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|Wednesday, February 18th, 2009|
Can I regress into childhood again and have my mom feed me noodle soup and read phantom tollbooth to me forever?
|Sunday, January 18th, 2009|
There is nothing in the world like Davis friends.
|Tuesday, December 2nd, 2008|
|Monday, November 24th, 2008|
|When the Autumn Fell, There Became too Many Leaves
here is your term paper
in a system of broken selves
multiply two, always reaching
ten problems with solutions
in the age of youth
I conspired to socialize
with old age new to only
successive rapid failure
falling my leaves with
pathetic sidewalks and cracked streets
when a loss of prized possessions
brought me to tie an impossible knot
around you, then sharpen your heart
and cut your feet when you limp free
never a truth so loudly spoken
as you and I, a story
you'll finish in a moment
while I labor on in regret
in visions with no future
I see the childless mother,
singing empty lullabies
to her faded broken heart
|Sunday, November 16th, 2008|
|I am my own dream!
I always wanted to write music, but somehow never could--until two days ago, when it came to me that music is mostly simple so why not? Now I've written about 8 songs and I'm on a roll, which is quite delicious.
So I've made myself a myspace music page, if anyone is interested (Grace, I am most worried of what you will think....you may not like it). Here's the link: http://www.myspace.com/djpoppetsadventures
The recording quality is terrible....I don't even have a mic, I'm just singing into my computer. But it's all part of the "sound," ya know.
In other news, on Friday I finished making a mix and realized it was the absolute best I've made yet. It was exciting for me, but perhaps this doesn't translate.
|Wednesday, November 5th, 2008|
|I can't handle the shittyness of the German program at UC Davis
Might I remind you, UC Davis, that some people do ACTUALLY STUDY German? And even on your campus! No way! I don't believe it!
Now, let's be real: offer more than a measly three upper division courses, one lame-o one of which I have already taken.
I don't need to say please. Fucking get on it!
Un-Sincere about you system,
The good news: Slovenian rap is like a 100% silk-lined Cashmere coat. Made in Slovenia (no, not Italy)! For explanation of my Slovenian TA, see previous statement, except exchange "-lined Cashmere coat" for "panties."
Also, the elections: [The Flying Spaghetti Monster] Bless America! Except California....ns who think they are blessed because they voted yes on 8.
|Wednesday, October 22nd, 2008|
Kevin Barnes Music God, please forgive me for not realizing Skeletal Lamping was released two days ago and I FUCKING MISSED IT. Please accept my repentance of buying two tickets to your show in November.
If anyone checks this....who wants to see Of Montreal in S.F. on November 21st? Ticket up for dibs...maybe. Oh, and you'll have to go with me.
Also, can I put in a word here for Leon....Who?? I want to thank him for being a really incredible friend.
|Tuesday, July 8th, 2008|
under the locust of warm breezes
I wish for my willow tree
wisping thinly in its unclothed
naked nature, forging silence through
a tender lapse of ungoing and ungiving
|Sunday, June 22nd, 2008|
|Saturday, June 7th, 2008|
|I just wanted to share this with the world:
I was just sifting through old papers, and I found this quote by my friend Elizabeth:
(context: she made this comment after listening to the song "The Party's Crashing Us." One of the lyrics is "and we'll make love like a pair of black wizards.")
"My question is, does he mean like dark magic wizards? Or does he mean like black people wizards?"
Profoundly hilarious. Thank you, Elizabeth.
|Friday, May 23rd, 2008|
|OH MY EARS!
