Tiresias

Delante del hecho de ti
All possibilities, are realised
Delante del hecho de ti

Shall we make a plan,
To see each other next week?

Today i walked past a Crazy Man in the street
Clicking his fingers
as he talked to himself about you.

Do you bore, like a teapot,
Of filling and being filled
Simultaeneously?

You have pushed my teeth apart with your perfect teeth.
have unzipped your leather jacket,
have dropped your flowery dress at your feet.

Tiresias, The lack in me.
Is not what you desire.
Is there no lack in you?
No bald spot.
No gap in your smile
?

To you, the giving of gifts
Is a quaint tradiition.
lightly ridiculous:

As you give you take
as you wax you wane
as you surge you lull.

Yours is not the simple dichotomy
Of dark and light.

Yours is not cohabitation, nor metaphysics.

You are a new moon.
Sickle sharp and dropping
a fingernail of light over

Wolves. Sheep and men
below you on the black and white fields

SCARS

In cocaine users i've heard,
that the heart is scarred from years of attacks
so small you never notice.

The surgeon left a con-trail from your ribcage to your pubis.
on either side the staples, mark cats eyes
to the white line.

what i did today.

to say i woke up would be a total overstatement. I've been destroyed by a hangover all day, after getting welcomed back to madrid in the madrid way. going from bar to street to bar to atm to bar to street to club. Walking back through Sol, I heard the clock on the Casa de Correos chime, and remember trying really hard to count the chimes as i couldnt make out the hands on the clock face. I think there were 5 of them, but i'm not sure. I know i fell asleep fully clothed and with the light on. So today i did a bit of organising, took flo's bike to the bike repair shop, who told me that they wouldn't even look at it (wtf), got the number of some place in Embajadores who will (i still don't really understand why they said no...) so i'm doing that tomorrow morning. Oh and i started a band. They're called Gifted Children, which everyone thinks is a shitty name (apart from me) and so far the members are 2, me and garage band. But still, it's a better name than cock biscuit, and it's fitting cause my little sister just got 11 a stars in her gcse's. So yeah, well done her, and welcome back to madrid for everyone. It feels good you know, a ton of work to do, good people. I think what's left of 2009 is going to be great. 

here i am, if you are a girl or a teenage boy who plays the drums please get in touch. 

http://www.myspace.com/thosegiftedchildren

 

O.M.G.I.M.Y.

IT WAS THE FIRST DAY OF 

YOUR NEW JOB AT THE ART GALLERY

ALL THAT MORNING

I'D BEEN BURNING TOAST

AND MAROONING BARELY SMOKED CIGARETTES

ON THE EDGES OF ASHTRAYS

MY WHOLE DESK 

WAS LIKE THE BREAKFAST TABLE

OF THE MARIE CELESETE

I WAS LOOKING FOR SOMETHING ONLINE

BUT FORGOT WHAT IT WAS SO I 

CLICKED THE LINK TO YOUR BLOG

YOUR FACE

WAS ON  THE SCREEN

NEXT TO A YOSHIMOTO NARA POSTCARD

OH MY GOD I MISS YOU IT SAID

I MISTOOK YOUR HONESTY 

FOR SOMETHING TACKY

THE REFLECTED SUNLIGHT OFF THE WAVES

BUT NOT THE DEEP BLUE AND GREEN GREY.

Sin Señal

Forget Me Not

A few years ago I started reading Iris Murdoch’s the Sea the Sea, and put it down 40 minutes later cause it was boring as all hell. From what I remembered the protagonist was some old woman who was dying and lived in a lighthouse. Or maybe I’m getting it mixed up with another book by another woman writer who I haven’t read all the way through. Anyway, this week I picked up The Sandcastle, which does what indie bands do, which is choose a title for a record based on one conciet that occurs about a third of the way through. The more I think about it the more I hate it when people do that. It smacks of deliberatley trying to find a title and meaning for your product, which is ok in itself, but then when they sort of deliberatley obscure it seems smug somehow.

There’s a band from the UK called Gentle Friendly who I liked when I saw them supporting Ponytail (who I didn’t like) and listening to their tape (which I cant even remeber the title of) I like more and more, despite them having the worst band name since the Artic Monkeys. Actually Gentle friendly is better than The Artic Monkeys but only just.

There’s nothing particularly secretive about what GF do. It’s a casio, a loopstation, a couple of mics, a delay and a distortion pedal,and live, a drum kit. And it sounds like that. It’s lo-fi that takes the end result seriously but not the process. I wish more bands went about composing the same way.

The sandcastle great for the first third, but I’m still waiting for some great psycho-social revelation about 1950’s england. So far, all we’ve had is adultery and cricket.

Hyperbole

Ohhhh shit Kingdom just reclaimed the word ‘banger’.

Mindreader is the dance track that is always secretly in yr head when you go to all those trendy DJ nights to see someone like Aeroplane and make all the wrong drinks choices, and don’t really dance and neglect to take it any further than a shy look at the only girl in the place you half fancied.
It’s 1991 ibza and 1996 Mampi Swift and 2001 Ciara and 2007 Crystal Castles, and it’s huge like a blue whale or the sky, or GDP of Luxembourg..

What the fuck is going on at Acephale? After putting the sound of a guilty coked up
wank over yr flatmates girlfriend on tape with SALEM, and changing one o clock in the morning forever with CFCF they go and hand the rest of the summer to you on a fucking plate. Or rather on one of 500 limited edition vinyls that you can only get at like 4 recod shops in the whole world. I’ve never met these guys but I imagine it’s like shaking hands with a Van de Graf Generator.

No you can't hear it.