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| ROSIE THOMAS PREGNANT W? SUFJAN"S BABY | | |
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| APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding |
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| Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing |
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| Memory and desire, stirring |
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| Dull roots with spring rain. |
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| Winter kept us warm, covering |
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| Earth in forgetful snow, feeding |
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| A little life with dried tubers. |
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| Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee |
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| With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, |
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| And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, |
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| And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. |
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| Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch. |
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| And when we were children, staying at the archduke's, |
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| My cousin's, he took me out on a sled, |
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| And I was frightened. He said, Marie, |
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| Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. |
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| In the mountains, there you feel free. |
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| I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. | -t.s. eliot from "The Wasteland" | | |
| When Laura and I went to see Pearl Jam in Memphis on their Binaural tour, we took several notes. While Sonic Youth played, we created our own setlist with such gems as "feedback Frenzy", etc, mocking such a ho rrible band!1 when Pearl Jam played, I would yell out the name of each song as quickly as I could, while Laura would record the name of the song as well as the time (in seconds) it took me to recognize it. cool. Our seats in the Pyramid were pretty shitty but I still did all the hardcore fan concert moves, several of which i still remember:
1. During "Animal" one should count to five on one's fingers in accordance to "One, Two Three Four Five Against One, Five, Five, Five Against One"
2. During "elderly woman behind the counter in a small town" (did i seriously get that right??) one should stand up and raise one's arm when the lyrics " I just want to scream, "Hello!" are sung.
3. During "wishlist", one performs a variation on #2 during "I wish i was the grounds? for 50 million hands upraised and open to the sky"
that's all i can remember. maybe some more pearl jam memories will become mysteriously unrepressed. let's hope for all our sakes they do!1 | | |
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III
You tossed a blanket from the bed, |
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| You lay upon your back, and waited; |
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| You dozed, and watched the night revealing |
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| The thousand sordid images |
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| Of which your soul was constituted; |
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| They flickered against the ceiling. |
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| And when all the world came back |
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| And the light crept up between the shutters |
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| And you heard the sparrows in the gutters, |
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| You had such a vision of the street |
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| As the street hardly understands; |
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| Sitting along the bed’s edge, where |
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| You curled the papers from your hair, |
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| Or clasped the yellow soles of feet |
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| In the palms of both soiled hands. |
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t.s. eliot - from "Preludes" {THIS GUY IS FROM ST. LOUIS}
He woke up, the room was bare
He didn't see her anywhere.
He told himself he didn't care, pushed the window open wide,
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate.
He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks,
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all come in.
Maybe she'll pick him out again, how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate.
"thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season"
maureen | | |
| sometimes I think going to university/college makes you really fucking dumb.
only 3 more months of it, i guess.
but i still love Ulysses | | |
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