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kneels

'in this age of fiberglass, i'm looking for a gem'

About Me

This story begins in the quiet hills of West Virginia. A child born with the dual-blood of Appalachia and Cheshire. It surfaces much later on -- i'll spare the audience the middle school days of sweatpants all-day, every day -- and jumps to the land called urbania...a land where debauchery is longed for and loved; a land where pink, polluted skies satisfy the need for moonbeams and country themes.

My Interests

poetry, prose, theater, music, travel, booze, travelling with booze, boozing while travelling. oh, and thunderstorms--i like'em.

I'd like to meet:

Folks, I'm telling you, / birthing is hard / and dying is mean -- / so get yourself / a little loving / in between. -L. Hughes

Music:

Dylan, Wilco, Jayhawks, The Concretes, Jim White, A.C. Newman/New Porn, Jesse Sykes & The Sweet Hereafter, Magnetic Fields, Edie Brickell, Beatles, Neil Young, Gillian Welch, Greg Brown, Beta Band, Ralph Stanley, U2, Jeb Loy Nichols, r.e.m, Tim Hardin, Leonard Cohen, Franz Ferdinand, Death Cab for Cutie, Rachael Yamagata, Neko, Velvet Underground, Beatles (of course), Radiohead, balls parmesan, Bright Eyes, Beth Orton, Daniel Lanois, Rickie Lee Jones, Bonnie 'Prince' Billy, Tom Waits, Laura B ...blah blah blah

Movies:

Igby Goes Down was great...The Dreamers (brilliance), Secretary, Sideways, The Departed, Children of Men (anything that keeps you talking two hours--hell, two days--beyond its finish is fucking good), American Beauty, The Last Waltz, Traffic, We Don't Live Here Anymore, You Can Count On Me, Garden State, Hurly Burly, Tadpole, Amelie, The Road to Perdition, In the Bedroom, Pulp Fiction, Memento, The Hours, 25th Hour, Lovely and Amazing, Raising Victor Vargas, Dead Man Walking, 21 Grams (!), Monty Python, Bull Durham, The Great Escape, Spellbound, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Mystic River, Station Agent, Pieces of April, Swimming Pool, Lost in Translation, Before Sunset, In America, The Terminal, Good Night & Good Luck, The Weatherman, Capturing the Friedmans, Italian for Beginners, The Wonder Boys, Talk to Her (!), Four Weddings and a Funeral (minus andie macdowell, greatest comedy of all time)...was obsessed with The Navigator when i was eight...

Television:

West Wing, Scrubs, West Wing repeats on Bravo. HBO. Showtime. Commercials be damned, dammit!

Books:

Middlesex, Blindness, Book of Daniel, Lolita, Geek Love, Life of Pi, Atonement, The White Hotel (read it!), Plainsong (a gem!), The Inferno, Disgrace by Coetzee, Garp, The Beach, Paradise Lost, The Drifters, Capote, Drop City, Vonnegut, short stories of Douglas Glover, Unbearable Lightness of Being, The March, Refuge, The End of Alice, The Rules of Attraction, American Pastoral, The Hours, A Home at the End of the World, Love in the Time of Cholera, Dog Soldiers, Feast of Love, Rats, A Farewell to Arms, Youth in Revolt; plays by Shepard, Ives, Sartre, Wright, Dresser, Mamet, Hare, Durang, Blessing, Strelich, Kushner, Wright, Churchill, Martin, Letts; poetry of Li-Young Lee, Jeffrey McDaniel, Eliot, Williams, Sandburg, Ashbery, Dorianne Laux, Bukowski, Hughes, cummings, Owen, Copper Canyon Press, Neruda, you.

Heroes:

peaceful people. whiskey drinkers. jeff tweedy.

My Blog

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Subway to Harlem.

    Subway to Harlem.     Night is a knowing glance. Cicadas.              Used condoms. Numbness where there should be sound...
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Inside the Blogosphere.

  (after reading The New Yorker, November 21, 2005)       Let me die here                  with my dreams ...
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[The alliteration has faltered]

The alliteration has faltered,                  No, The alliteration has failed. The fallen fumes of the Towers Are curli...
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written while typing

a midnight stoned              alone                     ...
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[this poem reeks of you]

this poem reeks of you. your tepid taste, too much the miners daughter with your eyeball dreams and toked-up sullen screams that leave nothing but. this is you, tripped up yesterday trembles   t...
Posted by piss christ on Tue, 11 Oct 2005 09:56:00 PST

[one light]

one light simmers beneath turpentine skies that look out over and through this night.   your quiet trembles knock back relax this is just the beginning.   once we were deviant sorts bringin...
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dirge

There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them,In this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem.The crystal ball up on the wall hasn't shown me nothing yet,I've paid the price of solitud...
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West Virginia

Run with me through the fields, take back the rhododendron streams, as memory leaves us thirsty for more. Resolute in our ways,             &nbs...
Posted by piss christ on Tue, 11 Oct 2005 09:57:00 PST

DeLillo

When times are bad, people feel compelled to overeat. Blacksmith is full of obese adults and children, baggy-pantsed, short-legged, waddling. They struggle to emerge from compact cars; they don sweats...
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