8 years ago
Friday, July 31, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
21,000 words under sea level
writer's confinement
one wisdom tooth crisis
21ooo words
a gastroscopy
(no worries yet)
and a summer passing
down my window?
oh, well, and this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0aTrKE-xck
Friday, July 17, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
a playlist, as promised
antony and the johnsons – dust and water
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=46rf1AUJXRU)
radiohead – reckoner
radiohead – reckoner
santogold - lights out
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TwNkuw-YTVo)
the specials – ghost town
the specials – ghost town
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZ2oXzrnti4)
the gossip – heavy cross
the gossip – heavy cross
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KLLxdcrk0-s)
the killers – human
the killers – human
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rCE1MeUZgNk)
the yeah yeah yeahs – hysteric
the yeah yeah yeahs – hysteric
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fqKjIquR5Bc&feature=related)
the gorillaz – don’t get lost in heaven
the gorillaz – don’t get lost in heaven
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J1pu4O9vzLY)
bat for lashes - pearl's dream
bat for lashes - pearl's dream
empire of the sun – we are the people
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tj_Nlm0871E)
siouxsie and the banshees – dear prudence
siouxsie and the banshees – dear prudence
miles davis - human nature
Monday, July 6, 2009
the streets of napoli
they spread like bacteria
reaching over topographies through abrupt gestures
napoli is one of them
the only one?
grandma will make pasta, and right next to her,
in the middle of the kitchen, someone will park a motorcycle,
tyres muddy from the rain outside,
and we will eat straight from the gigantic pot,
looking out on the street, through a door that we never close and,
through the rain,
there will be gushes of water of a different provenance,
the juice of dirty laundry graced by the tired smell of dirty soap
napoli is hungry
to climb up past the web of balconies
to clean up and erase the scars
but
napoli is eating well tonight...
amalfi of winds
a little bit of homemade pasta with fresh seafood, rich people's homes on impossible precipices, old people nodding off into their soup, the occasional blue-eyed swimming pool, a tennis court suspended over a lagoon, too many languid looks suggesting satiety or a certain boredom of a very pleasant kind
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