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.
Mick Collins in the liner notes to the new Dirtbombs singles collection:
'To date, the dance-music impulse has won out over the art-damage impulse, but consider yourself duly warned. I just admitted I like Henry Cow; that should be warning enough.'
'Altogether, I think we ought to read only books that bite and sting us. If the book we are reading doesn't shake us awake like a blow on the skull, why bother reading it in the first place? So that it can make us happy, as you put it? Good God, we'd be just as happy if we had no books at all; books that make us happy we could, in a pinch, write ourselves. What we need are books that hit us like a most painful misfortune, like the death of someone we loved more than we love ourselves, that make us feel as though we had been banished to the woods, far from any human presence, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is what I believe.'
'- but you can't swim'
Geoff on Amerie in the Citypages - 'twinkly bedroom stuff that the readers of this paper will find totally unconvincing'. Awesome. I wonder how often that takes, anywhere: 'this is a good record that you will not like'. Good thing the paper is free!
Is there anything more perfect than a thunderstorm?
I saw the Junior Boys at the 400 Bar tonight. I don't like shows, but I was happy.
Before and during their set Jeremy Greenspan was downing Robitussin straight from the bottle. 'I think he's supposed to have a big white plastic cup for that,' I told Geoff.
Dylan at Government Names on screw tapes.
(Around the time of my birthday my sister wanted to know what she could get me, and I had no reasonable answer. But the other day I was listening to a screwed up 'Diamonds and Wood' and realized - oh yeah, Jess lives in Houston...)