Wait for it. Waaait for it. (toot)
It snows in Brooklyn
along the streets he walks
there’s nothing but the crunching
and the languid sound of his arse
Tag Archives: noise
drinking and peopling – Rue B, October 16
This is a poem
of sorts
an attempt at providing context
and art
to a recording of a distant time
and place
while remaining true
to my desire
ah, fuck it
waiting for the A – 14th St/Union Square, October 15
Oh, New York.
to Washington, D.C. – Greyhound, June 13
I no longer know what I’m doing here.
eating – Agnanti, June 8
Service was good. Solid B. Lamb tasted like lamb. This is most excellent.
“editing” – Astoria Park, June 8
Oh sure, I was totally editing. I got through a whole ten pages. That’s a professional for you.
writing – apartment, June 7
It’s a t-t-typewrita. Dig it. Now put on Chumbawamba and go destroy your municipal government.
The Residents – Variety Playhouse, February 5
The lords of strange, the one-eyed freaks. We were serenaded by a deranged Santa this night in 2013.
Simultaneous Presence – EFA Center, June 6
I love background noise. There is so much life and energy, so many stories floating around. In one sense I wish I could dissect it all, in the moment that it exists. Take it apart and examine each component, discover their secrets and histories. But on the other hand I don’t want to do so, for there is a certain beauty in the cacophony, each sound lending and assigning meaning to the other. The noise is a dialogue on human life, one that is constantly in flux and conveying something more akin to truth than anything we could purposefully create.
don't listen to me. 