A scent, a word wears the mantle of minuscule catalyst for the macrocosm of fire, though I wonder if superheated illusion grows best in a bed of absence. Regardless, the text becomes denser, then more sparse, a disdainful glance cast upon the former as the latter's assassinated & we begin again. Getting it just right can only ever be never getting it just right. Thus poor copies of Sailing to Byzantium, minus lines of boats, gold & empire, this fragment then scattered, now long buried in other lands on subsequent voyages that always end in the same place all letters land. One is seven ages ago; hypothesis is put to the test.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Time is on no one's side
Posted by Randal Graves at 10:53 AM
Labels: music, narcissism
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Steve Erickson? Is that you?
Graves, you swine!
That was the soundtrack to my dreams last night. How did you do that?!
Rgds,
TG
I was just listening to these guys this morning. :) No kidding!
Do you carry a Thesaurus with you at all times or what?? ;p
((Hugs))
Laura
what superheated illusion grew in the bed of MY absence?
But I wrote something today, so it's all moot.
Also, it's Instanbul not Constantinople. Why did Constantinople get the works? That's nobody's business but the Turks.
charles, if so, I'm not as grey as I thought!
tengrain, mighty brave of you, to anger the synthpop gods like that.
sunshine, everyone should listen to them, dammit!
übermilf, you're back? At least now I know why I felt that chill.
Istanbul. Instanbul is the Turkish lottery.
Yes, I'm liking them, Randal. Not to sure what you were on about but the music was pretty cool. ;-)
Have a great weekend, dude!
Thesaurus? No he eats dictionaries at bedtime. I thought everybody knew that.
I know the term "power ballad" is Verboten. Mood Metal, is that what you call this? Anyway, I liked it.
Good song, but why don't they sing it in Swedish?
btw - Is it true a junkie stole their guitars and tried to sell them on ebay? Craigslist might have been a better choice.
david, I know, but I ain't telling. Buy their albums, permit them to get the fancy cold cuts this time!
demeur, c'mon now, I'm pretty fucking dumb. Plus dictionaries don't make the best roughage.
tom, I certainly wouldn't qualify this as a flic-yer-bic moment.
susan, jag vet inte. Was it a junkie? I just heard that the guitars they were using for a contest were ripped off. And yeah, be a bit less untraceable. Kids, just say no!
PROUST! Just one deep breath in and the scent of the Madeline takes one to all kind of time travel that is beyond Steven Spielberg's wildest imagination. Being distant from the loved one or the memory does require one to create a narrative and,yes, with distance that narrative grows denser.
I like the rhythm, but it's a bit dischordant for my taste.
On matters critical, will the Browns get out of the celler, and how dare you beat me? ;-)
LBR, such density can be drowning. But the good kind, I guess here, as if Proust fell asleep in a giant cup of tea?
tomcat, so you're not a fan of my death metal posts? To answer your questions in order, hell no and all part of my plan to finish 5-9. :)
I wonder if superheated illusion grows best in a bed of absence.
If it didn't the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition wouldn't be such a big seller. The illusion being that 90% of the overweight fantasy-ridden dudes reading that magazine could ever get within 20 feet of those babes.
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