I've still got aubergine on the brain. Among other things.

THE DRESSMAKER



In the window under the beak of 

the singing machine said

beautiful creature begets particolored

unnamed histories, stitching

strips cerulean & aubergine, the cleft

of night's erasure in the eyes of

the gasmask, the machine's fallen

F where fingers orbit the pneumatic

needle's thrum, crooked lines or

zigzag strokes knit contrapuntal

possibilities; coy, bespectacled before

the mannequin's glass pallor, pulls

off her arms gently, sings behind

a stilletoed emblem.



You've the right to remain 

aghast, now I want to believe 

in simple things: the window's glow,

shoulderblades, Arachne's last stand

given way to webbed silence, this

last gasp of something unreckoned, 

grasping at quick silk, the present's

unspeakable cuneiform, a silver thread

for these nights, this high

lonesome, unconsoled.             Be clad,

my armies of the dead, in tender

coats: each (of them), each word is naked,

a figment, no costume & no costume

jewelry or mute fabric, combustible;

these no pyre, sentences: no glib

innueundo, no story for the sky.

Polyurethane, too, my countenance:

I want you to pull & reattach 

my limbs in that same

way: you spider, chimera,

        cipher for the actual:

before you I'm also a dummy, no mouth,

                                           no brain.

Tell Julie to hurry the hell up...

Subject: Teahouseblossom hows it going? julie said you wanted this info

Date: Sun, 09 May 04 06:30:47 GMT

Teahouseblossom

CHEAP CHEAP CHEAP CHEAP

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VAL1UM

VICOD1N

Have become obsessed with a series of lines from a Kruder & Dorfmeister song that Aaron gave me on a mix. (To get the full effect you have to hear it in the deep basso-profundo Jamaican voice of the song):

"And all the raindrops keep on landin' on my face like spectre.
Each one brandin' me, showing me who I am.

Don' give a damn..."

I want to use it as an epigram at the beginning of my "Spectre" manuscript, but I feel like the nonironic use of pop music is somewhat suspect...

Hooky!

No Shit, Sherlock

1970s FBI File Pegs Kerry As Moderate .

For the record, I hate GWB and I will vote for Kerry. However, I think the man (Kerry), is a chump.

What's the name of your iPod?

Mine: (Old one): Dr. Theopolis, (New one): Nadja.

Info for the June UDP/Loudmouth event at 108 is up on the Maudite Productions blog. Those of you who missed them at the Green Street event this past weekend can check them out in full effect in June. Free for the people. Hope to see you there!...

Of all the Norweigan Black Metal I downloaded last night, I think my favorite is Gorgoroth's "Litani til Satan," in which, King av Hell seems to be reciting a poem. It's in Norweigan, but he sounds very *sensitive.* It's not easy being the King av Hell, don'tchaknow...

I joined a gym...

[Insert "Sports Training Montage" to the tune of Rob Zombie's "Dragula"]

Man, how bourgeoise is that? But I need to be in shape for the revolution...

ODE TO O-REN IISHI

Dawn comes 

                        on tiny feet &



cuts off your fucking head.