Monthly Archives: March 2010

happy birthday aerienne [archive]

when chasing white whales, never chase alone. embark with an amorphous sophomore so while you’re three years gone without a shore, this princess shares your joy in the unknown. beautiful, sublime, her waxwing lips will speak of frogs, of rainbows, … Continue reading

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03.25.10 – Thee Oh Sees @ Casual Encounters [archive]

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Thee Oh Sees: live [archive]

they certainly have some sick albums, eps, singles, etc, but make no mistake: Thee Oh Sees is a band best served live.

i spent my last two nights seeing them: the first, at a dirty garage show in Los Angeles, and the second, at a tiny classroom trailer on UC Irvine’s campus.

jumping, headbanging, sweat, pushing, pulling, falling, rising, spinning, turning, punching, being, being, being, being: it’s better than ice cream and liquor.

every time i’ve seen them, they open the set with Enemy Destruct, the first track off of Help. of course, it’s considerably sped up and, like a firecracker, the previously still pond of people leaps into a torrent of raging rock & roll-induced madness.

their songs, though bursts, just explosions of energy that don’t last very long, make up for their shortness in sheer intensity. when you’re gasping for air and limb a minute in, you’re happy to be able to breathe when they finish at minute two. that said, i have yet to see them live without experiencing one of their songs drawn out to its extremities, stretched minutes upon minutes into infinity, a brutal chant of rhythm and melody that possesses your feet, makes you think it’s punk rock disco night across the universe.

the rest of the band fucking rocks, but it’s clear that the lead guitarist, John Dwyer, is the general in this war. like a sun, all our energy we owe to him. and, like a good military superior, he’s always dicking around. whether eating his microphone like in the above photo, forcing the head of his guitar into the ground, or hopping like an lsd leprechaun, Dwyer attracts all eyes in the room. (that is, if you don’t have hair or fists in your face already.) at one point last night, he shoved his microphone against the head of one of the drummer’s toms and started guitar-humping the amp to draw as much fucked up feedback from it as possible. keep in mind, this is halfway through a 10-minute epic of a jam whose only recognizable lyric (to me) is “all you need is the summertime oh oh,” repeated over and over. eventually Dwyer gave up (or was fulfilled) and the drummer somehow mustered up the energy to bust out some cracked out drum solo that had one kid in front of me convulsing until he collapsed on the floor, where he continued to shake his arms, legs, and head anyway.

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RE: [archive]

“I like the image of concerned scientist. They just seem like super stressed and worried but don’t know what to do cause they know the problem, and not the solution. Thats how i imagine them. The most stressed out people … Continue reading

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Guns in the Sky [archive]

where is everybody? where are all the pools? where is the ocean? why is it so hot? why won’t you just come play? can’t you take a joke? will i write my thesis? will i graduate? am i going to … Continue reading

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Pink Floyd (in order) [archive-fb]

The Dark Side of the Moon
The Piper at the Gates of Dawn
Wish You Were Here
The Wall
A Saucerful of Secrets


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pooretry [archive]

four point four earthquake at four oh four am and i’m happy.

i’m not writing my thesis right now.

Kenneth Rexroth is a poet.


i hate pre-ripped pants.

tell me if you think this analogy works. you’re in the kitchen with this beautifully buxom babe, she’s just all in a tizzy, grabbing parsley, grabbing cheese, swinging knives, dropping pasta into pots, etc etc etc. you notice none of this because she’s wearing this evil blouse that pushes her perfect tits, perfectly ballooning into your face. christ. oh yeah, she has a boyfriend. she’s jollily making him dinner and he’s waiting upstairs, probably cybering with his backup girl from back home. it’s like walking near a cliff that drops a hundred feet to jagged rock and water. the horizon goes forever, the wind pushes itself into your lungs, the grass dances under your feet, and the cliff is just a cliff. it sits and waits, seemingly innocent; but it’s actually drawing you to the edge. the closer you get to the edge, the more and more you think you could just jump. this isn’t just possibility, it’s all-out desire. you WANT to jump. you want to run and leap, dive, fall, plunge to your death. the jagged rocks pull you. someone needs to slice me at the wrists.

the other day i received this text message from Adam:

Anyways, tool fails at being what they try to be. They don’t find peace in the void. Unless the void is not silent. It is in my mind. Anyways. Happy trails.

i hope you don’t care about being quoted. maybe you were just spewing nonsense for fun or maybe this is your final thesis on Tool, but i’m guessing it’s somewhere in between. i, on the other hand, was certainly stoned when i saw the text, and i couldn’t even respond properly. all i said was “silly, silly.”

