LCD Soundsystem - Sound Of Silver
Bill Callahan - Woke On A Whale Heart
Of Montreal - Hissing Fauna, are You The Destroyer
David Vandaveer - Grace & Speed
Battles - Mirrored
Blackstrobe - Burn Your Own Church
Go-Team - Proof Of Youth
Kevin Ayers - The Unfairground
Klaxons - Myths Of The Near Future
Jens Lekman - Night Falls Over Kortedala
Sunday, 23 December 2007
Wednesday, 5 December 2007
Poem 16
like a change to come
a grip recoils a glimpse of hope
when starting to see a million possibilities
where there was none
i fall in love with an old song
and even if “torn between jupiter and apollo”
i will not account to anyone
a swagger, bold gesture, a swift manner
that entices the tip of my lips
conjures a pair of hazelnut eyes
so sweet and robbed of malice
and never an assortment of tea biscuits
has brought me so much mirth
a grip recoils a glimpse of hope
when starting to see a million possibilities
where there was none
i fall in love with an old song
and even if “torn between jupiter and apollo”
i will not account to anyone
a swagger, bold gesture, a swift manner
that entices the tip of my lips
conjures a pair of hazelnut eyes
so sweet and robbed of malice
and never an assortment of tea biscuits
has brought me so much mirth
Monday, 27 August 2007
Poem 15
a bad boy with a heart of gold
throws a dot of crimson jello
has the sun rises and the thunder cracks
if my backbone had been broken
maybe it all was cleared at once
that day you were away, I took your bed
in the morning, four times I washed my skin
tiny drops of you, fuzzy glow
a castle of ice cubes, a tray of jade
amazing whims, a jointure of swirls
a roaring fire, caged lion, and in no time
i would like to fully see what those trousers hide
throws a dot of crimson jello
has the sun rises and the thunder cracks
if my backbone had been broken
maybe it all was cleared at once
that day you were away, I took your bed
in the morning, four times I washed my skin
tiny drops of you, fuzzy glow
a castle of ice cubes, a tray of jade
amazing whims, a jointure of swirls
a roaring fire, caged lion, and in no time
i would like to fully see what those trousers hide
Friday, 24 August 2007
Poem 14
that curious smile of yours intrigued me
i’m not distracted from my body
just keep myself away from disenchantment
showered with attention, charmed sweetly
still not liking to account to anyone
I started to perceive a thousand possibilities
- far more shinier – where nothing was
one foot on hold, maybe unwanted sadness
would creep again, I begin allowing
a sunnier, summery flare in
if for nothing more, for you
i’m not distracted from my body
just keep myself away from disenchantment
showered with attention, charmed sweetly
still not liking to account to anyone
I started to perceive a thousand possibilities
- far more shinier – where nothing was
one foot on hold, maybe unwanted sadness
would creep again, I begin allowing
a sunnier, summery flare in
if for nothing more, for you
Thursday, 23 August 2007
Poem 13
i liked it when there was share
in a confined space of debate
it was an extraordinary time
of genuine anger and defiance
no sentence was random
none of my books vulgar
a daily practice of speech
buttoned up in golden sealing-wax
twice a day, small talk
then, a night of wonders
in a confined space of debate
it was an extraordinary time
of genuine anger and defiance
no sentence was random
none of my books vulgar
a daily practice of speech
buttoned up in golden sealing-wax
twice a day, small talk
then, a night of wonders
Monday, 16 July 2007
Poem 12
come gather gratuitous grace
only for a few boyish, exalted and
tactful moments of stolen delight
may a wrong thing taste so good
and a nuisance to everybody be
a joyful bliss in leather seats
for a cast of spells and two drops of want
that wins a ride in a slippery slope
even if not all that glitters is gold
an hour of honey gestures
makes the deed but betrays reason
and if time would to still and apologies redeemed
the tale could had not been fully told
addressing time, will, wit to the
hasty but gentle discovery
only for a few boyish, exalted and
tactful moments of stolen delight
may a wrong thing taste so good
and a nuisance to everybody be
a joyful bliss in leather seats
for a cast of spells and two drops of want
that wins a ride in a slippery slope
even if not all that glitters is gold
an hour of honey gestures
makes the deed but betrays reason
and if time would to still and apologies redeemed
the tale could had not been fully told
addressing time, will, wit to the
hasty but gentle discovery
Wednesday, 4 July 2007
Poem 11
in trying to deny herself, anna saw a way out
if everybody departed who is to stay?
Is cowardice just a wise judgment?
what is so honourable in leaving?
if staying demands such a greater effort?
anna kept asking one question after another
but the answer did not show
a fortnight passed, her firm trial
from a box of principles, surrender a smile
at last! an answer
if she would stand still, just letting time pass
not making a fuss nor using her will
it all should fall into place
since nothing changed and the cosy safety
remained a gentle requirement
to any distress to occur
the next day, a sunny one,
anna felt reassured in her thought
so happy, wondering and rightful
but a mile down the road, brusquely
the path twisted and a detour sign
made her turn left
left felt wrong, a liberating nuisance
yet a betrayal to reason
and reason, we all know
it is an uttermost possession for anna
if everybody departed who is to stay?
Is cowardice just a wise judgment?
what is so honourable in leaving?
if staying demands such a greater effort?
anna kept asking one question after another
but the answer did not show
a fortnight passed, her firm trial
from a box of principles, surrender a smile
at last! an answer
if she would stand still, just letting time pass
not making a fuss nor using her will
it all should fall into place
since nothing changed and the cosy safety
remained a gentle requirement
to any distress to occur
the next day, a sunny one,
anna felt reassured in her thought
so happy, wondering and rightful
but a mile down the road, brusquely
the path twisted and a detour sign
made her turn left
left felt wrong, a liberating nuisance
yet a betrayal to reason
and reason, we all know
it is an uttermost possession for anna
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