I like this one too2bevFebruary 23 2005, 01:57:31 UTC
In January
Only one cell in the frozen hive of night is lit, or so it seems to us: this Vietnamese café, with its oily light, its odors whose colorful shapes are like flowers. Laughter and talking, the tick of chopsticks. Beyond the glass, the wintry city creaks like an ancient wooden bridge. A great wind rushes under all of us. The bigger the window, the more it trembles.
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Only one cell in the frozen hive of night
is lit, or so it seems to us:
this Vietnamese café, with its oily light,
its odors whose colorful shapes are like flowers.
Laughter and talking, the tick of chopsticks.
Beyond the glass, the wintry city
creaks like an ancient wooden bridge.
A great wind rushes under all of us.
The bigger the window, the more it trembles.
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Today I was listening to:
1) Hendrix - Machine Gun
2) Stravinsky: Symphony in C
3) Miles Davis: Tribute to Jack Johnson
Don't like Rap or hip hop (not really music. It's poetry with a drum beat behind it)
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Remember what William Burroughs said, "The purpose of art is to kill."
Ted would be pleased.
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