Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts

Sunday, June 25, 2017

metalepsis

cd by javier hernando ‎entitled metalepsis 90​/​96
photos by the art of memory's matthew swiezynski

Saturday, May 30, 2015

étant donnés (there was something very queer about the water)

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( ) title from through the looking glass

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

étant donnés (your skin is black metallic)

étant donnés: 4 (your skin is black metallic)

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i still can't guess what you're after

it's the colour of your skin
your skin is black metallic
it's the colour of your skin
your skin is black metallic
your skin is black metallic
your skin is black metallic

i think of you when you're sleeping

it's the colour of your skin
your skin is black metallic
it's the colour of your skin
your skin is black metallic
your skin is black metallic
you're turning black metallic

it's the colour of your skin
it's the colour of your skin

your skin is black metallic


(images of death and post-death, from silver falls ore, by riccardo mutt)

Sunday, March 16, 2014

family photos my mother sent me part two (sounds like dirt xxx)


in my life the piano sings
brings me words that are not the strength of strings
fiery rain and ruby's cooling sun
now i see that my world has only begun
notes that roll on winds with swirling wings...
brings me words that are not the strength of strings

gene clark / this mortal coil

Saturday, November 2, 2013

shadow waves incident

details from bernice abbott's documenting science
detailed whilst listening to sunn o)))

Friday, October 25, 2013

(sounds like dirt xxvii) high on amphetamines


everything is exactly right
when i walk around here drunk every night
with an open container from squirrel is my spirit animal
in st. ides heaven
i've been out haunting the neighborhood
and everybody can see I'm no good
when i'm walking out between parked cars
with my head full of stars
high on amphetamines
the moon is a light bulb breaking
it'll go around with anyone
but it won't come down for anyone

you think you know what brings me down
that i want those things you could never allow
you see me smile and you think it's a frown turned upside-down
cos everyone is a fucking pro
and they all got answers from trouble they've known
and they all gotta say what you should and shouldn't do
though they don't have a clue
high on amphetamines
the moon is a light bulb breaking
it'll go around with anyone
but it won't come down for anyone
and i won't come down for anyone

photo by joe squirrel