Empires in Decline, Part XVII
Nov. 24th, 2003 02:35 pmhttp://www.juliandibbell.com/texts/blacksnow.html
OK, that's it, you can kill the lights; the show's over.
OK, that's it, you can kill the lights; the show's over.
Nov. 24th, 2003
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bruisedhips
Nov. 24th, 2003 06:26 pmBecause looming death is so much fun with you around:
High WIndows
by Philip Larkin
When I see a couple of kids
And guess he's fucking her and she's
Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm,
I know this is paradise
Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives--
Bonds and gestures pushed to one side
Like an outdated combine harvester,
And everyone young going down the long slide
To happiness, endlessly. I wonder if
Anyone looked at me, forty years back,
And thought, That'll be the life;
No God any more, or sweating in the dark
About hell and that, or having to hide
What you think of the priest. He
And his lot will all go down the long slide
Like free bloody birds. And immediately
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:
The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.
High WIndows
by Philip Larkin
When I see a couple of kids
And guess he's fucking her and she's
Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm,
I know this is paradise
Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives--
Bonds and gestures pushed to one side
Like an outdated combine harvester,
And everyone young going down the long slide
To happiness, endlessly. I wonder if
Anyone looked at me, forty years back,
And thought, That'll be the life;
No God any more, or sweating in the dark
About hell and that, or having to hide
What you think of the priest. He
And his lot will all go down the long slide
Like free bloody birds. And immediately
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:
The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.
Punk sleeper
Nov. 24th, 2003 07:05 pmI wonder why the Big Boys never got any respect? In the middle of the whole mid 80s Husker Du/Replacements/Minutemen/Meat Puppets punksplosion that I loved so much, they were as good as any of that crowd. Great hardcore punk, a lot of soul, style mixing, and tremendous heart. I just got both of their comp cds (The Skinny Elvis and The Fat Elvis) which makes me very happy.
I always thought one of the greatest things about punk rock was that "no genre, no style, no boundary" thing where you could smash the barriers down and do what you wanted. They did that really beautifully.
Any other candidates for "how the fuck did we miss that?" artists?
I always thought one of the greatest things about punk rock was that "no genre, no style, no boundary" thing where you could smash the barriers down and do what you wanted. They did that really beautifully.
Any other candidates for "how the fuck did we miss that?" artists?