July 2009
13 posts
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THE STARTING GUN (demo) tell me where you want to...
June 2009
16 posts
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YOU ARE WHO THEY THINK YOU ARE
matea keeps a large phaidon fashion book sitting on the coffeetable. in some ways it’s completely rad… especially the entries on designers from the 30s, 40s & 50s. but hidden in the back (in the “glossary of movements, genres & technical terms”) i found this gem:
GRUNGE* grunge was born in seattle’s music scene at the end of the 1980s. youth developed a...
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ONE MAN FEASTS AT A TABLE FOR THREE
two teenagers laugh at a third. a woman asks for water. a child sings to her mother in spanish. these sounds are just moons.
everyone in the taqueria orbits one man at a round table. he wears a blue jacket so dirty even the stains are stained by other impurities. he has a faded hat that no longer advertises anything. his beard is oldgrowth.
there are three plastic bags on the table.
he...
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“tell your wife i’m real ugly.”
– OVERHEARD: Bush & Battery.
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MIC CHECK
ONE
the weatherman says rain & so I string an umbrella to my wrist. it is morning. outside the sun has outshone the fog for the first time in a week. i look like an idiot, lit up like a spotlight in my heavy jacket & twirling an instrument of rain, but i am happy to play the part.
TWO
wearing a towel across my shoulders instead of a shirt, i sit in a small chair facing the living room...
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PS.
feeling skittish about the internet lately… while i’m used to stumbling onto the odd uncredited photograph or collage, i have flipped my shit over several recent & random discoveries of my own writing posted as photographs, written in my own hand in my own notebook, & completely disassociated from my name. weird times.
