12.17.2007

No Country for Old Men

The fight has not ended. Not at all in any definite way. Tommy Lee Jones' Sheriff bears those realities ever so heavily and humbly and with... it's just damn good storytelling. There isn't a weak link in the whole picture. Steady beats the heart, and it may skip once or twice, but it's calm never ceases.


I think if I had to make a list of the Top Ten Thrillers of All Time, it might say something like:

1. Psycho
2. Taxi Driver
3. Inland Empire
4. Jaws
5. Vertigo
6. No Country for Old Men
7. Videodrome
8. Blue Velvet
9. Knife in the Water
10. North by Northwest

What Everybody Says

Love might convince you that love is terrible. Wait no. Not having love after having had it might convince you that love is terrible. It already has done so to me. Then why this knowledge that I am wrong?

Are my memories, that way I felt, are they serving some force that goes against what sometimes has seemed so clear? That love is a fucking mess. Could it not be?

What if it's not.
Love. Spotless. Why spotless. Well impersonally. Love without the mess. What good is that?

12.07.2007

Anyway I Miss It

did it once
did it twice
Rollin around
Sipping roguewater and jam
Learning rhythmic from whom and him
Curdling water turning tan
To woman, man and fire
And most of what he stands for
The learned whore
sniffs at the drawer

getting nowhere now
excessively

12.06.2007

Love Letter to John

We stole from th' Blacks
But gave it back...

Boys took from Zeppelins
Happens in the place
Kintu space, relax
Tightyspeckled harlequins
Uprooted spades grace

Got to say
My life has purpose
Now mine are few
How can it relay
My humble ring of circus
Err it's not strictly you

When you have no sense
What you have
Cuts the core
Then you have new sense
What you have
Wills it more

Ancient bung beetles ten
Cow tongue slowly
Left, right and complete
Meet heedless men
Solar strangers holy
Brand new feet

Mind Games is only worth playing
Jackelopes radio for scraps
Well John stares
Being asked somehow staying
hard pounded to the salty taps
Bright glitterlight mirrorless cares

Meet of the feet
and push repeat
push repeat
push repeat
push repeat
Push repeat