I’d just like to talk for a little bit about how much I love Pennsylvania. When I was six, we moved away from Erie, PA to South Bend, Indiana and I literally laughed to keep from crying in front of my kindergarten class. Pittsburgh and Philadelphia are inspiringly disparate cities. They’re yin and yang in … Read more“Pennsylvania”
It wouldn’t be too much different, There would still be a lot of haters, But I dunno, If anything exists, It would start to at this time, Though it would be better for him to walk around with all his watches on During the daytime. But he doesn’t come to South Bend, Indiana, Because … Read more“If Kanye West Came to South Bend, Indiana”
This is what my poems are, Finally, Jagged dragonflies Zigzagging on up the walls, A living epitome of brainstorming With coats like fishnet stockings.
Don’t keep your shape, Don’t think that there’s a mathematics to everything, And don’t think that those who tell you what to do Don’t just do it to sound smart and feel good about themselves And lastly, and most importantly, Don’t still think that up is up and down is down, And right is … Read more“When Light is Shone on You”
I see her head suspended in a song, In regretting her own face, She gazes down at her task With the winter wisping Only five months away, Reminding of itself Through the dusty ceiling tiles, Down
I see a yellow bleed down slowly through her eyes, Bumblebee eyes, Like something she regrets, As the day juices me Into a dried symbol of the past With a Houston Rockets jersey on.
I discovered the Dandy Warhols (though having heard their whip-appealing name before) in 2002, the year I graduated high school. 13 Tales from Urban Bohemia was dark, syrupy and luscious, a sort of Jesus and Mary Chain for someone who doesn’t want to drive a screwdriver through their own head. But mistake not, the album … Read more“Who’s Afraid of the Dandy Warhols?”
Well, give the fence a kiss already, By the blooms with the trees. You were just saying how good this side of town smelled, And then without the conclusions of this, Men’s bodies lining the deep pits In the auditorium
I’m sitting here listening to Fleet Foxes. Much like Stephen Malkmus, he finds himself cooped up in an urban environment on the west coast, wishing for a “range life.” Except in his case, it’s an “orchard.” Helplessness Blues is not enigmatic anthem domain the way their self-titled debut was, which is why it took me … Read more“Carnivorous Families”
Oddly, a lot of times the shape of music is opposite that with which a person would live: for example the lead singer of a band like Helmet or Loudermilk might be really peaceful in real life, but be unable to release, to quench the inner self of its need to violently express. So hard rock … Read more“On the Significance of Mellowness in Quentin Tarrantino’s ’90’s Movies”