waltzing is in being led.
[thoughts?]
the morning sang to the worn wood floor
from a trio of cinder-block windows—
sang down into the basement studio
where our only cares were muscles
and not the gorgeous searches
for places to bury love.
We angled our backs to the task. Polishing a floor
is an ode sung to feet with light for tremello
and whosever feet find dance on shine will teach in turn:
the labor of waltzing is in being led.
[thoughts?]
Hollow breakfast:
Usually, at The School's weekend brunches they set out this cheerful assortment of donuts, and usually, I take a chocolate-frosted w/sprinkles. This morning, when I began to eat one, I noticed that part of the ring was hollow and it struck me this donut has both vertical and horizontal emptinesses, what with the typical hole in the center and the cavity I'd just discovered. At first it was pathetic, but then merely sad, probably because of the rain. In case it isn't obvious, this is kinda how I feel today.
Usually, at The School's weekend brunches they set out this cheerful assortment of donuts, and usually, I take a chocolate-frosted w/sprinkles. This morning, when I began to eat one, I noticed that part of the ring was hollow and it struck me this donut has both vertical and horizontal emptinesses, what with the typical hole in the center and the cavity I'd just discovered. At first it was pathetic, but then merely sad, probably because of the rain. In case it isn't obvious, this is kinda how I feel today.
Tara's:
Adrian BEErose and I went out to this Port Jefferson divish bar introduced to me by Ballz and her Stonybrook associates tonight, a fixture called Tara's Bar. A few drinks before and during, with my songs fortuitously coming through at the last minute: The Police "Walking on the Moon" (thanx Flynn), Credence "Down on the Corner" (word to the Schiffer car clan), Billy Joel "Only the Good Die Young," Dave Brubeck Quartet "Take Five," Coldplay "Clocks" (the max of somewhat-drunken sing-/hum-a-long).
So it's a decent L.I. night with decenter people. Up next, a second draft, and tomorrow night is The School's Prom.
Adrian BEErose and I went out to this Port Jefferson divish bar introduced to me by Ballz and her Stonybrook associates tonight, a fixture called Tara's Bar. A few drinks before and during, with my songs fortuitously coming through at the last minute: The Police "Walking on the Moon" (thanx Flynn), Credence "Down on the Corner" (word to the Schiffer car clan), Billy Joel "Only the Good Die Young," Dave Brubeck Quartet "Take Five," Coldplay "Clocks" (the max of somewhat-drunken sing-/hum-a-long).
So it's a decent L.I. night with decenter people. Up next, a second draft, and tomorrow night is The School's Prom.
Thursday, April 24, 2003
L'homme:
That pernicious bastard is back, and he's keeping me down again: the local, inept Red Cross felt in no way obliged to tell me during any of the dozen or so phone conversations we've shared about my getting re-certified for Lifeguarding/ certified for W.S.I. (water safety instructor) that not only do I have to attend the "crash" course on Father's Day weekend, but there are freakin' 5 mandatory pre-sessions, one of which runs on Saturday, June 7th from 8pm to 4pm (smack in the middle of the Field Day 'fest
BITCH!!
There's nothing I can do, unless you'all know of a place where I can get certified in a back alley.
I suppose missing the first half of the first day won't KILL me, but it will severely crimp the plans of those trekking out to stay with me at The School (don't worry, cell phones will save us; contigencies have already been concieved). As long as I can make it in time to see Spiritualized, Underworld, Beck, and of course Radiohead, I'll live happily (although Liz Phair and some other acts would be nice to see, as well). The music rocks 'til midnight, so my chances are still decent if I can get there by 5.
Grrrrrrrr.
That pernicious bastard is back, and he's keeping me down again: the local, inept Red Cross felt in no way obliged to tell me during any of the dozen or so phone conversations we've shared about my getting re-certified for Lifeguarding/ certified for W.S.I. (water safety instructor) that not only do I have to attend the "crash" course on Father's Day weekend, but there are freakin' 5 mandatory pre-sessions, one of which runs on Saturday, June 7th from 8pm to 4pm (smack in the middle of the Field Day 'fest
BITCH!!
There's nothing I can do, unless you'all know of a place where I can get certified in a back alley.
I suppose missing the first half of the first day won't KILL me, but it will severely crimp the plans of those trekking out to stay with me at The School (don't worry, cell phones will save us; contigencies have already been concieved). As long as I can make it in time to see Spiritualized, Underworld, Beck, and of course Radiohead, I'll live happily (although Liz Phair and some other acts would be nice to see, as well). The music rocks 'til midnight, so my chances are still decent if I can get there by 5.
Grrrrrrrr.
Tuesday, April 22, 2003
AIMless:
Beholden as I am to Instant Messenger, I have fared well in the past days of its absence. Some glitch, some error in a system or server somewhere has precluded the use of many internet functions (including chat programs) here at The School. Part of me suspected an intentional blocking of chat programs (which would be evil, although practical), and I hope deeply not to have that fear confirmed, for it would effectively cut me off from all of you whom I love and need banal conversations with. Plus, my typing/cognition skills go slack otherwise.
In any case, until IM is restored, please call me to let me know I'm alive, and because I'm sure I miss you.