“They don’t find peace in the void.” what does that even mean? for me to find peace? for Danny and Maynard to find peace? for everyone in the world to find peace? if it’s just the second, there can be no doubt that the men succeed. listening to them play, you know they are not just enjoying themselves, but freeing themselves. there is no way you can chant or drum or strum for minutes and minutes at a time like that and not find yourself lulled into a peaceful trance. in a way, this is a stupid point to try to make because we will never know unless we ask them. but i’m happy assuming i hear their peace through their performance.

i’m pretty sure that’s not what you were referring to, though. maybe you meant they don’t find peace for everyone, for people in general. trivially true. my dad finds everything but peace when i blast Tool at home.

you probably meant that you don’t find peace in their music. that’s fine…. predictable even. sometimes i feel like i’m one of the few fools who never grow out their past taste. i’m listening to Pushit [Live] right now and wearing that shirt you gave me, it’s fading into a nicely soft detergent black-blue. but there’s still one thing that bothers me about your claim that they don’t find peace: you might not have always said that. peace is the moment and you are supposedly telling me that Tool’s music never once sucked you into that moment, pulled you there, held you down with a force of six million black holes, ripping your mind apart in every direction, and, despite the noise drilling through your ear canals, filled your skull with the most unimaginable silence, a void. try to remember?

maybe i just completely misinterpreted you and i need to be set straight. let me know. in the meantime, have some pooretry:

ridiculous. leopard print
people peep attack. at each
turn, their own, more, more,
more. exactly how
they like it.

it’s true–
chickens hatch from people
disc is spelled with a k
fall is sometimes a season
without returns the weather

rum, Rexroth, and Chatroulette
sugar cane flowers bloom
in my mouth, merry weather. whenever
i go outside
i think
of one of my favorite poems ever,
no friends, etc, etc. it doesn’t rhyme
much. such gambling grows
a thesis statement, long-haired
green wine-stained, and bearded
down my throat.

pour me some poor porridge poetry,

Victory, pronounced
(KNEE-key) loses bluish heads and
dimes incessantly. doing, doing, doing

assigned the name
when crossing the Atlantic
from Greece to Rome. post-it pantheist
creation, magic undulation, black
swirly while.

turkey turkey, my favorite
word is “chicken.” flying to you
disentangles myths:
marble chai minaret of my mind,
your mind eyes rings,

California even has the best natural disasters:
fog, gold, hollywood,
Web, bears, franciscans,
redwoods, deserts, oceans.

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have some Hass [archive]

atavistic, a.
Of or pertaining to atavism; atavic.
atavic, a.
Of or pertaining to a remote ancestor.

camphor, n.
1. A whitish translucent crystalline volatile substance, belonging chemically to the vegetable oils, and having a bitter aromatic taste and a strong characteristic smell: it is used in pharmacy, and was formerly in repute as an antaphrodisiac.

A yellow kind of edible fungus (Cantharellus cibarius).

puffball, n.
1. a. Any of various gasteromycete fungi characterized by a globose fruiting body which on the rupturing of the outer wall (peridium) at maturity discharges a cloud of powdery spores.
Many species of puffball are edible when young. In a dried state they were formerly used as tinder, and to provide a narcotic or stupefying smoke.

loam, n.
3. A soil of great fertility composed chiefly of clay and sand with an admixture of decomposed vegetable matter.
It is called clay loam or sandy loam according as the clay or sand preponderates.

sandalwood, n. (and a.)
1. A scented wood obtained from several species of Santalum; also, an inodorous dye-wood, Pterocarpus santalinus, RED SANDERS.
white sandalwood is obtained from S. album, a tree resembling the myrtle, found on the Malabar coast. citron or yellow sandalwood is from S. Freycinetianum, found in the South Sea Islands. red sandalwood = RED SANDERS (see also 2 below).

A marine animal, an echinoderm (Holothuria edulis), called also Trepang, Sea-cucumber, Sea-slug, eaten as a luxury by the Chinese. Hence a vb. to beche-de-mer. b. = BEACH-LA-MAR.

Christopher Houston “Kit” Carson (December 24, 1809 – May 23, 1868) was an American frontiersman. Carson left home in rural present-day Missouri at an early age and became a trapper in the West. He gained notoriety for his role as John C. Fremont’s guide in the American West. Carson also played a minor role in California during the 1846-48 Mexican-American War. Later he became a rancher in New Mexico. During the American Civil War, he helped organize the New Mexico volunteer infantry for the Union. By order of the United States Army, he had to fight against Navajo natives, against his will. By 1864, about 8000 Navajo had surrendered to the U.S. Army, while another 8000 hid in the back country. Kit Carson finally went home to his family. After the Civil War, Carson moved to Colorado, where he died.

The active narcotic principle of poisonous fungi.

a. A red or white dry wine of California.

