Fell a power line II
Tuesday, July 02, 2013
Dear Charlie,
When I think of June my lungs shrink. I find myself watching myself watching you in a dream. I find myself seeing myself seeing you close your eyes, remembering that night. This is how I remember it...
When the day was done my bones ached. You were in the room where the instruments were played and friends came to hang on the edge of the couch. Sitting next to you felt better than any tear of relief. Magnets are stuck in jealousy of this synergy. As you placed your hands on your guitar you turned and smiled at me. Sitting next to you, I was without strings, carvings and cross. You were smiling at someone who had just returned to the world a second ago.
Feelings flooded my shell in a flash of that light of yours. My body vanished and all that was left was the mute sound of an invitation, until the moment a hand sent my bones pulsing back into my skin and she asked to take my place. She asked and I replied.
It was bad. I apologised and left your side for a cold chest of feathers. Sitting next to you was better than any tear or retreat but I couldn’t stand to let you see me this way, small, green and cloudy. I fell asleep in a crater and woke up in a jam. I walked to the music and took a place near the bar. You always knew how to see through a room without looking.
You finished your song and they watched you leave it behind like it was a newborn child. I was happy to see you walk to me and smile once more. How did you even get through? Charlie, when you took my hand and said “I want to show you something” it felt like cheating. You were taking me somewhere and I didn’t even care where. I knew that you would never lead me to the crater.
When we walked into it together I was confused. There in the dust under a dim light I could see a few old desks, a chalk board on the wall and some lockers. You kept staring at me, waiting for the math to be done but I kept searching the room for clues. This arrangement of old desks is so strange, I thought. Seems like they were just pushed together without reason. “Can’t you see?” you asked. You thought of everything. As you started to explain the pieces, the fillings and the possibilities I wanted to take you in my arms, be still for seasons and let the room disintegrate.
I know you know that is impossible. I know you know who I am. You always knew how to see through a room without looking. And even though I could not write this without a tear or two, I wanted you to understand what June meant to me. So quickly I was in and out of my body, my mind was tossed. That room is the answer to a question I never dared to ask. This may come as a meteor to you, I’m sorry. We are still the same. You are over there while I am over here, but we’ll always have Dusty.
Here's looking at you kid.
When I think of June my lungs shrink. I find myself watching myself watching you in a dream. I find myself seeing myself seeing you close your eyes, remembering that night. This is how I remember it...
When the day was done my bones ached. You were in the room where the instruments were played and friends came to hang on the edge of the couch. Sitting next to you felt better than any tear of relief. Magnets are stuck in jealousy of this synergy. As you placed your hands on your guitar you turned and smiled at me. Sitting next to you, I was without strings, carvings and cross. You were smiling at someone who had just returned to the world a second ago.
Feelings flooded my shell in a flash of that light of yours. My body vanished and all that was left was the mute sound of an invitation, until the moment a hand sent my bones pulsing back into my skin and she asked to take my place. She asked and I replied.
It was bad. I apologised and left your side for a cold chest of feathers. Sitting next to you was better than any tear or retreat but I couldn’t stand to let you see me this way, small, green and cloudy. I fell asleep in a crater and woke up in a jam. I walked to the music and took a place near the bar. You always knew how to see through a room without looking.
You finished your song and they watched you leave it behind like it was a newborn child. I was happy to see you walk to me and smile once more. How did you even get through? Charlie, when you took my hand and said “I want to show you something” it felt like cheating. You were taking me somewhere and I didn’t even care where. I knew that you would never lead me to the crater.
When we walked into it together I was confused. There in the dust under a dim light I could see a few old desks, a chalk board on the wall and some lockers. You kept staring at me, waiting for the math to be done but I kept searching the room for clues. This arrangement of old desks is so strange, I thought. Seems like they were just pushed together without reason. “Can’t you see?” you asked. You thought of everything. As you started to explain the pieces, the fillings and the possibilities I wanted to take you in my arms, be still for seasons and let the room disintegrate.
I know you know that is impossible. I know you know who I am. You always knew how to see through a room without looking. And even though I could not write this without a tear or two, I wanted you to understand what June meant to me. So quickly I was in and out of my body, my mind was tossed. That room is the answer to a question I never dared to ask. This may come as a meteor to you, I’m sorry. We are still the same. You are over there while I am over here, but we’ll always have Dusty.
