Sustain (early unreleased mix) - Padres
“you lack imagination. and by “you” i mean “I”.” 7 hours ago “slip through the narrow pass with held breath and whispered curses.” 7 hours ago “absent voice and words ossified through overuse. the lone sane man on the pequod.” 7 hours ago “your dark carriage and shining eye,” 7 hours ago “you glow in my mind like the host on a polished silver dish brought...
Next week, we’ll need to wear full suits. In the flat hours of the afternoon, the only other guy in the water, a local probably, has paddled down the coast, slowly finding the break. We could talk but we don’t. In the silence between sets, cold water, and salt, my friend studies the patterns of wax on the deck of his board, the local’s face is turned to the haze gathering on the...
No Whale in Sight
The fields of mustard vast enough to acquire height. The lookouts in the crosstrees. Ivory-gulls bracket small imitations of arches. Words only amaze me. The outward ornaments of a turtle-shell. This afternoon is this afternoon. An armless man selling gum near the bus stop his thick stumps bruise my collar bone, scalloped lip. The sea darkening. Only the sound of wind. Sand...
No Whale in Sight
Here I am with this sack of brine soaked clams, standing in the silt of a clear stream. Morro Rock, just down Cables beach, a miter streaked with guano, reaches a tuft of clouds charging southward. The break known as Hazard Canyon—— the waves of slatish Pacific curl around a rocky point and break in neat rows between uptilted strata of stone. The boys in suits of neoprene ending at...
Brothers at Lakeside
And after pulling through the dark green trough of the mountain road, a dim carpark behind a bar. The lake below. The blackened face is smooth enough for us to see the stars. But one of us prefers the girls who lift heavy glasses of beer again, again to touch their mouths with a galaxy of foam, and the other one prefers the girls themselves. If movement were a form of grace, the lake a...
Bashō wrote: Year after year, on the monkey’s face, a monkey face. And looking at monkey faces, it would be so alluring for an ugly human face to emerge on my mind’s silver-coated plate. It is a monkey face. We see by our own lamps: reveal forms encoded into darkness by covering them with nets of light. That night I went to meet you, the pigeons sleeping on the cold power lines...
Immersive content ideas
Jules the maddening ruler began by stating that now is the time when the fishermen no longer fish when the osprey circles without diving when the cold mountain no longer pikes up in the sky because diamond air no longer wraps it around when the businessman is still at his desk when kings serve other kings when I serve the king of england when the cat no longer mouses when the sleepers no...
The Belief in Baleful Stars
As if the face were of a man Thin stars with elongated tails: 3s naturally imply a vertical axis—— a scaffolding of degrees, as in top mid low—— the three will not commingle, skygrowth cannot upsurge a human. Stonedrift, outcrop, stalactite, snagstone. The cosmic triad tacks man squarely between sky and rock. This is me talking. Principles of controlled movement, dryness &...
If I may compare great things with small, A lemon is a funny canary. Like a Eucharist wafer, a shallow Gold dish called patina carries the sun, A Dutch gilder, a soft pile of arsenic. In the cool humid lands to the North, The soil is leached of its bases in Increase of acid, bile, gall, yellow-green, Melancholy. From the Danube in the West, the Melanchlaei, the Black Cloaks, Melanoma,...
The Transience of New Leaves is Not As Noticeable...
The Skins of the plums she brought home were the color of an intimated dawn. The meat, a bright dusk, and sour, pinched her eyebrows together and curved her lower lip. Coming Upon a Street Dog in the Alley Between the Lanes a full well of animal fear, giving off the odor of blind striking back. His eyes were muddy sockets of grey jade— Playing Chess with My Father After His...