Married in Berdichev - falling leaves—ballet

Sunday May 5 @ 12:40pm

SAINT PEPSI - triumph international

… hey summer … (‘losing game’, ‘losing game’, press play)

Sunday May 5 @ 12:37pm

yong yong - bujuman

…. i need their tape …. so badly.

Friday May 5 @ 06:22pm

              ‘I mean glass windows, and doors, which let in day-light,
              at the same time that they secure us from the injuries of
              the air; which procure us in the heart of our houses, the
              diversified spectacle of nature, and transform the winds,
              the frosts, and the tempests, into a magnificent moving
              picture.’
              Chevalier de la Condamine

SECRET walls
            2 flowers
hollyhock
                        marigold
                        (s your flowers are)
                                                  German lesson,
                                                  window open wide
                                                  cold spring kids gather
-  ich kann deutsch
.. liebling

Hyperion to Diotima
             -  I am afraid
of the sun’s bright
carriage, the stillness
of your eyes between
violin notes
             ( . )

*

              scale
face
              encrypted
these words
secret walls -
            français

            les murs secrets
                          encrypt
je suis à la gare
                          du Nord
                          del’Est
these words
             beloved -
             deutsch (for sheep; schaf)
             tractor; tractor (the same in French)
I am at the station
                          [            ]
secret walls

*

Diotima à Hyperion
suis perdue. ton visage
enmuré
les murs sont cassés!
sur le papier
au dessus
sa tête

*

I do not speak German
my life among pine cones
                                             SECRET WALLS
                                             the horses, their
                                             manes black

                                             plumes

                                             (shielded
                                             azur,)
                                             ma téte est casseé

*

Secret walls
immured
                        my heart is black
blazoned,
on points of azure
                        the walls are
stone
or brick
but shining
embedded
mortar,
mixed with lime
a little crushed
eggshell
hair
blood

*

pont d’argent
                         un chat noir
Diotima to Hyperion
cheri,
mon coeur noirci

in the courtyard, on the paving stones, i saw
letters rise and form
in white chalk, with smoke on the wind
a tale of Hoffman, un chat un conte
my story as seen
              the veilblackened,
                          torn from my eyes

the trees unblossoming
secret walls

*

Hyperion to Diotima
liebe? I am
b-l-v-d,
l-s m-rs
-ncrypt
-nm-r—-

*

my daughter’s book with pictures of the weather
it snowed. Again. Icy
hale. Robintreein
gardenchk chk.
Shift.
my breaking head

*

secret walls
black stones  
                          exil dur
your heaviness softens me
in the turned earth,
BLUERADIANCE
doucement doucement
                         - gently

——————
Bridget Penney
aus: Index

Friday May 5 @ 06:21pm

ssaliva - masq

Wednesday May 5 @ 12:17pm

city of pirates (cut)

Thursday May 5 @ 02:16pm

holly herndon - fade

… and to holly.

Thursday May 5 @ 10:40am

DJ Paypal - Why EP

… an ode to paypal …

Thursday May 5 @ 10:38am

code unknown (cut)

Monday Apr 4 @ 08:42pm
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Monday Apr 4 @ 08:42pm

love cult - place to get lost in

Thursday Mar 3 @ 10:40am

finisterrae (cut)

Tuesday Mar 3 @ 03:24pm

[…]
Mein Lieblingsschild ist: “Echte Girls, echte Action!”
und kleiner, mit immer noch blinkenden Lichtern:

“Girl mit Girl, Girl mit ______.” Die Variante “Girl mit
gefalteten Händen, um ihr Leben bettelnd” gibt’s nicht.

Niemand, den wir kennen, hat es so nötig.

———————
Matthea Harvey
aus: Du kennst das auch

Friday Mar 3 @ 04:33pm

DEEP MAGIC - CLOSED EYES

‘dark retreat’ is gold.

Friday Mar 3 @ 04:32pm

Gesichterschwall

Zermüdlichkeit: meine Stimme verlallte im Unterholz der Träume; rote Fische aßen mich wieder. Weibliches, mit dem Gesicht aller Mädchen, beinte heran.   
Im hohen Treppenhaus der Schule, im Gesichterschwall, verschwand mein eigenes …..
Im Grauen liegen, wie in geschmolzener Erinnerung (mit rostbreiten Säumen, die der Hahn dran wieherte). Dann:
Uhr in Fingerzacken (geht die Wortdestille also wieder. Mit allen Arten von Zwielichtern erfüllt).

—————
Arno Schmidt
aus: Traumflausn

Sunday Mar 3 @ 11:19am

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