Mid-sob, she had a vision of all the squiggling creatures and chemical hallways inside her tears, each one its own galaxy. It didn’t help.
The trouble with islands is they think they’re the only solid thing around. The beauty of islands is their determination to touch air.
and a sunday dinner spread alone.
some people never find lasting satisfaction in these things
lEAvE mE AlOnE.
lleavve mme allonne.
(l)(e)(a)(v)(e) (m)(e) (a)(l)(o)(n)(e).
how many fucking ways can i say it
She snuck out and smoked a joint. It made her feel soft and juicy inside, like a ripe fruit. Now was the time when her brain tasted best.
Thirty human beings in a subway car. Thirty parallel universes bouncing below the city. I don’t understand boredom, but I understand fatigue.
Drink until the glass starts drinking you.
Her entire life Cecilia had been incredibly adept at figuring out when she was being lied to.
We need to have a talk with the children…we just can’t do this every night. Halloween ended eight months ago.
Cowboy boots that make rocks pop and crumble beneath them with every step. Eyes that cut like bullets through all the Devil’s tricks.
And when the aliens arrive, filling the air with magic lasers, they’ll ask: Where’s Elvis? And we’ll reply, so sadly: You’re late.
“Flamingos are phallic, you know,” she said, batting her four pound eyelashes. She would lay in her yard all day and tell it to whoever passed by.
She swam through my mind all summer. Not once did I come up for air.
O to be a sunbeam in the city. O to spend two seconds there and bounce back to space. O to glance off 10,000 uncaring surfaces and disappear.
Fame is like the caged tiger in a travelling circus. Legend is like the thing in the jungle that ate six people and was never seen again.
She was a night diamond. Something sacred. Something that decent people don’t know about.
Cops killed Jesus.
After dark they’d grab their skateboards and move through the city like eels: all teeth, eyes, and slither.
The same dark that falls on West Virginia is the same dark that cradles Saturn. The same dark is in my mouth too, while I hum a quiet song.
No dope, no furniture, no car, no plans, no stability. Times are hard! No job, no family, no credit, no expectations. Maybe not that hard.
The broken world breaks.
The fresh wound aches.
The tired skin flakes.
God will make what He will make.
We will take what we can take.
I used to think there wasn’t any goodness in the world, but then I started seeing deer in the country. So gentle. People like to shoot them.
One night she drove her bike straight into the waves. I will ride the sea floor forever, she said. I’m sick of all this goddamned Love.
A song spilled from the blackbird’s throat into the air. It was the same song that all birds sing: I am alone, but I am searching.
“Hello, what can I get ya’ll?”
“I’d like a boyfriend who’s not a stinking piece of shit, please.”
“And for you?”
“Just kill me.”
At dawn the pink light of morning rolled through like everyone’s favorite sweetheart, blowing kisses at every window in town.
The city is my church, like the song says. I don’t know what we believe in, but I know my soul depends on it.
The dream of the unrepentant prodigal. A shadow carrying her far away from home. Her lonely cries filling the air.
Death had been good to Jackson. Now he was neon. For timeless eternity he floated through darkness, admiring himself.
p.s. Hey. So, we have a major treat this weekend because the amazing writer, d.l., and personality vivant Chris Dankland is sharing a chunk of his beautiful and note-perfectly medium mashing ongoing work ‘The Ten Thousand’ with us, and the pleasure is all yours. Enjoy, and please direct comments to Chris, who, by scary coincidence, is currently in the path of Hurricane Harvey and could surely use some props and outreach. Thanks, everybody, and Chris, if you’re seeing this, the blog is honored and grateful and please take great care of yourself until further notice. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. Jiro Takamatsu’s work looks very interesting, thank you, and I’ll investigate further. How was the wedding? Any unexpected spectacularity? Have a sweet weekend! ** David Ehrenstein, Gosh, I wish someone would make it possible to see Piero Heliczer’s films. Surely someone could figure out a way to put them on Vimeo or something at least. ** Steve Erickson, Hi. That seems fair of the actor. Yeah, being in-between is one of the director’s least appealing jobs unless you’re lucky enough to have a Production Manager. At least it sounds like it’ll work out, and I’m glad your cinematographer faced reality. Well, obviously ‘hippies’ is quite a broad term. ‘Forever Changes’ was not an obscure record on release. It was on a major label, heavily promoted, got raves all over the place, and I and everyone I knew were completely smitten with it. It didn’t chart very high in the States, but it was a hit and instantly revered in the UK. On the other hand, ‘Easter Everywhere’ and the 13th Floors in general, were pretty cult even in their heyday. They were on a tiny label, and critics loved that record, and hardcore record types like my crowd were very into it, but it and they were not lionized until later, around the mid-70s as I recall. Their music was too ‘weird’ and rough at the time to get much radio play, if any. Even the underground radio I listened to in those days barely played their stuff. It sounds like your friend was mostly following the edgy mainstream stuff at the time, like most people back then, I guess. ** Bill, Hi, Bill! Ha, nice about the full length title of the Chen Zhen piece. Are the fires out? Well, it’s Saturday so hopefully they’re at least on hold. ** Tosh Berman, Hi. For better or worse, I get the impression that Cinefamily’s skinting of queer work wasn’t much noticed or remarked upon until the roof fell in. It’s a sad state of affairs. I mean, whatever prejudice they had notwithstanding, it is a valuable place and, if it dies, it will definitely be a real loss for adventurous film admirers in LA. ** Sypha, Could it be possible that your teeth issues are at least somewhat behind your general health issues? Bad teeth can cause a lot of problems for the body even in far flung places. Do take care of the cavities, man, as much of a drag as the repairing act is. ** Thomas Moronic, Hi, Thomas! Thanks for the very good words about the post. Samara Scott … I don’t think I know her work? I’ll give it detailed look, thank you a lot! I liked the Ismail Bahri show. It’s definitely worth seeing, yes. And it’s two blocks from my apartment. You get here tomorrow, cool! Well, Zac and I have to start working on the film on Monday, but it won’t be the relentless, days-eating sound work that starts on the 4th. Yes, I think the best thing is to check in once you’re here. Zac’s away at a wedding this weekend, and when he gets back I’ll know better what our work schedule is next week. In any case, I’ll definitely have time to hang, that’s for sure. Safe trip over here! See you very soon! Love, me. ** Right. Fling your eyes, minds, and whatever other parts of yourself that are triggered into Chris Dankland’s wonderful post/gift this weekend, and speak to him, and thanks a lot, and I’ll see you on Monday.