July 2010
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Jul 28th
Listenan oldie - the Replacements.
Jul 27th
42ND STREET MOVIE The Mexican upon the screen Shoots twelve men Flees unseen John Wayne Will win In the end His horse and he Fly round the bend This isn’t the poem I started to write, Nor even the same movie. -Robert De Niro Sr. (In 1976 the artist/poet published a small red book of poems, titled “A Fashionable Watering Place.” It opens with a note that “These poems are by Robert De Niro, the...
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Dead, Ten Dead Another ten. Another Ten lions Things after death: not many But not a few — happen to Leave over ten stiff Tongues. Very much like five pairs of Deformed wooden shoes Already rusted Ten tails Very much like ten veterinary assistants’ hands With ten ropes Slackening. Opening Twenty dreamy eyelids Sitting in a bathtub Ten lions, dumb But alive. Yet dead —...
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ListenZaq butchers an innocent song in FL Studio.
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2.54am, we meet again.
Jul 21st
Johnny Boy: Y’know Joey Clams… Charlie: Yeah. Johnny Boy: …Joey Scallops, yeah. Charlie: I know him too, yeah. Johnny Boy: …yeah. No. No, Joey Scallops is Joey Clams. Charlie: Right. Johnny Boy: Right. Charlie: …they’re the same person! Johnny Boy: Yeah! Charlie: ‘ey! Johnny Boy: ‘ey… - Mean Streets (1973)
Jul 20th
Why did a parliamentary committee suddenly destroy... →
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All rollergirls must have a unique, registered... →
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The Sixth Month At night the moon is dark and the wind is high, the boys practise killing The uncouth wheat-fields hide a certain kind of desire I can smell the whole village’s intoxication For about half a year I look up at it Until its deformed body has become infinite It revolves as on a rusty heel-post People are roaring drunk, no one pays any attention to me But from pile after pile of...
Jul 14th
Delphiniums in a Window Box Every sunrise, even strangers’ eyes. Not necessarily swans, even crows, even the evening fusillade of bats. That place where the creek goes underground, how many weeks before I see you again? Stacks of books, every page, characters’ rages and poets’ strange contraptions of syntax and song, every song even when there isn’t one. Every thistle, splinter, butterfly over the...
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I don’t think I’ve heard enough about this - “Could the Deepwater Horizon spill cause a massive eruption of methane that destroys civilization as we know it, bet-hedging question mark?” Would be nice to know, right?
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LARPing Gear Displayed as Part of 'Recovered...
Toronto’s top police officer misled the public by displaying fake weapons used in a medieval-themed role-playing game to help justify their actions during G20 protests, their owner said Wednesday. Brian Barrett said everything in the backpack police confiscated from him “was safe enough for toddlers.” Barrett’s “spell-balls,” foam-covered batons and...
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