Wednesday, March 27, 2013

new telekinesis record is damn good!

Telekinesis- Dormarion

you're so borrowed blue

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

bus charity charades

i've been riding the bus for the last three weeks off & on.

i always feel weirdly curious about new experiences, especially when thrown into inevitability.

with a set of new and impending circumstances i've already grown accustomed to this new ride situation, and let's face it, riding my bike is giving me (new)found exercise that i've needed back in my life.

while sitting in the comforts of the now fully functional interim charter buses (designated in lieu of the indefinite period of sprinter-less travel) i found myself without headphones, or an ipod for that matter- lost a week previous by my own lack of recognizance, leaving me to the suitably and often strange music of conversation.

one of my best friends dani, just the other night, encouraged me to ride said transportative states, (ear)bud-less, rallying me towards the odd turns that are mouths engaged.

on this particular pilgrimage back to my mom's house, i caught pieces of two gentlemen's chat, resulting in casual braves about whether they had been to hawaii before, diets and weight loss (with the accompaniment of steroids) and the grand revelation that one of these fine purveyors of public transportation had NEVER been to a Chili's before.



this is a bit puzzling to me, especially living in a city where the Chili's restaurants have spread thin, but nevertheless are still somewhat a prevalent eatery, as far as money and food shaking hands.

this particular man had boasted about sunday Olive Garden stints, Applebee's, but no trace of Chili's, nor had he ever stepped foot into Claim Jumpers. he claimed to have weighed a sizeable 250 pounds before his divorce and then with the aforementoned help from steroids and diet, he pared down to an unforeseeable slimmer figure (of which i did not confirm as to save my anonymity).

this is where the conversation died for me, as i poured myself back into my book of strung words by david berman, because, well, he says funny things to me. 

my travels ended in a brisk walk to mums house, only to leave minutes later, down the road to make money and prove myself once again to the world.


drail

i wish a lot of things at this time of night.

i wish i had my guitar.

i wish i had a car to drive me to the store for a can of canada dry.


i wish i had all the words in the world to tell you everything i wish we shared.


but i know you are an enigma and i, your admirer.

things never work out how we want them, but we keep trying.

i feel placid, complacent, misdirected.

spurts of romantic leisure and homely desire.

kept underlined and marked for breath.

strange unsaid fervor

count your hands worth and throw it all to the fire

i've deviated my path

made another fuck all bait downward spiral.

drab, pucker free.

i only smile with you and it confounds you, i know.

you're not in the mind of being someone's thoughts.

free and perverse and oblique, no mere handle.

hardly a novice, unconventionally naive

if all to be your own and only for yourself

doing all the things we spoke about

you drink copious amounts of caffeine and stay up til 5am

while i fall asleep from boredom.

the cards are burned and trails are seeded with breadcrumbs

and all i long for are the simpler things

ginger and fruit

dry and be soons.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

hollowed carvings and misnomers

i had a dream the other night that i read one of your stories. and you used words that i'd never heard of and yet instinctively knew their meaning within the context of their dictation.

and i thought of the words i had chosen, never quite felt as built up for the language that we bore. i've always constantly tried to live up to the works of my peers whilst maintaining a voice of my own, suitably guised in vague repositioning and alternative composition.

a far stretch from my everyday vulgarity and commonplace 'likes.'

i'm constantly fixated how my heroes create, and in all honesty maturation comes with diligence and patience, both of which i'm more of a visitor within realm. i have a certain imbalance of ADD and OCD, which can work wonders given the right split.

i see friends with great ideas and i regularly change my mind on directional facilitation.

i'll continue to write but i am not certain i will understand all the components of good writing until i'm lost in it.

and what is this, an exercise in manual cognition.

pollard pause




Sunday, March 17, 2013

swoon.

another song from our new record, 'prague over brooklyn.'

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

jane fond_of

we've got a new record out, 'prague over brooklyn,' the first of (we hope) many releases this year. this is the first song off the EP.

Friday, March 8, 2013

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

dtt-hh


new Detective!!

warble.

my life, the ark of no suffice
wandering stars and petty little dimmers

winter comes, square and evident
i'm the warrant, fruitful travels
you're remissant, well informed

all the factories have closed
minimal fingertips
touch screens
drive thrus
thermostats
water jugs

hand made hugs
and portraits relieved
sculpted and scarce

dare you not, the weather it changes
clutching coats and waistlines

we all could use the fresh icicles
and warm blooded certainty

soccer moms and termites
ageless faces and mal retort
reservoirs
creeps and failings

disbanded.
reminder. reminder.
dust. duck. warn.
replaced with estates.

lilys.

this band makes me smile, through and through, to this day, and is one of my big influences.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

deal.

i've f*cked it all off.

and all i have to show is this lousy sea vert.