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Things look a little boring right now, but we'll see what can be done with it, see? So email me if you want.
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Periodic Table of Poetry
Chemistry. Poetry. Chemoetry? Basically, a webpage with poetry devoted to the various elements. I don't think it's updated very often. Such, however, is life. Several interesting poems - look at the Cobalt and Tin entries, for example.
Alt.Culture
Slinky. A "wacky" online encyclopedia of pop culture in the Nineties. Actually, there's also a real-space, like, book equivalent of the thing - I've seen it in the library. Pretty slick, with weblinks to related sites for each entry. And you can find some bizarre stuff in there...bonus points for a Tank Girl entry.
Lamb. Lamb Lamb Lamb.
So a while ago, a friend of mine introduced me to the joys of this drum n' bass duo, Lamb. And I listened to the first, self-titled album and lovedlovedloved it. But then I had to give it back because, sigh, he was just lending it to me and wanted it back. Anyway, I just got their /second/ album a couple days ago and lovelovelove it, naturally. The singer's voice is amazing - and it has kind of an eery quality to it that I just can't quite figure out. And her partner's a master of sound, I swear. Anyway, visit this site. Lyrics, Audio Samples, lots of that kind of good stuff. Lamb!
...more reading?...
I'm reading Jack Kerouac's "Maggie Cassidy" at the moment, or at least I'm trying to. I can't really seem to get into it, so I may have to take it back to the library. Or try re-starting it. I have three books in my locker at work, waiting for reading. One of them is Doug Coupeland's "Generation X," just because it looks interesting, and since it spawned a buzzword, it might be good to read. Another book is this re-release of Harlan Ellison's "'Repent, Harlequin!' said the Ticktock Man." It's more of a story book, actually, with funky computer-generated illustrations. The third book escapes me at the moment. I'll probably think of it hours from now, staring at the ceiling or something. I'm eating grapes right now, and the window's open, so they're in a beam of sunlight. I keep picturing them shrivelling up into raisins before my eyes.
Bruno. A comic strip.
It's Monday night. And I noticed that despite having 145 hits, I haven't updated in a few days. I'm a bastard, aren't I? I hope you are vaguely interested in Spud, the meditative happyface. I wonder what mood he will find himself in next. Oh. Right. Entry. This is The Bruno on-line comic. Very cool. Very down-to-earth and all that junk. Um.
s m o k e o f b e e k e e p e r s
Gosh, have you listened to the new Apiary Records release? What if it doesn't exist? What if it's a redo of an older release from the 1970's? Eric writes prose and poetry. Only, a lot of the time the prose reads like poetry. Or something. And he uses tiny little text for links...
The first side-poem-doodle
I'm starting a new "sidebar poetic doodle," so the old one gets stuck in an entry for anybody who cares. Here: i feel so
disjointed today
/ how dare you
think me brave /
the light is so
bright outside /
the insides of
your eyelids
glow / words
spawn words /
poems grow
from first lines /
across a page /
they taste like /
champagne
bubbles /
cascading along
your retinas /
and you grow
tired / looking at your eyelids for a while
Let's take a moment to stare...
The first entry of the second set. I'm sure you're all very thrilled. What am I reading? "'Zine," by Pagan Kennedy - the story of one girl and her zine. That's right, one of those paper things before we had e-zines. It's billed by her as "How I spent six years of my life in the underground and finally...found myself...I think." I'm also reading Banana Yoshimoto's "Kitchen," and I've got a Leonard Cohen CD playing at the moment. *blip*
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accidental firestorms bleed / what is the colour of "old lace" / as milk is steamed / ice cream bleeds from the package it's in / as the heat grows / my eyes dance like wine / in the cold sunset wind / while a voice sings in the back ground / with ghostly notes of solid sound / nietzche dresses up in blue and red / screaming about green rocks / in formica cabinets / that just scream "paint me" / in "mintcream" letters / twelve-feet high / like sonic boom / i remember distantly / what chocolate tastes like / making do with vanilla and mango / coldly escalating the collapse / of several civilizations / you've never heard of / painting the cracks in the floor / with strange hues / i've never heard of / except in the weirdest / of places / alone forever and a day or something like that / what do pitas taste of / she worshipped the goldfish / the aquarian cosmic power / who burbled sweet nothings at her / while she called upon his power / laughing in the bathtub / rosebuds sprout from the drain / screaming for deliverance / screaming for a cold one / while the sun sets in technicolour gold / the water shivering / flash / flash / flash
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