Emily returned from having coffee with a friend early, before 9. She’d given him a small, dry kiss on the lips. Somehow she wanted solitude here on this night. After pulling her mom’s car into their numbered spot, she stared for a second at the front door lock, as if it were rueful or owed … Read more“Elation en Ether”
I’d always found “Drops of Jupiter” by Train to be one of those songs that you make fun of like it’s your job, but that you really don’t mind hearing, at the end of the day or the beginning. I mean who would get that wound up over a girl? The answer? No one. I … Read more“Dream Manipulation of the Potential Reality of the Ego in Train (sic)”
I’m a firm believer that good writing will necessarily at some point become too depressing to finish. So that discussion emerges as in order. Sort of like if there were a black hole that were the opposite of the sun, and you stared at this too long, it causes your mind to unravel from too … Read more“Majority’s Rules”
Something I can feel, I can feel it rolling in, Something I can feel, Everybody needs it, Hence addictions, But ask yourself, Who do you actually like? You like the people who are easily contented Or whom you interpret as being easily contented And so who accept you So your task, In this scope of … Read more“Heat Transfer”
I guess what I’m trying to do here is corroborate what you feel, or have corroborated what I feel, about certain little alienating parts of good rap songs, the fact that they’re bitchin’ being the reason why it matters, and rock or white pop music has moments like this too, see Yo La Tengo’s “Sit … Read more“Disgusting or Awkward Hip-Hop Lyrics on Otherwise Solid Cuts”
You could tell she was fiending for attention, hanging out in there by the side of the gas station counter, doing god knows what. Dressed in the usual wear of women of today, and doing so well. I’d walked to the gas station. There had been a jolly dude running, and a dude passing him … Read more“Around the Way Girl”
I’ve idled my way through a couple of theory classes in my day, it seems like a good way to force someone to study literature who doesn’t want to. It’s as if to say, look, this stuff’s good, it has theory to it, how could it not be. It’s closely related, writing on literary theory … Read more“Robotics and Their Language Arts Cousin — Theory”
Just as you can hide behind a car, You can hide behind a job Though they’re not yours, There are feet that are attached to you, And though the ground is obsolete, There is some contact there It’s not for us to decide Insofar as any thought can unfurl, Evasion is probably a safer bet
There’s a new store opening up in my town, It’s a cell phone store I always wondered what happened to the people who got killed in my town Where they went after they died, how they were transformed One time I pulled up to these black dudes and asked them If they knew where I … Read more“Cell Phone Army”
On the titled track of the new Deerhunter album, by the time Bradford Cox repeats over and over, “Mono mono mania, mono mono mania,” it seems like a natural, gerontological retreat into play, rather than simply gibberish. And indeed it’s these multi-phase heterogeneous setups of these songs that give them their power. In this way … Read more“Monomania: Deerhunter’s Genre Retreat”