“a raped woman got executed, it was used for books and movies and shit.”

"In loving him, I saw a cigarette between the fingers of a hand, smoke blowing backwards into the room, and sputtering planes diving low through the clouds. In loving him, I saw men encouraging each other to lay down their arms. In loving him, I saw small-town laborers creating excavations that other men spend their lives trying to fill. In loving him, I saw moving films of stone buildings; I saw a hand in prison dragging snow from a sill. In loving him, I saw great houses being erected that would soon slide into the waiting and stirring seas. I saw him freeing me from the silences of the interior of life.

-David Wojnarowicz

When you grow up, your heart dies

new music from Elizabeth Fraser!

Slightly underwhelming, but still sublime.

Ennui

Its two p.m. but I’m still in my pajamas;
Stretched out V-neck t-shirt with hoary pit stains,
And navy blue boxers, covered in delicate white paisleys.
I’m checking my email, finishing what’s left of last night’s beer.

No, Dennis hasn’t emailed back yet.

No, I don’t care about your DVD sale, Amazon.com
and for sure I don’t need Viagra, yet.

I decide to eat breakfast;
pineapple, vegetarian sausage
and bitter espresso to take the edge off
the Klonopin I just popped.

Space out on the Food Network. Someone’s cooking something
but, I’m listening to Xiu Xiu.
Jamie whispers from inside my stereo;
It smells like Falouja, a hammock rod…
And I don’t even know what Falouja smells like.

My cell phone rings but I can’t find it,
under dirty clothes,
in coat pockets,
or on my dresser.
I figure, whatever, they’ll leave a message.
or
call back.

Concerts I Have Been to Episode 8:

Switchblade Symphony at the Trocadero in San Francisco, CA on 10/31/1997