'thank you . . '
from ‘savage messiah’
laura oldfield ford.
. . . and all her gorgeous color.
Places where we spend our lives.
Places that we visit for a moment.
Places we discover by chance.
Places that attract us by the name on a map alone.
Places we will never see again.
Places we can never forget.
Wim Wenders, Los Angeles August 2001
from his book ‘photographs’. published 1976.
'air de paris'. (50cc of parisian air)
from the readymades. 1919.
trouble every day. claire denis. 2001.
it’s my favorite film - and i can never quite explain why. it’s completely involving, and also utterly elusive . . . like something on the tip of your tongue.
and the soundtrack. tindersticks. gorgeous.
fela kuti / del la soul.
jeff mangum / neutral milk hotel : oh comely . . .
your father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies
while you and your mother were aa-sleep in the trailer park.
thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums,
the music and medicine you needed for comforting.
so make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving
and pluck all your silly strings, bend all your notes for me.
soft silly music is meaningful magical,
the movements were beautiful (beeauutiful), all in your ovaries.
all of them milking with green fleshy flowers,
while powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines.
smelling of semen all under the garden
was all you were needing when you still believed in me. . .
' did i have it once and lose it, lose it
or did i look it in the eye and choose it, choose it ‘