across the floor
flipping pages and drinking and thinking
This is the time of day for recollections,
For sentimental regrets, oblique allusions,
Rose-leaves, shrivelled in a musty jar.
Scatter them to the wind! There are tempests coming.
It is dark, with a windy star.
If human mouths were really roses, my dear,--
(Why must we link things so?--)
I would tear yours petal by petal with slow murder.
I would pluck the stamens, the pistils,
The gold and the green,--
Spreading the subtle sweetness that was your breath
On a cold wave of death....
Now let us walk back, slowly, as we came.
We will light the room with candles; they may shine
Like rows of yellow eyes.
Your hair is like spun fire, by candle-flame.
You smile at me--say nothing. You are wise.
For I think of you, flung down brutal darkness;
Crushed and red, with pale face.
I think of you, with your hair disordered and dripping.
And myself, rising red from that embrace.
Beethoven's Op. 135, Mars Volta, Franz Lizst (esp Mephisto Waltz), Opeth, Iceburn, John Coltrane, Pat Metheny,King Crimson (early), At The Drive-In, ..m/astodon, JEFF BUCKLEY, Dredg, Elliot Smith, ..m/etallic..a/ (RIP 1983-1989), Pain of Salvation, The Flower Kings, The Clash, Freak Kitchen, Soft Machine, Yes (early), The Beatles, Chromakey, Spock's Beard, Defacto,
Magnolia, The Royal Tenenbaums, Resevoir Dogs, Memento, Before Sunrise, Zizek!
Arrested Developement, Buffy, Angel, Animal Planet's Most Extreme, Metalocalypse
i enjoy cynical 20-something fiction (especially those books angling to wipe their phallus all over the world),
Or
Poets like Hart Crane, Conrad Aiken, Wallace Stevens (yes, yes, I know...). Outside those main interests one might find, outside of poetry, Saul Bellow, Nabokov, Kundera, Emerson, Mann, Dickens, Woolf (Virginia), sometimes Thomas.
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