Here's looking at you kid.
Labels: alarming truthness, artform, Dear Charlie, music
posted by Primessa Espiritu
July 02, 2013
0 comments
Keep them still
Sunday, January 27, 2013
BETWEEN THE BARS
Elliott Smith
Drink up, baby, stay up all night
With the things you could do, you won't but you might
The potential you'll be that you'll never see
The promises you'll only make
Drink up with me now and forget all about
The pressure of days, do what I say
And I'll make you okay and drive them away
The images stuck in your head
People you've been before that you
Don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
Drink up, baby, look at the stars
I'll kiss you again, between the bars
Where I'm seeing you there, with your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught
Drink up one more time and I'll make you mine
Keep you apart, deep in my heart
separate from the rest, where I like you the best
And keep the things you forgot
People you've been before that you
Don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
Labels: bars, elliott smith, music, video
posted by Primessa Espiritu
January 27, 2013
0 comments
La Corneille
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Corneille, ma noire
corneille qui me saoules
opaque et envoûtante
venue pour posséder ta saison et ta descendance
Déjà l’été goûte un soleil de mûres
déjà tu conjoins en ton vol la terre et l’espace
au plus bas de l’air de même qu’en sa hauteur
et dans le profond des champs et des clôtures
s’éveille dans ton appel l’intimité prochaine
du grand corps brûlant de juillet
Corneille, ma noire
parmi l’avril friselis
Avec l’alcool des chaleurs nouvelles
la peau s’écarquille et tu me rends
bric-à-brac sur mon aire sauvage et fou braque
dans tous les coins et recoins de moi-même
j’ai mille animaux et plantes par la tête
mon sang dans l’air remue comme une haleine
Corneille, ma noire
jusqu’en ma moelle
Tu me fais prendre la femme que j’aime
du même trébuchant et même
tragique croassement rauque et souverain
dans l’immémoriale et la réciproque
secousse des corps
Corneille, ma noire
Gaston MironThis inspired the latest bloc of words I pieced together last week. You can hear a wonderful version of this poem by Michel Faubert here. The music takes it to another level...
posted by Primessa Espiritu
September 13, 2012
0 comments
- - - bouche cousue - - -
Sunday, September 26, 2010
posted by Primessa Espiritu
September 26, 2010
0 comments
La Possibilité d'une île
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Fundamentally I could have certainly formulated some objections, for example the fact that nonpossessive love only seemed conceivable if you yourself lived in an atmosphere saturated with delights, from which all fear was absent, particularly fear of abandonment and death, and that it implied at the very least, and among other things, eternity; in short the conditions for it were not reality.
Michel Houellebecq : The Possibility Of An Island : Daniel1, 14
And however ugly, perverse, deformed or stupid this human being might be
The dog loves him, the dog loves him
Iggy Pop : Préliminaires : A Machine for Loving
Michel Houellebecq : The Possibility Of An Island : Daniel1, 14
And however ugly, perverse, deformed or stupid this human being might be
The dog loves him, the dog loves him
Iggy Pop : Préliminaires : A Machine for Loving
posted by Primessa Espiritu
August 22, 2010
0 comments
The winds tear it apart
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
posted by Primessa Espiritu
October 20, 2009
0 comments
Juno Moneta
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
On one side
a pile of papers
Behind the door
a pile of papers
On the other
a door
Behind the door
surprises
Through the papers
release
I am stuck
with a coin
Once
tails
Twice
tails
Thrice
tails
All signs
to the weight
to the word
to the imaginary
kaleidoscope
lullabies
communion
If I had
a proper hat
I would
goLabels: “Do I dare?”, alarming truthness, artform, debate, festival, music
posted by Primessa Espiritu
September 30, 2009
0 comments
Love Song For A Schuba Diver
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Every year, when the sun starts to get lazy, I seem to slowly retreat into in a melodic haze. As if songs could warm me up the way summer has... so like magic, I fall back on the epic notes, tried, tested and true throughout the years, the rivers, the mountain tops and tall rye fields and let myself be rocked by sounds that remind me of home.
