The Amoral Descent Into Today Begins with Homer

Prize beauty --
Paris chose this last
for his gift:

an urgent need to
study himself
as the compassionate other

Paris himself:
so often
represented
sent
wanted
misunderstood
urged
appeased
received
inquired of
missed

pronounced

probably
Paris wanted
to spare
to send
to mistake
to feel

probably
Paris wanted
to taste
to sacrifice
to announce sexual appetite

probably
Paris wanted
the great artist
to sing of
his arms
his hands
his thighs

probably
Paris wanted
to detect
to approach
to form
to feel the point
of danger
to have
a human
lover

as of
bleating ewes
that hear the
cries
of their
lambs

preferring
within
to without
to doubt
ensues

-- Jeff Wietor

Casting Call

Emily: Oh, Mama, look at me one minute as though you really saw me. Mama, fourteen years have gone by. I'm dead. You're a grandmother, Mama! Wally's dead, too. His appendix burst on a camping trip to North Conway. We felt just terrible about it - don't you remember? But, just for a moment now we're all together. Mama, just for a moment we're happy. Let's really look at one another!...I can't. I can't go on.It goes so fast. We don't have time to look at one another. I didn't realize. So all that was going on and we never noticed. Take me back -- up the hill -- to my grave. But first: Wait! One more look. Good-bye , Good-bye world. Good-bye, Grover's Corners....Mama and Papa. Good-bye to clocks ticking....and Mama's sunflowers. And food and coffee. And new ironed dresses and hot baths....and sleeping and waking up. Oh, earth,you are too wonderful for anybody to realize you. Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it--every,every minute?

Stage Manager: No. (pause) The saints and poets, maybe they do some.

Emily: I'm ready to go back.

-- Thornton Wilder

Desk Notes: March 20 - 24

Speaking in Tongues/Vibrations; Call Cathryn E, call John M; copy To Live Within; Rain; spring arrives; rain in the morning, heavy at times, rain; dripple drips bring bobby knipple grade school recollections -- who's body of work is slowly beginning to emerge, today?; question the times; question "not a discussion" "not a dialogue" not a what not a that not a this but what happens happens happening now not not examples; example of Harold Budd: the piece with a lot of piano; a porcupine society; now silence or unquiet; tell it to the Unborn.

Speaking in Tongues; possible email from David Wednesday mayeremail@overtheresomewhere.com coffee Komodo Starbucks, now you're all caught up; "A Vente?" "Yo, just gimmee a big cuppa Jo!!", no rain sunlight Faithless Pandora; it's happening now not then nor then either but not now either but not now either; go to Asphodel for those tickets; Hecq, Bad Karma, Into the Unseen

Gardner McKay Adventures in Paradise; we're going to go with him; call me at 11:14 today; playing on the porch the TV on Adventures in Paradise - is he really running through a jungle paradise nude or is he just naked running through leaves? hula sunshine warm outside today gather ye sunshine in your ukelele or stay tuned to hula hot boy blend bands; String stories, threads: stay tuned to collaborations nickel plated shine over on the window walled glass lined topsy turvey twang -- they there. Call me: noonish. The simple boy produced a dramatic strumming chord on the ukelele; all . . . hula-hula boy ukeleles . . . Dorothy Sayers said the campers brought gramophones overwhelmed with WOW concertinas or ukeleles; I'll come in barefoot, ukelele, these are cold hard times; I'll come in with a clean face and he can just start; logic and lust; Born Slippy; Moby; Ecstatic Claims; Hi Scores, Boards of Canada; Elliott; False Cathedrals, electric cello, ecstatic musical times; a clarinet; you see something new a Yale boy thrills and cries; melodious cadence of the hula song; superstitious rambling thoughts; a ukelele; Wizards of the Ukelele; Under Control: the Strokes; Shall we note Brad; Bell; noticing Brad; the object of 1976: just say Clipper Street, 472. sounds like the title of a story; Clipper Street anecdotes; ukelele; moments of reprove; repeat; Shoob,E: Bola; biting into him with a lathered hand; combining over him my needs his eyes his hair your you glowing; Vicious Traditions; The Veils -- Runaway; The Runaway Found; Find your way out of this one; Brad Bell -- Beautiful elusive nobody beauty; the phones for you; find your way out of this one; occupied with beauty; Travis; stick it in the back, put it over there, here take this; drought; weather; don't allow for his fatigued nasty TV habits; hardwood floors in the middle of the night; the invitation to watch him roam naked nakedly through the apartment in the moonlight lit hardwood floors walking in his sleep wide-awake looking for his dream in his dreams coming with his dreams searching for his backpack, his cigarettes his "I don't want to go on dreaming" dreams his Beautiful Occupation of his next starring roll; his roaming through life in search of hunger; Two Conversations -- Appleseed Cast -- I'll always love you, I’ll always be your friend; I hold this letter B; Sitting here just watching Squirrels; B. Fleischmann; The Humbucking Coil; didn’t I treat you right? Didn’t I do my best didn’t I give you everything; Golden Brass Summit; Brass Bands of Serbia; God Complex; why you wanna leave me baby? Capitain Troy I love you! be my fire place I got the wood; wildnight.

