February 2012
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January 2012
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dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life, a mood whose only known cure is the vuvuzela.
When I was young, I believed in three things: Marxism, the redemptive power of...
– Sergio Leone (via nevver)
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“Gimme a Grab” - Can’t Kids (Touches Brushes Tongues)
“That new Can’t Kids record is a game changer…club banger.” - Pat Funk
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Someone by the name of Jordan Blackmon recorded Hauswerk’s Jan. 6 show at New Brookland Tavern. It is neat because I don’t really remember much from that show. Thanks, Jordan!
December 2011
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Headlines - Karmessiah
Insiste, anime meus, et adtende fortiter.
(Courage, my soul, and press on strongly.)
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“Can we have raptor lessons?” - Caca
I KNOW THIS CITY LIKE THE BACK O’ MY HAND I KNOW THIS TOWN LIKE THE CRACK O’ MY ASS I LOVE THIS CITY LIKE I LOVE GETTIN SHITTY I HATE THIS CITY LIKE I HATE MYSELF LEXINGTON KENTUCKY GOT A LOT OF HORSE RIDERS LEXINGTON KENTUCKY GOT A LOT OF WORSE WRITERS ASHEVILLE, NORTH CAROLINA IS THE ARMPIT OF THE SOUTH, ASHEVILLE, NORTH CAROLINA NEEDS TO SHUT ITS HIPPIE MOUTH ASHEVILLE, NORTH...
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“recorded Saturday December 3rd at The Shredquarters on a hand held Tascam field recorder with a stretched pantyhose in front of it.”
Fiiiiiiiiinally!
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These poems, these poems, these poems, she said, are poems with no love in them. These are the poems of a man who would leave his wife and child because they made noise in his study. These are the poems of a man who would murder his mother to claim the inheritance. These are the poems of a man like Plato, she said, meaning something I did not comprehend but which nevertheless...
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Don’t take it personal, they said; but I did, I took it all quite personal— the breeze and the river and the color of the fields; the price of grapefruit and stamps, the wet hair of women in the rain— And I cursed what hurt me and I praised what gave me joy, the most simple-minded of possible responses. The government reminded me of my father, with its deafness and its laws, and the weather...
Emotions, in my experience, aren’t covered by single words. I don’t believe in...
– Jeffrey Eugenides
(aeloquence via thechaotic)
My thoughts 3 weeks in having a Twitter account: I recommend it if you want to curate a Best of RiFF RAFF collection.
November 2011
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What I am trying to do is grasp the implicit systems which determine our most familiar behavior without our knowing it. I am trying to find their origin, to show their formation, the constraint the impose upon us; I am therefore trying to place myself at a distance from them and to show how one could escape. But what are students doing when they address a professor in the familiar idiom, or when...
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Reasons to Survive November
November like a train wreck— as if a locomotive made of cold had hurtled out of Canada and crashed into a million trees, flaming the leaves, setting the woods on fire. The sky is a thick, cold gauze— but there’s a soup special at the Waffle House downtown, and the Jack Parsons show is up at the museum, full of luminous red barns. —Or maybe I’ll visit beautiful Donna, the...
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Hauswerk is playing the Tapp’s Center Saturday at 8:30 with these guys:
MOUNTAINS OF EARTH (CHARLESTON, SC) SWORDMASTERS OF GINAZ (QUEENS, NY/CARRBORO, NC) MODERN MAN (COLUMBIA, SC) SPACE COKE (COLUMBIA, SC)
…Come?