I want to share them with you. Scroll down.
I want to share them with you. Scroll down.
You can click the title to listen or click here for the complete playlist on YouTube.
Iron & Wine - Trapeze Swinger
Radiohead - Street Spirit
Margot and the Nuclear So & So's - A Sea Chanty of Sorts
Bon Iver - Holocene
Giselle - Silk
Silversun Pickups - Three Seed
The Smashing Pumpkins - Disarm
Phatnogram - When I'm Small
Nina Simone - Feeling Good
Labels: curiosities, music, titles
posted by Primessa Espiritu
September 10, 2009
0 comments
Why is the moon so sad?
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Labels: morrissey, movie video, music, seasick, Yet Still Docked
posted by Primessa Espiritu
May 07, 2009
0 comments
Landing on you
Monday, March 02, 2009
Instead of writing noise [white white white quiet clean] and drawing pictures of vertigo, I'll share with you the latest Mix CD that was given to me a few days ago. It's a good story. The title of the mix is Relax. It is part One of a Two disc gift. Cheers.
1. Ray Lamontagne - Empty
2. Arcade Fire - My Body Is A Cage
3. Albert Hammond Jr - Scared
4. Portishead - Deep Water
5. Coldplay - The Scientist
6. Ben Harper - Waiting On An Angel
7. Patrick Watson - The Great Escape
8. David Gray - Nightblindness
9. Nouvelle Vague - In A Manner Of Speaking
10. Jay Jay Johanson - Deja Vu
11. The Good, The Bad And The Queen - Green Fields
12. Albert Hammond Jr - Cartoon music for superheroes
13. Moby - At Least We Tried
14. Ray Lamontagne - Lesson Learned
15. Devendra Banhart - So Long Old Bean
16. Killers - Believe Me Natalie
17. Kills - Black Balloon
18. Feist - The Water
19. Fiona Apple - Never Is A Promise
1. Ray Lamontagne - Empty
2. Arcade Fire - My Body Is A Cage
3. Albert Hammond Jr - Scared
4. Portishead - Deep Water
5. Coldplay - The Scientist
6. Ben Harper - Waiting On An Angel
7. Patrick Watson - The Great Escape
8. David Gray - Nightblindness
9. Nouvelle Vague - In A Manner Of Speaking
10. Jay Jay Johanson - Deja Vu
11. The Good, The Bad And The Queen - Green Fields
12. Albert Hammond Jr - Cartoon music for superheroes
13. Moby - At Least We Tried
14. Ray Lamontagne - Lesson Learned
15. Devendra Banhart - So Long Old Bean
16. Killers - Believe Me Natalie
17. Kills - Black Balloon
18. Feist - The Water
19. Fiona Apple - Never Is A Promise
Labels: music
posted by Primessa Espiritu
March 02, 2009
Come over and convert me
Monday, December 29, 2008
lead me straight to the cross
posted by Primessa Espiritu
December 29, 2008
Aeroplanes and Hurricanes
Sunday, October 12, 2008
by The Physics of Meaning
From Snake Charmer and Destiny at the Stroke of Midnight
[Now back to counting the waves...]
From Snake Charmer and Destiny at the Stroke of Midnight
[Now back to counting the waves...]
Labels: music
posted by Primessa Espiritu
October 12, 2008
0 comments
La mort de Fred Chichin
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Christine Albanel a salué la mémoire de l’aryiste, en soulignant qu’ «avec lui les mots de diversités et de variétés prenaient tout leur sens». «Il était réellement ouvert à toutes les influences musicales, à toutes les cultures, toutes les traditions» et «savait merveilleusement les faire dialoguer pour les adapter au mieux à la fantaisie, à l’humour, au non-conformisme des Rita Mitsouko» a ajouté la ministre de la Culture.- Le Figaro
Labels: jargon, music, passages, Rita Mitsouko
posted by Primessa Espiritu
November 28, 2007
Accidents waiting to happen
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
In honor of www.inrainbows.com, I will be replying to all my emails with appropriate Radiohead song titles as the subject line.
Labels: music
posted by Primessa Espiritu
October 10, 2007