Lyrics Born; Hieroglyphics; Los Amigos Invisibles
That's what you get when you fall in love
I'll never fall in love
again

Gone Girl; cello, oboe, guitar, languidly yet limping limpidly the long Friday, violin, viola, even oboes have their memories don't they? do they; if you had the ability to compete in the Olympics, what event would you want to be in? you spoke to me in a way; it feels so cold to be alive; so robbed of forgetfulness;

Zodiacal Lights are like a dagger into the darkness over Hawaii: where is the pink dress where is the punk shirt where is the possiblity of knowing him? you can't possibly know him he's been dead since 1985; hardly seems a year since twenty years passed; new music and hardwood floors; we listened to the radio; KSAN. KSAN when it was live djs and fresh rock open live and driven everyday all day all night too;

she's wearing an eclectic blend of textures -- boistrous jovial "we all needed that" dressed alike, down to the shoes, good time had by one and all by one and all; Circus Contraption.com you can find out all about them. how 'bout some chances to see a whole lot of movies? King Kong is at the Red Vic; is that the one about gay marriage? no, I think you're thinking of Confederate States of America.

The Humbucking Coil is a schizophrenic apparatus. A pick-up that eliminates the guitar's usual interferences, its white noise, just by means of doubling them. Two electromagnetic coils turn each other mute. What solely remains is the pure sound of the vibrating string. And that what is done with this single sound.

Bernhard Fleischmann named his latest album after the roughly 50-year-old Humbucking Coil. As old as modern pop music: the pick-up, not the artist. And Bernhard Fleischmann has taken an electronically amplified guitar. This happened for a first, a curious time. The Humbucking Coil has become an open, breathing album. Rather soundbox than hard disk.

Being part of a process that has become visible in different moments on his previous album Welcome Tourist already. In between, and last year, there was the project duo 505, developed together with Herbert Weixelbauer. There the groovebox (Roland 505), here the amplified guitar (Humbucking Coil), there the micro levels of clicks and cuts, here the warmth of an old valve driven microphone. Vibraphone, piano, guitar, they all come together in a still electronic context. The album's cover, this graphic strictness on an ivory fond; a visual quotation of jazz that gets on very well with the music inside.

Happiness

So early it's still almost dark out.
I'm near the window with coffee,
and the usual early morning stuff
that passes for thought.
When I see the boy and his friend
walking up the road
to deliver the newspaper.
They wear caps and sweaters,
and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy
they aren't saying anything, these boys.
I think if they could, they would take
each other's arm.
It's early in the morning,
and they are doing this thing together.
They come on, slowly.
The sky is taking on light,
though the moon still hangs pale over the water.
Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambition, even love,
doesn't enter into this.
Happiness. It comes on
unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it.

-- Raymond Carver

"Born Slippy" - Lyrics

Drive boy dog boy dirty numb angel boy
In the doorway boy she was a lipstick boy
She was a beautiful boy and tears boy
And all in your innerspace boy you had
Hands girl boy and steel boy you had
Chemicals boy I’ve grown so close to you
Boy and you just groan boy she said
Comeover comeover she smiled at you boy.

Let your feelings slip boy but never your mask boy
Random blonde bio high density rhythm blonde boy
Blonde country blonde high density
You are my drug boy you’re real boy speak to me
And boy dog dirty numb cracking boy
You get wet boy big big time boy
Acid bear boy babes and babes and babes and
Babes and babes and remembering nothing boy.
You like my tin horn boy and get wet like an angel.
Derail.

You got a velvet mouth you’re so succulent and beautiful
Shimmering and dirty wonderful and hot times
On your telephone line and God and everything
On your telephone and in walk an angel.
And look at me your mom squatting pissed in
A tube hole at Tottenham Court
Road I just come out of the ship
Talking to the most blonde I ever met.
Shouting
Lager lager lager lager shouting
Lager lager lager lager shouting
Lager lager lager shouting
Mega mega white thing mega mega white thing
Mega mega white thing mega mega shouting
Lager lager lager lager mega mega white thing
Mega mega white thing
So many things to see and do in the tube hole
True blonde going back to Romford
Mega mega mega going back to Romford
Hi mom are you having fun and now are you on
Your way to a new tension headache

-- Underworld

Entertaining Mr. Sloane

Entertaining Mr. Sloane - Joe Orton