"an outsider in this light, without object.
it turned out that the light, even while giving itself to this already-thing which existed, which denied existance to you.
there was this face bathed in an infinite space. i knew there would always be this face and this infinite space"
-roubaud
tonight i had a solitary listening party for the new mum album. nice! it sounds like sigur ros and bjork got together and forgot that whole melancholy thing. something maybe i should do sometimes.
then i went outside and hung out with Uncle Morty, a neighborhood cat i've named after the great morton feldman! he's a big tabby, and i've seen hollerin' at a couple of ladies on the block! i asked him if he ever listened to mum, and uhhh, he did'nt have much to say on the subject.
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is a truly broken language possible? are there things which ARE TRULY unknowable? is a wordless language possible? can you speak psychically. what would you say if you only could touch?
to bed!
it turned out that the light, even while giving itself to this already-thing which existed, which denied existance to you.
there was this face bathed in an infinite space. i knew there would always be this face and this infinite space"
-roubaud
tonight i had a solitary listening party for the new mum album. nice! it sounds like sigur ros and bjork got together and forgot that whole melancholy thing. something maybe i should do sometimes.
then i went outside and hung out with Uncle Morty, a neighborhood cat i've named after the great morton feldman! he's a big tabby, and i've seen hollerin' at a couple of ladies on the block! i asked him if he ever listened to mum, and uhhh, he did'nt have much to say on the subject.
?is a truly broken language possible? are there things which ARE TRULY unknowable? is a wordless language possible? can you speak psychically. what would you say if you only could touch?
to bed!
the early spring is a tempramental time! i've spent the better parts of the last couple days reading jaques roubaud and seaching for the bird whose call so elates me in the morning. 
my friend joe found cardinal feed, and we wait and watch for the pious bird. they are handsome, robust, and numerous this year! a great day is coming.
my friend joe found cardinal feed, and we wait and watch for the pious bird. they are handsome, robust, and numerous this year! a great day is coming.woo hoo! the cicadas are comin' back! this gives me much joy! field recordings here i come!!! 
wow, thanks! you guys are super nice!
i just realized last night that my phone has been off for the last three days, and i did'nt even notice it. hows that for lame. it kind of reminded of this last winter, where i get off the train at some random spot, and just wander around, every once in a while, finding some random art gallery open late, or just sit in some jazz club, smoking cigarettes and reading whitehead, being paranoid, or making others feel paranoid by shooting them a paranoid look. or writing my next rejected poem in some diner, sipping on the toxic that some people have the nerve to call coffee. one night a homeless told me "i know more about the litter in this city than anybody!" i'm starting to understand what he meant.
ugh, just feeling a little disconnected lately. everybody: hold your lovers real tight this weekend and thank god you're not in fallujah.
i just realized last night that my phone has been off for the last three days, and i did'nt even notice it. hows that for lame.
it kind of reminded of this last winter, where i get off the train at some random spot, and just wander around, every once in a while, finding some random art gallery open late, or just sit in some jazz club, smoking cigarettes and reading whitehead, being paranoid, or making others feel paranoid by shooting them a paranoid look. or writing my next rejected poem in some diner, sipping on the toxic that some people have the nerve to call coffee. one night a homeless told me "i know more about the litter in this city than anybody!" i'm starting to understand what he meant. ugh, just feeling a little disconnected lately. everybody: hold your lovers real tight this weekend and thank god you're not in fallujah.
it's been a near perfect day in the chicago 'burbs today, and i've finally got some free time, so i decided to stop lurking and finally put up a profile. a lot of people seem super nice on this site, and it's time to try something new. well i should probably write about myself.
i live in the chicago area, and work in a record store. i'm kind of reclusive, single and i would guess, kind of private. to indicate: this is kind of hard, not really used to talking about myself. i'm buddhist, i listen to and make experimental music, and am in a freenoise rock band called bionic rat. i also coedit a small circulation literary magazine.
anyway, a quick question about tattoos: i'm an african-american, and i've heard that alot of parlours use less experienced artists on darker skin. is that true? are there artists in chicago familiar with writing sanskrit?
thanks for reading
i live in the chicago area, and work in a record store. i'm kind of reclusive, single and i would guess, kind of private. to indicate: this is kind of hard, not really used to talking about myself. i'm buddhist, i listen to and make experimental music, and am in a freenoise rock band called bionic rat. i also coedit a small circulation literary magazine.
anyway, a quick question about tattoos: i'm an african-american, and i've heard that alot of parlours use less experienced artists on darker skin. is that true? are there artists in chicago familiar with writing sanskrit?
thanks for reading
