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a vörös alma

you'll never get a wish from a bone.

About Me



i've stolen your red umbrella.

My Interests

something about Pompeii. the cool spot on the pillow. bottles of ink. laughing red tulips. violin fingers. storytellers.

I'd like to meet:

assassins. mimes. thieves. lunatics. unicyclists.

My Friend Space
I have lethal friends

She'll take your apple, too.

He asked me to leave when he found i was sleeping with his typewriter

i never saw a wild thing sorry for itself

An epic story of mad love and spilled ink.

When we were children, we dug up gardens together

My sister will break your face.

Best.

..ment.

Snapdragon

A red envelope can carry twice its weight.

Even Athenais will be a pirate sometimes.

Don't ever ask the same thing twice.

A good woman.

Stephanie by any other name is still (thankfully) not Shakespeare

Wish-making is a bit like book-making.

You'll wish you knew this man.

Out of bounds

We used to live here.

What i do.

When she grows old, she will be a tree and a river.

Ingesting cadmium yellow can make you crazy.

photo-gasm

Queen of Hearts (made of paper)

jai jai

the band

It's like this.

i work here

The world is a clever, clever place.

It's good to know that someone knows where your skeletons are.

These memories are both fleeting and intrepid. Which makes them more wonderful than fig trees.

View All of My Friends
All your nonsense

Music:

composers: Bizet (Carmen), Vivaldi (late violin concertos), Bach (especially the violin sonatas), Verdi (La Traviata, Il Trovatore, , Chopin (nocturnes and cello sonatas), Berlioz (Le Carnaval Romain), Peraza, Cardoso, Monteverdi (L'Orfeo, madrigals), Mozart, Brahms, Bellini (Il Pirata), Beethoven, Rossini (Armida), Liszt, Gounod (etc.)
mmmm, opera.
La Traviata.
Nabucco
Aida
Carmen
Tosca
Otello
Un Bello in Maschera
Stratonice
Armida
Il Trovatore
L'Orfeo
the fado from the districts of Lisbon.
dark cabaret
bebob jazz, spoken word, public radio, traditional Cigany (Tsgaine) music
some of it more often than most: Persephone's Bees, Circus Contraptionthe Deadfly Ensemble, Jill Tracy, the Taste Watchers, Vagalatschk, a Particularly Vicious Rumor, Sarah RabDAU and Self-Employed Assassins, Vermilion Lies, Jason Webley, Josephine Baker, Amelita Galli-Curci, Yma Sumac, Oum Kalthoum, Nina Hagen, Gypsy Sound System, Frank London, The Raspoutine Smoked Band, Gogol Bordello, Regina Spektor, Montserrat Caballe, Rosa Ponselle, Cinema Strange, Shanghai Triad, Skip james, Ella Fitzgerald, Mado Robin, the Ekros Ensemble, Theodore Bikel, Kalyi Jag, Susheela Raman, the Grand Arnaque, Faramarz Payvar Ensemble, Vujicsics, Kid Ory, Miles Davis, Charlie Parker, Brubeck, Duke Ellington, Billie Holiday, Denali, Brian Eno, T-Rex, Lemonheads, Mirah, the Faint, Madonna, Joan Jett, Dresden Dolls, Neutral Milk Hotel, the Figgs, the Kills, Carla Bruni, the Paper Chase, the Decemberists, Dinosaur Jr., Leonard Cohen, Johnny Cash, Coco Rosie, Juno Reactor, Tom Waits Secret Chiefs 3, Love and Rockets, Ms. John Soda, the Books, of Montreal, Awry, Cat Power, Blonde Redhead, the Eels, Sigur Rós, the Kinks, Amalia Rodrigues, Mars Volta, Mogwai, Hot Hot Heat, Tilly and the Wall, Crooked Fingers, Nancy Apple, Cowboy Bob and the Bounty Hunters, the Cure, My Bloody Valentine, Sebedoh, Nick Cave, the Libertines, Elvis Costello, Azure Ray, the Pixies, Built to Spill, Venus 6, Little Red Rocket, Portishead, Rasputina, the Reindeer Section, Belle and Sebastian, Arab Strap, Betty Serveert, Franz Ferdinand, Cursive, Small Brown Bike, the Inkwell Collective, Kasey Chambers, the Arcade Fire, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Bauhaus, Pet, Coil, Joan of Arc, the Folk Implosion, Diamanda Galas, Cocteau Twins, the Campfire Girls, Concrete Blonde, Massive Attack, the Breeders, Eyedea & Abilities, Atmosphere, Nonprofits (Sage Francis), Jessey Moss, Blacklicious, etc.; ETC, ETC

Movies:

some: the House of Yes, Delicatessen, Little Miss Sunshine. the Pillowbook [director: Peter Greenaway]. Sin City. Mirrormask. Fight Club. the Cook the Thief, His Wife, and Her Lover. Mary Poppins. Nightmare Before Christmas. Eulogy. Beetlejuice. Pandora's Box [silent film, 1929]. I &hearts Huckabee's. Who Killed Bambi?. Some Like it Hot. City of Lost Children. Amelie. the Last Minute, Breakfast At Tiffany's, Saved, V for Vendettta, Most things directed by Kubrick, Wes Anderson, Jean-Luc Godard and Jean-Pierre Jeunet.

