still.
ps.
you want these two songs ("too much" and "oh these walls"), and in fact the entire album. for orange-colored evenings spent alone in your apartment in the city. yesyes, youdo.
i know i've said this before. but hearing her in a tiny warehouse room setting, just her her scarf and her guitar...and because of the second version of "all their broken hearts" and just. ! you'll just have to trust me, maybe. or pitchfork. (smirk)
her kids are charlotte and ben, as i recall.
(i've also been listening to piano magic, a resurgence...i think jacques' mention did it...my favorite and most often looped lately are "artists' rifles," "amongst the books, an angel," "me at 19," "wrong french," and "angel pie-magic tree"--a pastoral pop song that namechecks brautigan, lazily too!)
(here is a partial response to a question of listlatelys someone asked me:
20020415.aflavorsheasked.for.
okay, let's see.
good things to-day:
.red apples. the fruit/wood/piece, not the song or covers of the song (and i STILL can't get into rain on lens...).
.summertime in the city.
.the recurring snapshot of the woman on the balcony, bra still on, skirt still on, shoes half slipt off, bra back clasp opened. hanging loose. her, contemplating... (elytis? nerve photos? both? and partly my own?)
.sterling spoons.
.a certain kind of light and portrayal? perhaps?
.the higher learning in america by thorstein veblen.
.dialogic imagination by mikhail bakhtin.
.communication theory, critical theory, position emphasis, hermeneutics. and recovering. (not just me--recovering from the stacks voices and possibilities)
.wilhelm dilthey.
.prison notebooks by antonio gramsci/hegemonic consideration.
.live bonnie prince billy. vocal mingling even.
.gyorgy lukacs. keep going, i say.
.memory of paul goodman's growing up absurd and those subcultures readers from year, years before.
.friedrich schleiermacher. oh yeah!
.sandwich basket lunches, outdoors. who knew pleasant weather would ever, for me, be...pleasant? oh, it is functional, after all, mb. :)
.tv. about it, and it.
.those conversations where i can feel myself expanding, responding. coming out to meet "it." with him, with her, with "recurring friends," with random teachers, with strangers on the street...
.development/envelopment.
.considering where herder was coming from. his bitterness and confusion. ignorance and little boy lost but i still ... something still resonates. despite. what about BOOKS. did they ruin you?
.gadamer and jauss. still about "the other" (who are "we," anyway? what do we compose?) and conciliation regarding.
.shows lately. julie doiron and bardo pond and taking pictures (!) and whathaveyou.
.chicago "adult pop," so-called "post-rock." haha, but no really.
.metafilter, and ayun's livejournal.
.walter benjamin for being so idiosyncratic, and endearing at that.
.freakin' honor societies, how strange.
.alice notley.
.badass landscapists.)
i remain repetitive and not too contrite about it, either. my own pace, my own trowel and my own dirt...
(and i also add to myself, how i may be losing it but i'm also aware of the newly recurring (ie these past two or three years) "spring blooming." ha, etc. but it's true. i'm more aware of inlove than i'd have expected, and it's gentle and enveloping and warm and breezy, but also at times heady. who knew i'd be me, like this. i'm grateful and i miss him and thank you. because he's my best friend. and he was right when he onlyonce lightlyalludedto how he knew me better than i assume he does. it's true. and he's wonderful, which i'm not supposed to be allowed to say in this notebook, as it's bland and apparently a role most girls online do at some point, the doting and pointless girlfriend being mushy, but there it is. no need for poetics right now. at times it puts him in the background and style in the fore, and i don't like that, to-day.)
rambling...
you want these two songs ("too much" and "oh these walls"), and in fact the entire album. for orange-colored evenings spent alone in your apartment in the city. yesyes, youdo.
i know i've said this before. but hearing her in a tiny warehouse room setting, just her her scarf and her guitar...and because of the second version of "all their broken hearts" and just. ! you'll just have to trust me, maybe. or pitchfork. (smirk)
her kids are charlotte and ben, as i recall.
(i've also been listening to piano magic, a resurgence...i think jacques' mention did it...my favorite and most often looped lately are "artists' rifles," "amongst the books, an angel," "me at 19," "wrong french," and "angel pie-magic tree"--a pastoral pop song that namechecks brautigan, lazily too!)
(here is a partial response to a question of listlatelys someone asked me:
20020415.aflavorsheasked.for.
okay, let's see.
good things to-day:
.red apples. the fruit/wood/piece, not the song or covers of the song (and i STILL can't get into rain on lens...).
.summertime in the city.
.the recurring snapshot of the woman on the balcony, bra still on, skirt still on, shoes half slipt off, bra back clasp opened. hanging loose. her, contemplating... (elytis? nerve photos? both? and partly my own?)
.sterling spoons.
.a certain kind of light and portrayal? perhaps?
.the higher learning in america by thorstein veblen.
.dialogic imagination by mikhail bakhtin.
.communication theory, critical theory, position emphasis, hermeneutics. and recovering. (not just me--recovering from the stacks voices and possibilities)
.wilhelm dilthey.
.prison notebooks by antonio gramsci/hegemonic consideration.
.live bonnie prince billy. vocal mingling even.
.gyorgy lukacs. keep going, i say.
.memory of paul goodman's growing up absurd and those subcultures readers from year, years before.
.friedrich schleiermacher. oh yeah!
.sandwich basket lunches, outdoors. who knew pleasant weather would ever, for me, be...pleasant? oh, it is functional, after all, mb. :)
.tv. about it, and it.
.those conversations where i can feel myself expanding, responding. coming out to meet "it." with him, with her, with "recurring friends," with random teachers, with strangers on the street...
.development/envelopment.
.considering where herder was coming from. his bitterness and confusion. ignorance and little boy lost but i still ... something still resonates. despite. what about BOOKS. did they ruin you?
.gadamer and jauss. still about "the other" (who are "we," anyway? what do we compose?) and conciliation regarding.
.shows lately. julie doiron and bardo pond and taking pictures (!) and whathaveyou.
.chicago "adult pop," so-called "post-rock." haha, but no really.
.metafilter, and ayun's livejournal.
.walter benjamin for being so idiosyncratic, and endearing at that.
.freakin' honor societies, how strange.
.alice notley.
.badass landscapists.)
i remain repetitive and not too contrite about it, either. my own pace, my own trowel and my own dirt...
(and i also add to myself, how i may be losing it but i'm also aware of the newly recurring (ie these past two or three years) "spring blooming." ha, etc. but it's true. i'm more aware of inlove than i'd have expected, and it's gentle and enveloping and warm and breezy, but also at times heady. who knew i'd be me, like this. i'm grateful and i miss him and thank you. because he's my best friend. and he was right when he onlyonce lightlyalludedto how he knew me better than i assume he does. it's true. and he's wonderful, which i'm not supposed to be allowed to say in this notebook, as it's bland and apparently a role most girls online do at some point, the doting and pointless girlfriend being mushy, but there it is. no need for poetics right now. at times it puts him in the background and style in the fore, and i don't like that, to-day.)
rambling...