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Nov. 29th, 2009

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Aug. 28th, 2009

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Been climbing trees, I've skinned my knees
My hands are black
The sun is going down
She scruffs my hair in the kitchen steam
She's listening to the dream I weaved today


Crosswords through the bathroom door
While someone sings the theme-tune to the news
And my sister buzzes through the room
Leaving perfume in the air
And that's what triggered this

I come back here from time to time
I shelter here some days

A high-back chair, he sits and stares a thousand yards
And whistles marching band
Kneeling by and speaking up

He reaches out and I take a massive hand
Disjointed tales that flit between
Short trousers and a full dress uniform

And he talks of people ten years gone like I've known them all my life
Like Scattered Black and Whites

I come back here from time to time
I shelter here some days

May. 25th, 2009

Frozen

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Apr. 27th, 2009

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Stuck On This One Today...

Apr. 11th, 2009

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Leonard Cohen (Live In Los Angeles)



Confined to sex, we pressed against
The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
I made it to the forward deck.
I blessed our remnant fleet –
And then consented to be wrecked,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.




Apr. 5th, 2009

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Sometimes...

                                        the story is best left untold...

Nov. 11th, 2008

Frozen

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Berlin 1942...


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Nov. 7th, 2008

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Sail On...Sail On...

Nov. 2nd, 2008

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Dia De Los Muertos





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Oct. 26th, 2008

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Via The William Gibson Feed...

Just arrived in Paris, to find that my wife has sent the following, from the current issue of The New Yorker (October 27, 2008 - page 43), David Sedaris writing in "Shouts and Murmurs". I'm too jet-lagged to managed a proper link, but, really this says it all:

'I don't know that it was always this way, but, for as long as I can remember, just as we move into the final weeks of the Presidential campaign the focus shifts to the undecided voters. "Who are they?" the news anchors ask. "And how might they determine the outcome of this election?"

Then you'll see this man or woman -- someone, I always think, who looks very happy to be on TV. "Well, Charlie," they say, "I've gone back and forth on the issues and whatnot, but I just can't seem to make up my mind!" Some insist that there's very little difference between candidate A and candidate B. Others claim that they're with A on defense and health care but are leaning toward B when it comes to the economy.

I look at these people and can't quite believe that they exist. Are they professional actors? I wonder. Or are they simply laymen who want a lot of attention?

To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. "Can I interest you in the chicken?" she asks. "Or would you prefer the platter of shit with broken glass in it?"

To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.'

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