SPORTS

BY KENNETH GOLDSMITH (.pdf)

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SIRIUS REMEMBERED (1959)

acknowledgements to S. Brakhage

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after turning off hissing & spitting ~ in Its image to behold the singular stretching into earth is but a march of questions to the throne of human skulls ~ you cannot ask answer or whisper even ~ but boars by Its side abide and abide by the one law alone ~ us Beings alone imagine neither life on the ground or in the air ? no recollection of deep electricity runs (the beasts we fall prey to) and so The Great Ruler and all Its likes will never even look upon us ~ we who dwell in buildings are lost

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sea shine shrine

(home leaves residue of the you)

itsallAEÆ

encouragement, my brothers

john darnielle of the mountain goats authors one of my favorite blogs on the whole wide sea of superinformation. it seems that, besides being the best known artist committed to boom box, he is also a damn fine writer, and i will take his recommendation of most anything without a moment's critical hesitation. the blog is titled last plane to jakarta.'

bottled ship, post-it

one of those you can't afford to miss

i was unable to unearth a decent live video of these guys, but regardless, they deserve a mention anyway. if black metal is your thing, there is no way you're not gonna dig chaos moon. these two guys from nashville have been releasing stuff since 2004 (enlisting a vocalist and bass player for live performances), playing melodic-yet-bleak black metal, implementing ambient (at times bordering on doom) elements complemented by howling vocals and a truly relentless jack blackburn on drums. they've only released two full-lengths (both in 2007), an ep and a split with frostmoon eclipse and benighted in sodom so far, but if there is a grain of reason in this world, they will get their due.

the title track from the album origin of apparition can be found in shitty youtube quality here.

and you thought the tundra was a safe place

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in every dream of you
the sky loses structure shuts down the wind and
unmasks every thing'* rains pointillist surgery
only your keen eyes registernever do blink
the heartstory is rooted in the soil as in the sky
and equal amounts of longing
/confuse every ~element

structuresafe

witness marble pours radiance stroke simple & massive fur, see this house, always dormant, see? the nucleus goes unnoticed, this great beast, the revolution of its wings violet violent storrrmscapes 7&æ freezing fire ripping skin from your hands & mama yells: come back inside!see?
violin temperaments are feel take flight under these great wingbeats structure spells fast, clay, stone, rattlewindowbeats & whipping tall antlers of grass-- the deep & terrible sky,
your hair everywhere at once -

Thank You Mario But Our Princess Is In Another Castle

i can't promise that this blog won't in time be completely flooded with live vids/lyric bits from the mountain goats. chances are it will. here, from the ep with kaki king, a song about the loneliest job in the world:

"I waited here all by myself
the room was dark and it smelled like sulfur
I heard the screams from way down in the darkness
felt pretty sure my life was over

I kept my hat on just for luck
sang simple tunes the whole night through
I wondered if I'd wake to find myself in flames
as I waited here for you

yeah when you came in
I could breathe again

I saw some guys dressed up like sorcerers
blue robes that flowed above the ground
they came and went and I was frightened for my life
I tried not to make a sound

just when my solitude was closing in
I heard a howl like screeching tires
and I told you the one thing I know how to say
through the bright ringing drone of eight-bit choirs

yeah when you came in
I could breathe again "

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savoring, not clinging

six years later, the wrens' emotional earthquake-inducing masterpiece "the meadowlands" (named after the robert sullivan novel) has lost none of its grace. thank god the we still have people who write this good lyrics this side of the y2k.

ex-girl collection

Fourth floor room / each girl I've brought back home to bloom
All fold on close inspection
Each one leaves / a banner hanging from the eaves
Marking the eve of election.
Ex-girl collection, why?
Into why not
Into what else you got?
It's just how men mark time.
Ann slams in / another lightning round begins
This could get interesting
Where's Ann been? / she pours herself a don't-ask gin
No ice and light on the bitters / I'm done with quitters
'Why / Charles, I found out / wipe that smile off your mouth
I think it's tell-me time...'
Britt hit hard / she found my box of Beth's best cards
Hand cut and signed with 'X's
Called at work / 'Happy anniversary, jerk'
And I just laughed at the timing
With you on line two still crying / 'Why
Play sex on the cuff / does Beth like it rough
And learn your dirty lines?
And keep her hair cropped / (the other shoe dropped)
Is this how men mark time in couples?'
She cursed, / (this sounds so rehearsed)
As Ann, hand on hip, accusing me to the rafters
The words turn and spit and scratch rigth through to the plaster
I'm called ten kinds of a bastard / curses come faster / Why
Into why not
Into what else you got?
Into Charles gone to pot / in hotter water
Line up to lift up a toast / to the ones I hurt most
And how the well's gone lime
With Charles on the plow
I'm roger over and how.
Slower now, men make time
Fine. / Why? / what else you got?