Saturday, February 04, 2006
Pet Animal Sounds
Personal realization as to a possible meaning of the last Animal Collective album (a favorite from last year and still in heavy rotation) title, Feels:
Personal realization as to a possible meaning of the last Animal Collective album (a favorite from last year and still in heavy rotation) title, Feels:
I go to the piano and play 'feels.' 'Feels' are specific rhythm pattenrs, fragments or ideas. Once they're out of my head and into the open air, I can see them and touch them firmly. Then the song starts to blossom and become a real thing. —Brian Wilson
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Ovens
Our bedsheets, a still frame of rough white seas,
white linens littered with our relics: the shrill hair
of our eyebrows and the lissome of our legs — hosting us,
as our bare and fuzzed arms host each other,
holding warmth against warmth in January. Two
slices of bread in the toaster, two shapes in an
endless dance of reducing the space between our
surfaces, of making the most contact possible. Our
bedsheets like the frosting of our birthday cake.
I, who cannot cook but have sampled much of the good
of food, feel as though we should be baked together,
fused into one bursting blinding sinful immortal flavor.
Our bedsheets, a still frame of rough white seas,
white linens littered with our relics: the shrill hair
of our eyebrows and the lissome of our legs — hosting us,
as our bare and fuzzed arms host each other,
holding warmth against warmth in January. Two
slices of bread in the toaster, two shapes in an
endless dance of reducing the space between our
surfaces, of making the most contact possible. Our
bedsheets like the frosting of our birthday cake.
I, who cannot cook but have sampled much of the good
of food, feel as though we should be baked together,
fused into one bursting blinding sinful immortal flavor.