Hanoi, estimated population nearly 6.5 million (2009), is the capital and second-largest city of Vietnam. From 1010 until 1802, it was the most important political centre of Vietnam. It was eclipsed by Hue during the Nguyen Dynasty as the capital of Vietnam, but Hanoi served as the capital of French Indochina from 1902 to 1954. From 1954 to 1976, it was the capital of North Vietnam. The city is located on the right bank of the Red River and 1,760 km (1,090 mi) north of Ho Chi Minh City. October 2010 will officially mark 1000 years of the establishment of the city.

Pinot, n.
1. Any of several varieties of grapevine, associated particularly with the Burgundy region of France; the grape of these vines. Also: wine made from these grapes.

ironwood, iron-wood
Name given (more or less locally) to the extremely hard wood of various trees, of many different orders and countries; also to the trees themselves.

A passerine bird of the genus Ampelis (Bombycilla), esp. A. garrulus, the Bohemian waxwing.

pyracantha, n.
Originally: scarlet firethorn, Pyracantha coccinea (family Rosaceae), a southern European thorny evergreen shrub bearing clusters of white flowers and persistent orange-red berries, often grown as an ornamental wall shrub. Later also: any of several other species and numerous cultivated varieties comprising the genus Pyracantha, often having orange or yellow berries; (also in form Pyracantha) the genus itself. Cf. PYRACANTH n.

steel-head, a. and n.
A. adj. Having a head of steel. poet.
B. n.
1. The rainbow trout of N. America, Salmo irideus or S. Gairdneri. Also attrib., as steelhead trout.
2. The ruddy duck, Erismatura rubida. U.S. (local).

1. A thorny shrub or small tree, Crataegus Oxyacantha, N.O. Rosaceae, extensively used for forming hedges; the White-thorn. It bears white, and, in some varieties, red or pink blossom (called ‘may’); its fruit, the haw, is a small round dark red berry. (Also extended to other species of Crataegus.)

Ishi (ca. 1860 – March 25, 1916) was the pseudonym of the last member of the Yahi, in turn the last surviving group of the Yana people of California. Ishi is believed to be the last Native American in Northern California to have lived most of his life completely outside the European American culture. He emerged from the wild near Oroville, California, leaving his ancestral homeland in the foothills near Lassen Peak. Ishi means “man” in Yana, which was the name Alfred Kroeber gave him when he discovered Ishi had never been given a name. When asked his actual name, he said: “I have none, because there were no people to name me,” meaning that no tribal ceremony had been performed.

Les Enfants du Paradis, released as Children of Paradise in North America, is a 1945 film by French director Marcel Carne, made during the Nazi occupation of France. Set among the Parisian theatre scene of the 1830s, it tells the story of a beautiful courtesan, Garance, and the four men who love her in their own ways: a mime, an actor, a criminal and an aristocrat. A three-hour film divided into two halves, it was described in the original American trailer as the French answer to Gone with the Wind. The film was voted “Best French Film Ever” in a poll of 600 French critics and professionals in 1995.

Aleksandr Sergeyevich Pushkin (June 6 [O.S. May 26] 1799 – February 10 [O.S. January 29] 1837) was a Russian author of the Romantic era who is considered by many to be the greatest Russian poet and the founder of modern Russian literature. Pushkin pioneered the use of vernacular speech in his poems and plays, creating a style of storytelling-mixing drama, romance, and satire-associated with Russian literature ever since and greatly influencing later Russian writers.

Auguste Comte (19 January 1798 – 5 September 1857) was a French philosopher, the founder of the discipline of sociology and of the doctrine of positivism. He may be regarded as the first philosopher of science in the modern sense of the term.

Victor Prosper Considerant (October 12, 1808 – December 27, 1893) was a French utopian Socialist and disciple of Fourier.

Francois Marie Charles Fourier (7 April 1772 – 10 October 1837) was a French utopian socialist and philosopher. Fourier is credited by modern scholars with having originated the word feminisme in 1837; as early as 1808, he had argued, in the Theory of the Four Movements, that the extension of the liberty of women was the general principle of all social progress, though he disdained any attachment to a discourse of ‘equal rights’.

Samuel Gompers (January 27, 1850 – December 13, 1924) was an American labor union leader and a key figure in American labor history. Gompers founded the American Federation of Labor (AFL), and served as the AFL’s president from 1886-1894 and from 1895 until his death in 1924. He promoted harmony among the different craft unions that comprised the AFL, trying to minimize jurisdictional battles. He promoted “thorough” organization and collective bargaining to secure shorter hours and higher wages, the first essential steps, he believed, to emancipating labor. He also encouraged the AFL to take political action to “elect their friends” and “defeat their enemies.” During World War I, Gompers and the AFL worked with the government to avoid strikes and boost morale, while raising wage rates and expanding membership.

