Let’s get this out of the way before I get into other talkie-talkie stuff. But Sam, your poetry this week was absolutely glorious. Also, I’m dedicating this week’s poetry Sunday to Kyle. Sir, you have some creepy dreams.
Kyle’s Friendly Spider
O, Friendly Spider With amigo as your face Why do you try to bite? With Venom And Fangs And Fear
Your eight legs Hairy and long Spin the web Of my destruction Ever imminent Yes, I am now trapped
Spin! Spin! Spin! Cursed Friend For soon we will both Be absolutely dizzy And you will be drunk From my blood
Kyle’s Couch Extravaganza!
I see you there Dull and listless And so I spring Like a cat Into attack position
I kick, and I kick And I kick But you will not Surrender Nor will I
My foot In your face Your head On the floor Over the couch Repeat
Cling-Cling
Vroom-vroom Cling-cling Crash
Hillbilly Heroine Awake to take Surreal dreams
Zombies and cops Converse ‘til you drop Bicycle
10:38 p.m.
Jun 28
Sam, I can’t remember if this was on the top 10 taser videos. If it wasn’t, why not? If it was, what spot was it?
I found this comment on “brooklyn vegan” whilst reading up on the horrible suckiness that is Kanye West:
“hippies are the worst subset of hipsters - they’re the most self-righteous, the laziest, the most self-absorbed, they have the most uselessly idealistic politics, and they have the worst taste in music and clothes.”
Thank you, anonymous commenter, for expressing that better than anyone else I’ve heard/read.
“ There was one of his lonelinesses coming, one of those times when he walked the streets or sat, aimless and depressed, biting a pencil at his desk. It was a self-absorption with no comfort, a demand for expression with no outlet, a sense of time rushing by, ceaselessly and wastefully — assuaged only by that conviction that there was nothing to waste, because all efforts and attainments were equally valueless.
