April deserves its own long convoluted text post. I will write that soon, maybe. Or maybe I won’t – I’m no good at follow through. Also: does it matter, really, to anyone but me?
Here’s some noise:
The Jesus Lizard – Skull of a German
Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy – We are Unhappy
Ex-Cult – Knives on Both Sides
Henry Jamison – If You Could Read My Mind
Langhorne Slim – Changes
This month so far I have listened to a lot more Savage Garden than I thought was possible in almost 2 days. Next thing I know I’ll have only listened to Placebo for 31 days! Gosh, what a freak I am.
Something in the field is
working away. Root-noise.
of weak chlorophyll, no
name for it. Something
in the field has mastered
distance by living too close
to fences. Yellow fruit, has it
pit or seeds? Stalk of wither. Grass-
noise fighting weed-noise. Dirt
and chant. Something in the
field. Coreopsis. I did not mean
to say that. Yellow petal, has it
wither-gift? Has it gorgeous
rash? Leaf-loss and worried
sprout, its bursting art. Some-
thing in the. Field fallowed and
cicada. I did not mean to
say. Has it roar and bloom?
Has it road and follow? A thistle
prick, fraught burrs, such
easy attachment. Stem-
and stamen-noise. Can I lime-
flower? Can I chamomile?
Something in the field cannot.