Beholden as I am to Instant Messenger, I have fared well in the past days of its absence. Some glitch, some error in a system or server somewhere has precluded the use of many internet functions (including chat programs) here at The School. Part of me suspected an intentional blocking of chat programs (which would be evil, although practical), and I hope deeply not to have that fear confirmed, for it would effectively cut me off from all of you whom I love and need banal conversations with. Plus, my typing/cognition skills go slack otherwise.
In any case, until IM is restored, please call me to let me know I'm alive, and because I'm sure I miss you.
Monday, April 21, 2003
MY MY:
So it's happened again, I've fallen for another Bowie album. This time it's "Heroes", which I was wary to purchase because I've never been a fan of the Wallflowers cover of the song. I should have figured the original Bowie take is gold.
The first track would have been so-at-home in Newell 5, but I insist that it will find use during all tomorrow's parties. Some lyrics:
Beauty and the Beast (a song I've heard before without knowing its goodness)
...there's Slaughter in the Air
protest on the Wind
someone else inside me
someone could get skinned - how?
MY-MY
someone fetch a priest
you can't say no to the Beauty and the Beast...
Words relevant to world events in recent days, no? And yet, still luciously ambiguous. Radiohead could take a lesson from the powerful use of the vague here and seriously re-consider the (let's hope) tentative title for their upcoming July release, Hail to the Theif [I won't even waste bold or italics on it].
One line in the song " 'Heroes' " bugs me, because I misheard it slightly more brilliant than it really is.
What I heard was: I, I wish you could sing/ Like the dolphins, like the dolphins can swim which is fantastic
But it actually goes: I, I wish you could swim/ Like the dolphins, like the dolphins can swim.
Oh well, it's certainly not the first mis-hearing of a Bowie lyric in history. Maybe I'll steal my faulty version for a poem someday.
All the Eno/avant pieces are on par with their brilliant companions on the prior masterpiece Low, if not superior in general. Nothing on "Heroes" beats "Sound and Vision" or "Warzsawa" or "Subterraneans," but there is sublime goodness nontheless.
So it's happened again, I've fallen for another Bowie album. This time it's "Heroes", which I was wary to purchase because I've never been a fan of the Wallflowers cover of the song. I should have figured the original Bowie take is gold.
The first track would have been so-at-home in Newell 5, but I insist that it will find use during all tomorrow's parties. Some lyrics:
Beauty and the Beast (a song I've heard before without knowing its goodness)
...there's Slaughter in the Air
protest on the Wind
someone else inside me
someone could get skinned - how?
MY-MY
someone fetch a priest
you can't say no to the Beauty and the Beast...
Words relevant to world events in recent days, no? And yet, still luciously ambiguous. Radiohead could take a lesson from the powerful use of the vague here and seriously re-consider the (let's hope) tentative title for their upcoming July release, Hail to the Theif [I won't even waste bold or italics on it].
One line in the song " 'Heroes' " bugs me, because I misheard it slightly more brilliant than it really is.
What I heard was: I, I wish you could sing/ Like the dolphins, like the dolphins can swim which is fantastic
But it actually goes: I, I wish you could swim/ Like the dolphins, like the dolphins can swim.
Oh well, it's certainly not the first mis-hearing of a Bowie lyric in history. Maybe I'll steal my faulty version for a poem someday.
All the Eno/avant pieces are on par with their brilliant companions on the prior masterpiece Low, if not superior in general. Nothing on "Heroes" beats "Sound and Vision" or "Warzsawa" or "Subterraneans," but there is sublime goodness nontheless.
Thanks intensely...:
to Lauren for a Sunday-killing weekend (and that's a highly complimentary adjective, as some may know).
to Lauren for a Sunday-killing weekend (and that's a highly complimentary adjective, as some may know).
Sunday, April 20, 2003
Garden State Worrier:
This is just to say that I've blogged from New Jersey (and lived). Where I am is sunny and welcoming grass. Lauren's dog is wide and demure; her parents are very relaxed and warm. Her kitchen has many ovens and is earthy. Welcome to the Dollhouse ficticiously takes place in a place like this, and I keep looking for Dawn Weiners. I haven't seen any, but in many local voices, I hear her and her brother's accents.
In a forthcoming posting, I plan to investigate in more depth the experiences I've had in the last month of living in my friends' houses and among my friends' friends.
I'm as happy as my new favorite tie, and since I've invested a positive sense of being onto it, I am not ashamed of celebrating this material object. It's not a badge of vanity as much as it is an externalization of positivity, rebirth, and summer-anticipation.
Yay.
[Mom, I went to Easter mass; thanks for the card.]
This is just to say that I've blogged from New Jersey (and lived). Where I am is sunny and welcoming grass. Lauren's dog is wide and demure; her parents are very relaxed and warm. Her kitchen has many ovens and is earthy. Welcome to the Dollhouse ficticiously takes place in a place like this, and I keep looking for Dawn Weiners. I haven't seen any, but in many local voices, I hear her and her brother's accents.
In a forthcoming posting, I plan to investigate in more depth the experiences I've had in the last month of living in my friends' houses and among my friends' friends.
I'm as happy as my new favorite tie, and since I've invested a positive sense of being onto it, I am not ashamed of celebrating this material object. It's not a badge of vanity as much as it is an externalization of positivity, rebirth, and summer-anticipation.
Yay.
[Mom, I went to Easter mass; thanks for the card.]
