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Tag Archives: poetry and sounds

The Books, it never changes to stop

AGF, Chorizon

Ursula Rucker, Children’s poem

Lume Lume, Rupert’s all wrapped up

Lydia Lunch, Pass like night

Jim Carroll, Praying mantis



Fatti illuminare

fino a dove non arrivano gli specchi del guardare

nelle ore bagnate di quando la cecità ci duole.

Fammi tendere l’orecchio alla tua pancia,

fammi ascoltare il ricordo che porta

di quando si frantuma il tormento

in spesse croste d’argilla.


risillabare le parole

a spicchi,

agrumi che dissetano

nell’ansia di prender forma.

Isabella Bordoni




Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?

My friends all drive Porches , I must make amends,

Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,

So Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?


Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a color t.v.?

Dialing for Dollars is tryin’ to find me.

I wait for the delivery each day until three,

So lord, won’t you buy me a color t.v.?


Oh Lord,  won’t you buy me a night on the town?

I’counting on you, please don’t let me down;

Prove that you love me and buy me the next round,

Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a night on the town?


janis 1

Country Joe McDonald, The call

Phil Ochs, I ain’t marching anymore

Dj Spooky feat S. Williams, Not in our name

Jefferson Airplane, Volunteers

The noise conspirancy, A new language


street musicians against

street musicians against

In a surrealist year

of sandwichmen and sunbathers

dead sunflowers and live telephones

house-broken politicos with party whips

performed as usual

in the rings of their sawdust circuses

where tumblers and human cannonballs

filled the air like cries

when some cool clown

pressed an inedible mushroom button

and an inaudible Sunday bomb

fell down

catching the president at his prayers

on the 19th green

O it was spring

of fur leaves and cobalt flowers

when cadillacs fell thru the trees like rain

drowing the meadows with madness

while out of every imitation cloud

dropped myriad wingless crowds

of nutless nagasaki survivors

And lost teacups

full of our ashes

floated by

Bjork, Sun in my mouth

Vic Chesnutt, Wallace Stevens

Sonic Youth, Hits of sunshine

Loren Mazzacane Connors, The death of Shelly

Lee Ranaldo e Dana Colley, Letter to john Clellon Holmes

Lawrence Ferlinghetti e Dana Colley, A Coney Island Of the mind #4


IMM013(take & go)

S: if you smile at me I will understand,’cause that is

something everyone does in the same language.

D: I can see by your coat,my friend, you’re from the

other side. there’s just one thing I’ve got to know,

can you tell me please, who won?

S: say, can I have some of your purple berries?

D: Yes, i’ve been eating them for six or seven weeks

now, haven’t got sick once.

S: probably keep us both alive.


Wooden ships on the water very free,and easy.

You know the way it’s supposed to be.

Silver people on the shoreline let us be.

Talkin’  ’bout very free,,and easy.

Horror grips us as we watch you die.

all we can do is echo your anguished cries.

Stare as all human feelings die.

We are leaving, you don’t need us.


Got take a sister, then, by the hand.

Lead her away from this foreign land.

Far away, where we might laugh again.

We are leaving, you don’t need us.


And it’s a fair wind, blowin’ warm out of the south

Over my shoulders. Guess I’ll set a course and go.




Fairground Attraction, Trying times

The Beatles, I am the walrus

Patti smith, Pumping (my heart)

MC5, Looking at you

Sonic Youth, What we know

The White Stripes, In the cold,cold night

The Evens, sara lee

the ( international) noise conspiracy, abolish work

the white stripes, rag and bone

pearl jam, save you

patti smith group, pumping (my heart)

ramones, psycho therapy

the clash, hate & war

blue oyster cult, stairway to the stars


france cartigny , un jour je

sonic youth , nevermind (what was it anyway)

henry threadgill & make a move , don’t turn around

fugazi , sweet and low

p j harvey , send his love to me

francois breut , si tu disais


door , station

Sarah Humphreys, love like you

Joan as police woman, run for life

Sam Buckingham, simple

Etta james, tell mama

Janis Joplin, me and Bobby McGee