Archive for April, 2010

April 30, 2010

All Days Are Nights: the (new) New Rufus

Check out Giancarlo Ditrapano’s review of the new Rufus Wainwright album over at Vice.  Here’s the punch line:

Art must be brave (and must have brave money behind it) and that is all I can think of when listening to this album. “Now this is brave.” I also keep thinking, “This is what it takes, doesn’t it? Yes, yes. This is exactly what it takes.”  - Giancarlo Ditrapano

Yes.  Yes. Indeed.

April 30, 2010

Let’s Just Go Down To City Hall

 

My mother never said, Don’t Usher The Good Times In.  She never took the pot from my hand and said,  Don’t Beat On It With A Stick.  Don’t Make Noise.  She never threw up the window shade and said, Don’t Look Out.  Or, I Remember Chilly Scenes of Winter.

I remember my father sang a song about a railroad that stretched all the way from our living room to Kansas.

“What else,” I said.

“Oh,” he said.  “Teach me to dance in the kitchen.”

April 27, 2010

Bon Anniversaire

My mother, Arlene Olga, celebrated her 60th yesterday.

The above was taken in 1972.  I found it in her college yearbook.

I took the bus and the train home from the city to see her.

In my bag I brought: Roberto Bolaño’s novella Antwerp, a bottle of Bailey’s, Jerome’s balloons, a Beatles card, and a Gigantic tote bag designed by my friend Andrew.

As gifts.

April 27, 2010

Snapshots

“Speak easy,” the man says nodding to the noises coming from the bar two doors down.  Inside a band is playing something loud and electric.

“A rescuing,” I say.

Sometimes I wear red when I am alone.

April 23, 2010

Off To Market

I wish I owned this.

I’d wear it to the market on a Tuesday

to buy oranges.

* Image courtesy of The Sartorialist, Bunka Fashion College post, Tokyo

April 21, 2010

Leap And The Net Will Appear

“One cannot imagine the mutual happiness we felt when we sat and drew together.  We would get lost for hours.  His ability to concentrate for long period infected me, and I learned by his example.  When we would take a break I would boil water and make some Nescafe.

After a particularly good stretch of work, we would stroll along Myrtle Avenue, searching for Mallomars, splurging on Robert’s favorite treat, a marshmallow cookie covered in dark chocolate.” – Patti Smith, Just Kids

April 19, 2010

Old Standard

I wanted to hop on that thing

and play him an old standard.

Maybe then he’d stop and

turn around.

April 15, 2010

Go, Spin Me Around

“Under The Folding Branches,” The Veils.

This song first came to me at a different time.

It said a certain thing to me then.

Now it says another.

April 15, 2010

Imaginary Room

Sometimes I wish I could live on the ceiling.

Maybe I already do.

*Photos by Ji Lee.

April 14, 2010

What Can I Give You

My morning’s “like.”  The Tilda Swinton video by Glen Luchford posted over at Dazed and Confused. I tried to embed Luchford’s short film here but was unable.  Click on the hyperlink to check it out on the Dazed site.

The video supports the May issue’s dual cover as well as Swinton’s new film I Am Love, featured in the annual New Directors series at MOMA and the Walter Reade Theatre at Lincoln Center.

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