I just discovered the most amazing artist in existence.
|Thursday, May 22nd, 2008|
|Notes on unconcerned truths:
I have a collection of fingernails beneath my door
White lies don't ask what they don't tell
of me, don't sick the sink
the ship in creaks that hum those
nice old shadow tunes
Whistling quarters turn corners
They flip a feat in great heights
without fear you echo for hollow endings
no conclusion in spots over
a field of cellos serenading
a pocket full of faded flowers
mourning their plastic replacements
I spent a cart on railways
I played a plucked violin
under the umbrella of yellow rainboots
I write I wrote
I dance terribly in piles
of fingernails I light a derailed fire.
|Monday, May 12th, 2008|
Why does school always push me to my mental limit? I took yesterday off of schoolwork to spend the morning and early afternoon with my mom and grandma, do loads of laundry, clean my apartment, and make an excellent mix for my best friend. I find all of these things important and not just frivolous wasting of time. As a punishment, I got lambasted by shit from my classes today. Most crushing were the results of my AIDS and Society midterm. I studied for the midterm for an entire week. I went to two two-hour review sessions. I kept up with all of the readings, which in itself is quite an accomplishment. I went to every class except for one, and paid close attention at each one, taking copious notes. I tried to go through most of the study guide--admittedly, I didn't make it through the whole thing, but it was, admittedly, about 10 pages long. What questions I didn't thoroughly answer by hand, I tried to at least look at to make sure I wasn't missing anything.
As a reward for all of my studies, I got a D+ on the midterm. Now I can't decide whether I am just stupid or whether the test was unfair. I do know that I haven't felt this inadequate in a long time. I realize education is a privilege, and I love to learn. But I also respect my life outside of the university walls, and I can't stand it when school impinges on it. After a certain point, I have to meltdown, because I can only do so much.
|Saturday, March 15th, 2008|
|In View of an Unbearable Lightness
Don't starve yourself woman.
You know you're just a wastebasket
for emaciation, your fickle stomach
a cave-into society that
pressed you down to thin paper
pages of books you will deny
ten-thousand truths tonight
before an empty bed
could barely creak in light
of weighty problems crush
your powder bones with one look
seize a vastness hanging from your skin,
a space that should be air
of dawn and dusk in dread
of tipping numbers, sloping downward to
live hanging by your kidnapped mind to
live empty as a lie and waste
your basket self like consumers gone green.
Don't starve ourselves, women.
|Wednesday, November 28th, 2007|
I'm in a crisis.
Can't work or do anything worthwhile. Why can't it just come to me?
Come on chemicals.
|Thursday, November 15th, 2007|
|Ok Will, now we need to stop him from hoarding genius and radness
"I do worry a little that pretty tunes will be devoured by all of the young white suburban kids screaming about how much pain they are in. That kind of music I can do without."
"But then other songs are just kind of like wordplay, because I have a lot of fun just letting my mind wander and doing a stream of consciousness style of writing. And so there are songs like "Rapture Rapes the Muses," I don't really know what that means... It just came to me."
"What's the most evil thing in the world?
Kevin Barnes: People who abuse children or animals."
"Then for the same song [The Problem with April], we wanted to have party noises in the background, so we went into the bathroom with champagne glasses and a microphone and pretended to have a party [laughs]. Yeah, we had a party in the bathroom."
Fortunately, we won't stop him.
|Thursday, November 1st, 2007|
It's been done. Of Montreal LIVE!!!!!! Two and a half weeks!
And Feist next Friday! Heaven!
And then there's the howmork from this week that I saved until tonight, and have not yet touched. Taking a leaf from your book, I am, Grace. But the world is so beautiful!
|Tuesday, October 30th, 2007|
|He got Soul Power
All hail music God
All hail star
Now sky empty hole,
Now diamond glued in place
Pull us to your bottomless depths
Never end, be
The one to go ononon
Of sacred heart
If you were only a frame
Of mind, but you are
Always a cylindrical
Plastic card that goes ononon
Let's tower you down into history
As the rocking Amadeus
Let's read you as a bedtime story
To sooth the future
We'll roll you out
Flatten your soul
Split to pieces and heard
We'll dance to save you,
To give back
We'll give you a frame
In our minds,
And the lines will go
|Sunday, August 5th, 2007|
|All I have to say is:
WHAT IN THE HELL HAPPENED TO CROOKSHANKS???!!!!!!.....??!!!!....!.? Current Mood: affronted