Television:

not so much, thank you.

Books:

Q: how many surrealists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
A: red.
some authours: Rimbaud, Camus, Anais Nin, Sartre, Vonnegut, Homer, Maurice Blanchot, Postumius Rufius Festus (Avienus ), Don DeLillo, Henry Miller, Atwood, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Goethe, Robert Desnos, Tom Robbins, Kerouac, Ginsberg, Lovecraft, Raymond Chandler, Charles Baudelaire, Desnos, Lautreamont, Byron, Andre Breton, John Ashbery, Bukowski, Baudelaire, Joyce Carol Oates, Muscio, Burroughs, Morrow, Wurtzel, Sylvia plath, Ted Hughes, E.E. Cummings, Dostoyevsky, Winterson, Dickinson, Jorge Borges, Maya Angelou, Kafka, Stéphane Mallarmé, Sndor Mrai, Imre Kertsz, Magda Szabo, W Somerset Maugham, (etc.)
books about pre 20th century geisha culture, symbolism in literature, hinduism, general linguistics, Mesoamerican culture, Japanese ghost stories, dadaism, the mechanics of typewriters, bondage, bizarre fairy tales, taoism, making a ruckus (crimethinc), pirates, fashion, graffiti, and philosophy, moths, human anatomy, classical music, psychology, the making of shoji screens, native american history, the Cigany (Tsigane), the Tartessian language, the Cynetes, indigenous Portugal (i am searching for information from before the second century BC), bellydance, visual arts, erotica, building things, taking things apart, language, disenchantment, trains, the possibility of the existence of mermaids,
surrealist nonsense
satirical fiction
good poetry, bad poetry
comics and graphic novels (i feel sick, the preacher series, from hell, ghost world, lenore (and other roman dirge work), sandman, etc.)
existentalist psychobabble
discarded love letters often found in waste baskets and gutters

Heroes:


this, and the Remington SL3 Tom Robbins threw out the window.

My Blog

cigány

i miss you mostwhen i am struggling to writein my first language.Na ezt jól megcsináltad.My mother's people, they swung wide with their tambourines, bellowing the death of their generation.  They...
Posted by véres kezû on Wed, 16 May 2007 01:25:00 PST

saját tulajdon szememmel

Ha kedves az életed.Your mouth is a tornado.Jericho could never weather this.  And i am not Jericho.  My bones, my carved bones, my shaking bones, my screaming bones.  Let the walls cru...
Posted by véres kezû on Wed, 16 May 2007 10:03:00 PST

counting

Today could have been monumental.  i wouldn't know at the moment.  i was sent home from physical therapy with a 'there's nothing more the doctors can do for you,' speech.  But i got a t...
Posted by véres kezû on Tue, 15 May 2007 11:30:00 PST

oshkosh times

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Posted by véres kezû on Sun, 13 May 2007 03:38:00 PST

irmã

My sistershe runs like a firecrackerMy sistershe grips like a wet nooseMy sistershe's the pretty one,but she has no mirrorYou can cut into us.  Hard.  We'll feel it, my sister and me.  ...
Posted by véres kezû on Sat, 12 May 2007 03:31:00 PST

the flood, (the exorcism)

Heavy.  Like wet brick.  Not the sort of thing you carry in your pocket, but i do.  Entire cities built of it.  Towers that are miles high.  Staircases built from the bones of...
Posted by véres kezû on Sat, 12 May 2007 04:23:00 PST

writing it down

On my way out the door to a meeting, i had to remind myself to look in the mirror.  i still didn't fix the flyaway hair.  As my head calms, my hair gets messier.  When i show up sleek a...
Posted by véres kezû on Thu, 10 May 2007 06:41:00 PST

in the absense

Lean in.  Did you see that?There is a red ashtray to my right.  Vivaldi's violins.  Stones in my pockets, and the gritjust gets grittierand i'm smiling like there's a secret under my to...
Posted by véres kezû on Wed, 09 May 2007 10:37:00 PST

Scarecrow

It's like driving very fast.Oh, just jump already, Stephani.  There's nothing at the bottom.  You can't break your neck on an idea.But you can break your hands.  Gladly.  Oh, alrig...
Posted by véres kezû on Tue, 08 May 2007 09:44:00 PST

my hands

Stiff, like winter.  It's still in my bones.  It's in my hair.  It's under my skin.  i sat with the guitar, banging on the strings, banging on the old songs.Fistslike brick.i'll ma...
Posted by véres kezû on Fri, 04 May 2007 12:53:00 PST