Ordinary language is all right.
One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.
I left one off! But I'm not saying what.
John Lee Hooker - Lead Me
Pan Sonic - Pakoisvoima / Fugalforce
Sonic Youth - Disappearer
Mouse on Mars - Yippie
Nirvana - Heart-Shaped Box (Demo)
Sonic Youth - Cotton Crown
Miles Davis - John McLaughlin
Ice Cube - Cave Bitch
M.O.P. - Welcome to Brownsville
John Fahey - Stomping Tonight on the Pennsylvania/Alabama Border
Viktor Vaughn f. Apani B. - Let Me Watch
2Pac feat. Snoop Dogg - 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted
Ornette Coleman - Antiques
Sonic Youth - Rain King
Mike Jones f. Slim Thug & Paul Wall - Still Tippin (S+C)
Pan Sonic - Rähinä II / Mayhem II
The O'Jays - Ain't No Woman (Like the One I Got)
UGK - Hi-Life
Ice Cube - When Will They Shoot?
Mouse on Mars - Mykologics
Mouse on Mars - Download Sofist
Seu Jorge - Carolina
Nirvana - Scentless Apprentice (Rehearsal)
The Magnetic Fields - Epitaph for My Heart
I saw an awful movie tonight that made me feel like crap, so I bought another copy of Dubliners to improve my mood. It's a Viking critical edition. After reading 'The Sisters', the first story, and still not feeling like I got it, just like every time I have read Dubliners, I am quite pleased to flip to the back and read Frank O'Connor say of 'The Sisters': 'The point of it still eludes me.'
I don't know whether to quote 'the man who redefined your body' or 'who redefined your body' or 'redefined your body'. So, there are all three.
Add an 'of'.
I told my devotedly feminist friend Kris I had been wanting to make her a mix of current hip-hop (since she professes liking hip-hop), to sound out her reactions to the state its misogyny. She didn't seem to think that was such a good idea. The other day, I heard 'Pull My Hair'. I think if I were to put that on that hypothetical mix, Kris would never speak to me again. Luckily (?!), though, I've only been able to get myself to listen to it one more time since then, so it's not as if it's leaping to the head of the list.
Nothing I pick up is what I want, is what I'm saying.
Kind of in a haze. Out of apparently nothing more than compulsion here are some of the books I have picked up and read some of in the past few days (titles only): Finnegans Wake, Narrative Design in Finnegans Wake, Biographia Literaria, Varieties of Religious Experience, Notes to Literature, The Jerusalem Bible, Love and Theft, Distinction, Joyce's Book of the Dark, The Dialogic Imagination, Literary Transcendentalism, In the American Grain. To no effect, really; I can't get a fix on anything, can't find my traction. Records have made more sense but not because I've engaged more with them; they're just more satisfying to take passing affect and sensation from. Not just that; I can do it and not feel like I'm wasting my time. Still, the sensations are just that, passing.