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Tag Archives: POESIA

The Beatles, Getting better

Jefferson Airplane, White Rabbit

John Coltrane, MR. P.C.

The Who, My generation

Jimi Hendrix, Foxie Lady

Bob Dylan, All Along The Watchtower

 

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Franz Ferdinand, you could have it so much better

The (international) noise conspirancy, Let’s make history

Black Mountain, Rollercoaster

Guillemots, inside

Mazzy Star, She’s my baby

The National, Mistaken for strangers

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I can understand the haggar eyes

Of the old

Dry wrecks

Broken by seas of which they could drink nothing

 

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Arcade Fire, Month of May

Kristin Hersh, your dirty answer

Arab Strap, There is no ending

Van Morrison, Mystic of the east

Donovan, Barabajagal

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Epidermal macabre

Indelicate is the who loathes

The aspect of his fleshy clothes, –

The flying fabric stitched on bone,

The vesture of the skeleton,

The garment neither fur not hair,

The cloak of evil and despair,

The veil long violated by

Caresses of the hand and eye.

Yet such is my unseemliness:

I hate my epidermal dress,

The savage blood’s obscenity,

The rags of my anatomy,

And willingly would I dispense

With false accoutrements of sense,

To sleep immodestly, a most

Incarnadine and carnal ghost.

Outlined Epitaphs

8.

Yes, I am a thief of thoughts

not, I pray, a stealer of souls

I have built an’ rebuilt

upon what is waitin’

for the sand on the beaches

carves many castles

on what has been opened

before my time

a word, a tune, a story, a line

keys in the wind t’ unlock my mind

an’ t’ grant my closet thoughts backyard air

it is not of me t’ sit an’ ponder

wonderin’ an’ wastin’ time

thinkin’ of thoughts that haven’t been thunk

thinkin’ of dreams that haven’t been dreamt

an’ new ideas that haven’t been wrote

an’ new words t’ fit into rhyme

( if it rhymes, it rhymes

if it don’t, it don’t

if it comes, it comes

if it won’t, it won’t)

 

no I must react an’ spit fast

with weapons of words

wrapped in tunes

that’ve rolled through the simple years

teasin’ me t’ treat them right

t’ reshape them an’ restring them

t’ protect my own world

from the mouths of all those

who’d eat it

[…..]

 

a Mercedes’s engine

will take us

elsewhere in town,

Janis,

wound long hair

no longer crying

nervous fingers on scrim

scratched desires a blow

pocket and liquid

all our good expectations

for nothing

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Bill Laswell, Night air & low frequency

AGF, Private birds

DJ Spooky, Lingua ex machina

Miles Davis, Pharaoh’s dance

John Coltrane, Impressions

John Zorn, Batman

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blue sky days”

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