love your city

so appalled
September 26, 2010, 22:58
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the hypnotic
September 26, 2010, 01:55
Filed under: moments, trill

this beautiful creature crossed my path at work this evening. what a stunner.

love your (the) city
September 24, 2010, 07:10
Filed under: floetry

the life of the city never lets you go, nor do you ever want it to. – w. stevens, c.1952

c. krets
September 18, 2010, 17:26
Filed under: trill

i’m discovering you.

September 14, 2010, 21:50
Filed under: floetry, trill

nedávno jsem šel věšet prádlo, já jsem pro trest smrti, a z dětského pokoje se ozvalo: tati, a ten karel gott, ten ještě žije? začina čas nové civilizace, začiná čas nové civilizace, a já mám čim dál větší strach, že pomalu zapomenu na to, jak jsem se za komunistů bával, jak jsem “potěžkával” všechny ksichty a odlupoval z nich pozlátko. jak se mně zvedal tlak, když jsem potkál svýho fízla, dneska dělá zase frézaře, který o mně věděl do mrtě vše. co jest to mrt’, nevím, a musím se zrovna ted’ podívat do slovníku…tak…”mrt'” je lesní stelivo, odumřelé tlející jehličí a listí. mrt’ z fizlů je možna? zapominám, kruci, zapomínám a to je začátek, jak jim to začít baštit.

not too long ago i went to hang clothes, i’m all for the death penalty, and from the kid’s room came: dad, and that karel gott, he’s still alive? the time for a new civilization is upon us, the time for a new civilization is upon us, and i’m increasingly worried, that i’ll slowly forget how, i was so scared of the communists, how i “contemplated” every face and peeled them free of their veneers. how my blood pressure rose, when i would meet my cop, nowadays a layman’s miller, who knew more than everything about me. what is this mrt, I don’t know, and I have to look to the dictionary…so…mrt is forest litter, rotting, decaying, dead pine needles and leaves. is mrt possible with cops? i’m forgetting, christ, i’m forgetting and it’s the beginning, how to begin feeding them this.

– from peking not fucking by jakub šofar.

during the communist occupation, many people would plead insanity because getting sent to the nuthouse was often preferred to being sent to prison. this book is the story of such a man, an individual who spoke out against the regime and was sent to an asylum & his struggle to stay sane in a world gone mad.

September 14, 2010, 00:59
Filed under: trill

ask your mama: 12 moods for jazz

a reminder to look this up, gratefully discovered among the countless scraps of paper i found while cleaning my desk…
as for the rest, i tried to link wherever i could figure out what i was talking about at the time.

hayao miyazaki (nausikao?)
– triplets of vaudeville
juelz santana – roll call
– II: 1/2 time show, get down, uh oh, ‘nolia clap
– you’ve always cried/or you’re cryin’/you’re always gone/or you’re goin’
– art books and cookbooks on the same shelf, because they’re the same thing.
polytechnique, one week, depends on which it is, nurse fighter, we stand alone +
– bravo videos – et si tu n’existe pas
– s(t)amina
– jasmine oil as aphrodisiac
doctrine of signatures (if the appearance of the plant of flower looks like an anatomical part, herb will help diseases of that area)
– st john’s wort: anti-dep, varicose veins, AIDS
– between the zeal of the young & the wisdom of the old
amir silaman [sic.]
– my goosebumps have goosebumps
– kundera-esque: he knew she would she would never leave him b/c of his unpredictability, and conversely, her invincible love for him was what made her certain of the same thing.
THERE there was about him a suggestion of lurking ferocity, as though the wild still lingered in his and the wolf in him merely slept
– tea-sipper, blunt-smoker, world-tripper (” “?)
you’re the color, the movement, the spin
– hunger, steve mcqueen, my neighbor’s se , diagnosis bi-polar, falcone, mafia palermo, old man love, 2nd chances, love comes lately, adventureland, meh

September 7, 2010, 19:26
Filed under: trill

you’re not learning when you’re talking.