Lungs of the City

Friday, December 31, 2010

Missed Linkous

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...AMONGST THE SHIT AND LIFE WE LOST THIS YEAR, LET US RECOUNT MARK LINKOUS . ...will I have anything to say about a guy who changed my musi...
Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Egoist, Isolationist, Harmless?

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sketch by Chris King NOTICE THE SIMILARITIES? I did. “I was an August day in Paris, on the Quai d’Orleans by the Seine. Hugo ...
Sunday, December 12, 2010

Well, Fuck a Duck

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It must really suck to be a Nazi slave, if you're a duck: ...and lots of good, wholesome, patriotic racism here (though, I did appreciat...
Saturday, December 4, 2010

Jesus, you'll have to wait

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Not sure yet if it is a good thing that the wind has scared me inside today on my 47th birthday, but I am panning through odds and ends in t...
Saturday, November 20, 2010

POWER

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People bitch about Burroughs and Bukowski, saying they don't like their writing...some call them hacks. Blah, blah, blah... What I appr...
Saturday, September 25, 2010

LET ME SLEEP!!!

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RELISH Alone but not lonely in a rich, dark room, filled with familiar furniture. Thinking June and July thoughts in the cold of Febru...
Monday, September 13, 2010

Me, Joe McPhee and a $25 poem

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I had a real fine time performing at the Hearding Cats Collective production DAEDALUS CACOPHONUS on Friday evening under an eerie sky in th...
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Zed Naught
Saint Louis, Missouri, United States
"He's got a lot of irons in the fire", she whispered, several feet away from the bar not knowing that he hears everything. Everything! It is quite maddening sometimes. Or atleast it used to be. Now he can weave mariachi with chainsaws; bowed cymbals with bees buzzing; bird calls with babbling seamen and jingling trinkets. He doesn't mind at all, you see. It just the music of his city.
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