liminal screeds

love this town

Ξ February 23rd, 2008 | → 0 Comments | ∇ gratitude, of local note, screeds |

yes, it is a goat on a trampoline.
(taken in my neighborhood.)

lyrics to the Soul of Carmen Miranda by John Cale

Ξ February 20th, 2008 | → 0 Comments | ∇ gratitude, playlists, screeds |

Since the soul of carmen miranda had captured the mind of man
Dismissed with her generation for the price of a can-can
Consigned to the sideshows of history, with the patronized orphans of film
She seeded the bait and offered the faint hope of chance to innocent men
In love with the trance of her dances
And abandoned by them
And abandoned by them

She called in the boys
She remembered their names, and the sorry condition they came in
The dances were soiled, they spun and recoiled
From the master tapdancer inside them, beside them

The soul of carmen miranda had captured the mind of man
Dismissed with her generation for the price of a can-can
The soul of carmen miranda for the price of a can-can
The soul of carmen miranda for the price of a can-can

could it really be Hope?

Ξ February 20th, 2008 | → 0 Comments | ∇ screeds |

In faith:

Goodbye gay marriage as weird irrelevant polarizing issue! Goodbye abortion as weird irrelevant polarizing issue!!

welcome my son to the machine

Ξ February 19th, 2008 | → 0 Comments | ∇ screeds |

 actually more like welcome to the jungle.  a glimpse o’ my world

mini album review

Ξ February 13th, 2008 | → 0 Comments | ∇ gratitude, mini album reviews, screeds |

cat power jukebox

more sultry than a white beaded dress
worn well;
more honest than the truth;
more fallen than an eclipsed piano,
more practical than peanut butter
more necessary than horses or al capone

“not quite was I was planning “

Ξ February 9th, 2008 | → 0 Comments | ∇ screeds |

(six word memoir)

christmas is overrated;

so is bourbon

cormac mccarthy slips accidentally into postmodern southeastern stoplight haiku

Ξ February 6th, 2008 | → 0 Comments | ∇ screeds |

robbing nobody, impossibly, over and over,
of long, stringy bands of nothing. Longing for home,  too far now from home; metallic aftertaste;

like a jaundiced scripture, beholden to the boasting reading machine -

wrangled from meat and industry, worried and fragile as the sun,
such as all ideas ever wrought

oddball aplomb runs amok

Ξ February 6th, 2008 | → 0 Comments | ∇ of local note, screeds |

Cross-Posted from ScrutinyHooligans, Cross-posted from Ashvegas:

Asheville filmmaker Chusy Haney-Jardine, whose independent-made-in-Asheville movie Anywhere USA was included in the prestigious *Sundance* film festival these past couple of weeks, won an award Saturday night:

Special Jury Prize Dramatic and the Spirit of Independence Award: Chusy Haney-Jardine, for Anywhere USA, easily the funniest movie of the festival that skewers NASCAR and pistachio nuts with oddball aplomb.