Maurice Polydore Marie Bernard, Count Maeterlinck (29 August 1862 – 6 May 1949) was a Belgian playwright, poet and essayist who wrote in French. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1911. The main themes in his work are death and the meaning of life. His plays form an important part of the Symbolist movement.

Ugo Betti (Camerino, February 4, 1892 – Rome, June 9, 1953) was an Italian judge, better known as an author, who is considered by many the greatest Italian playwright next to Pirandello.

trompe l’oeil
Deception of the eye, an illusion, spec. in Art with regard to the material reality of the object(s) represented, a (usu. still-life) painting, plaster ornament, etc., intended to give an illusion of reality. Also fig. and attrib. passing into adj.

1. A plant, Artemisia Dracunculus, N.O. Compositae, of the wormwood genus, a native of Southern Russia and Eastern Europe, the aromatic leaves of which are used to flavour salads, soups, etc.

The ground-robin or CHEEWINK of North America, Pipilo erythrophthalmus; also towhee bird, -finch, -bunting, -goldfinch. Also any species of Pipilo.

avocet, -set
One of the Wading birds (Grallatores), allied to the Snipes and Stilts, specially distinguished by its flexible upturned beak.

A stone-fruit; a fleshy or pulpy fruit enclosing a stone or nut having a kernel, as the olive, plum, and cherry.

John Gray (2 March 1866 – 14 June 1934) was an English poet whose works include Silverpoints, The Long Road and Park: A Fantastic Story. It has often been suggested that he was the inspiration behind Oscar Wilde’s fictional Dorian Gray.

Paul-Marie Verlaine (30 March 1844 – 8 January 1896) was a French poet associated with the Symbolist movement. He is considered one of the greatest representatives of the fin de siecle in international and French poetry.

Charles Pierre Baudelaire (April 9, 1821 – August 31, 1867) was a nineteenth-century French poet, critic, and translator. A controversial figure in his lifetime, Baudelaire’s name has become a byword for literary and artistic decadence. At the same time his works, in particular his book of poetry Les fleurs du mal (The Flowers of Evil), have been acknowledged as classics of French literature.

A French coin of the value of 1/100 of a franc.

Moravia is an historical region in Central Europe in the east of the Czech Republic, one of the former Czech lands. It takes its name from the Morava River which rises in the northwest of the region.

Mikhail Alexandrovich Bakunin (30 May [O.S. 18 May] 1814 – 1 July 1876) was a well-known Russian revolutionary and theorist of collectivist anarchism.

Yosa Buson, or Yosa no Buson (1716 – December 25, 1783), was a Japanese poet and painter from the Edo period. Along with Matsuo Basho and Kobayashi Issa, Buson is considered among the greatest poets of the Edo Period.

Kobayashi Issa (June 15, 1763 – January 5, 1828), was a Japanese poet and lay Buddhist priest of the Jodo Shinshu sect known for his haiku poems and journals. He is better known as simply Issa, a pen name meaning Cup-of-tea (lit. “one [cup of] tea”). He is regarded as one of the four haiku masters in Japan, along with Basho, Buson and Shiki. Reflecting the popularity and interest in Issa as man and poet, Japanese books on Issa outnumber those on Buson, and almost equal those on Basho.

Matsuo Basho (1644 – November 28, 1694) was the most famous poet of the Edo period in Japan. During his lifetime, Basho was recognized for his works in the collaborative haikai no renga form; today, after centuries of commentary, he is recognized as a master of brief and clear haiku. His poetry is internationally renowned, and within Japan many of his poems are reproduced on monuments and traditional sites.

a. A name formerly given to the Reed-sparrow or Reed-bunting (Emberiza schoe niclus). Obs.
b. Name of a North American genus of Finches, the Snow-birds; a bird of this genus.

1. A petty king; a king ruling over a small territory. Mostly contemptuous. Cf. KINGLING 1.
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slightly uncomfortably windy sunday [archive]

stolen white wine and a bowl and Jaylib and trippy lights with trippy music and a trippy girl tripping on lucy and she won’t put out and she’ll drink your rum and frail-ass bitches and discrete mathematics and puppies and spontaneous meditation and jug wine and covers and girls girls girls and some dude and disco and ditches and bitches and vomit and ditches and mixed decisions and a keg of local beer and drum circles and catchphrase circles and ants as rafts and the lyre bird and Myths & Texts and rain and beer and spliffs and drums and pale and unwanted kisses and kisses wanted and a dogpile and a burden and a burrito and a poem, entitled “Jesus of the Shia:”

a bliss.
let me reframe that.
skewered sewer rat
somatic epiphany.

we, the Internet, to form a more perfect union, smoke weed out of beer bongs.

the fellowship of the rinG: frodo baGGins, samwise GamGee, Gandalf the Grey, Gimli son of Gloin, leGolas, araGorn, boromir, pereGrine took, merry took Continue reading

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