Monday | 11 November 2013 | 10:48 AM 
Alice Coltrane, Journey in Satchidananda, 1970
Thursday | 7 November 2013 | 02:50 PM
The Cramps, Let's Get Fucked Up
Hey baby, let's get fucked up Let's get fucked up Let's get fucked up Let's do some stuff And get fucked up Yeah, tomorrow we'll feel like We been hit by a truck But let's get fucked up, honey Goin' to a cockfight Burn, witch, burn Heh, all my stuff in hock might Never ever return Ooh, goin' to the brink Of oblivion Gonna need a shrink To get back again, aha! Let's get fucked up Let's get fucked up Let's get some stuff And get fucked up Tomorrow we'll feel like We was hit by a truck But let's get fucked up A-gonna get lowdown Gonna get keyed up Gonna go to town And get beat up Gonna get way out To the 'drenaline Gonna hit flameout When my head caves in Ooh, ouch, ooh Let's get fucked up, baby Right now Fucked up Mmm Slip on nocturnal shades Head down to amateur night Do some purple haze Ahh, probably lose some fight Ooh, get cool and casual Get really sent Dig some cruel and unusual Punishment, aha! Let's get fucked up Let's get fucked up A-let's get some stuff And then we'll get fucked up You know tomorrow we'll feel like We was hit by a truck But let's get fucked up Oh baby, baby, baby, baby Let's strap on a little of that Abnormal delirium We'll take a long fall down Into that surrealist bucket We'll make one big grease spot Outta this town baby, yeah They all want to be Your Siamese Chihuahua sweetheart, woo woo! The ultimate degenerate Psychopathia sexuas, ha! Too far out baby, too far out Ah, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Fucked up I said fucked up
Wednesday | 6 November 2013 | 01:25 PM
Excerpt from Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs “Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down, you dig, farting out the words. It was unlike anything I ever heard. Bubbly, thick, stagnant sound. A sound you could smell. This man worked for the carnival,you dig? And to start with it was like a novelty ventriloquist act. After a while, the ass started talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared... and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time. Then it developed sort of teethlike... little raspy incurving hooks and started eating. He thought this was cute at first and built an act around it... but the asshole would eat its way through his pants and start talking on the street... shouting out it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags. Nobody loved it. And it wanted to be kissed, same as any other mouth. Finally, it talked all the time, day and night. You could hear him for blocks, screaming at it to shut up... beating at it with his fists... and sticking candles up it, but... nothing did any good, and the asshole said to him... "It is you who will shut up in the end, not me... "because we don't need you around here anymore. I can talk and eat and shit." After that, he began waking up in the morning with transparentjelly... like a tadpole's tail all over his mouth. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands... like burning gasoline jelly and grow there. So, finally, his mouth sealed over... and the whole head... would have amputated spontaneously except for the eyes, you dig? That's the one thing that the asshole couldn't do was see. It needed the eyes. Nerve connections were blocked... and infiltrated and atrophied. So, the brain couldn't give orders anymore. It was trapped inside the skull... sealed off. For a while, you could see... the silent, helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes. And then finally the brain must have died... because the eyes went out... and there was no more feeling in them than a crab's eye at the end of a stalk.
Monday | 28 October 2013 | 11:29 AM
The Heavy Bear Who Goes With Me by Delmore Schwartz 'the withness of the body' --Whitehead The heavy bear who goes with me, A manifold honey to smear his face, Clumsy and lumbering here and there, The central ton of every place, The hungry beating brutish one In love with candy, anger, and sleep, Crazy factotum, dishevelling all, Climbs the building, kicks the football, Boxes his brother in the hate-ridden city. Breathing at my side, that heavy animal, That heavy bear who sleeps with me, Howls in his sleep for a world of sugar, A sweetness intimate as the water's clasp, Howls in his sleep because the tight-rope Trembles and shows the darkness beneath. --The strutting show-off is terrified, Dressed in his dress-suit, bulging his pants, Trembles to think that his quivering meat Must finally wince to nothing at all. That inescapable animal walks with me, Has followed me since the black womb held, Moves where I move, distorting my gesture, A caricature, a swollen shadow, A stupid clown of the spirit's motive, Perplexes and affronts with his own darkness, The secret life of belly and bone, Opaque, too near, my private, yet unknown, Stretches to embrace the very dear With whom I would walk without him near, Touches her grossly, although a word Would bare my heart and make me clear, Stumbles, flounders, and strives to be fed Dragging me with him in his mouthing care, Amid the hundred million of his kind, the scrimmage of appetite everywhere.
Monday | 28 October 2013 | 10:54 AM
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