Jim CarrollloupgarouoneAugust 18 2004, 12:53:53 UTC
I typed a few poems of his so you can have an idea of what I am talking about. I hope you'll enjoy them as much as I did when my eyes first touched his words.
NOTE
The only time I am not dead Is when I am
Cross-referencing
The only time I am alive Is when I find an intersection.
Measuring.
Still I can't slip through, my daemon diminished
Life and this Love in cold climate
LONG DISTANCE
Speaking to you on the phone I can't lift my mind Up off the carpet While it is filled with the weight of your breath and lips
I feel the desire as I feel the void I feel the distance dissolve like The curling black smoke of rubber burning Leaving a paw-shaped print on the ceiling
POEM
Nobody is going to ruin me If I have to I will ruin myself
I've spent too much time Expended angelic energy On my own disintegration to hand the contract over To another now As if it were A finished painting Needing only a signature
You are not going to get me You are never going to be with me As once was
There will always be the poem I will climb on top of it
And come
In and out of time Cocking my head tothe side slightly As I finish shaking, melting then Into its body, its soft skin
Is not a lit. I'm glad you are at peace, But everything you know leads to ruins.
It's a neat trick My body rising above the city Watching the boroughs recede Into blots of pumice and amber, amethyst
It's a harder trick Turning love that's lost in betrayal into something Beside bitterness into anything beside this rage
Re: Jim Carrollpinkteaset3August 19 2004, 08:48:32 UTC
Oooh... VERY nice.
I was thinking yesterday as I was looking at The Book Of Nods.. his mood often feels similar to the one expressed by the character in David Bowie's OUTSIDE, in the song "The Voyeur Of Utter Destruction (As Beauty)":
I shake And stare at the sun Till my eyes burn I shake At the mothers brutal vermin I shake And stare at the watery moon With the same desire As the sober Philistine And I shake (Turn and turn again) Worm, the pain and blade Turn and turn again
The screw Is a tightening Atrocity I shake For the reeking flesh Is as romantic as hell The need To have seen it all The Voyeur of Utter Destruction As beauty I shake Turn and turn again I shake Turn and turn again I shake [x3]
Research has pierced All extremes of my sex Call it a day Call it a day Needle point life Blinds the will to be next Call it a day [repeat] Today [repeat ad. inf]
It's the lyrics, as well as the mood which the music itself overwhelmingly presents. Do you know this song?
NOTE
The only time I am not dead
Is when I am
Cross-referencing
The only time I am alive
Is when I find an intersection.
Measuring.
Still
I can't slip through, my daemon diminished
Life and this
Love in cold climate
LONG DISTANCE
Speaking to you on the phone
I can't lift my mind
Up off the carpet
While it is filled with the weight of your breath and lips
I feel the desire as I feel the void
I feel the distance dissolve like
The curling black smoke of rubber burning
Leaving a paw-shaped print on the ceiling
POEM
Nobody is going to ruin me
If I have to I will ruin myself
I've spent too much time
Expended angelic energy
On my own disintegration to hand the contract over
To another now
As if it were
A finished painting
Needing only a signature
You are not going to get me
You are never going to be with me
As once was
There will always be the poem
I will climb on top of it
And come
In and out of time
Cocking my head tothe side slightly
As I finish shaking, melting then
Into its body, its soft skin
Is not a lit. I'm glad you are at peace,
But everything you know leads to ruins.
It's a neat trick
My body rising above the city
Watching the boroughs recede
Into blots of pumice and amber, amethyst
It's a harder trick
Turning love that's lost in betrayal into something
Beside bitterness into anything beside this rage
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I was thinking yesterday as I was looking at The Book Of Nods.. his mood often feels similar to the one expressed by the character in David Bowie's OUTSIDE, in the song "The Voyeur Of Utter Destruction (As Beauty)":
I shake
And stare at the sun
Till my eyes burn
I shake
At the mothers brutal vermin
I shake
And stare at the watery moon
With the same desire
As the sober Philistine
And I shake
(Turn and turn again)
Worm, the pain and blade
Turn and turn again
The screw
Is a tightening Atrocity
I shake
For the reeking flesh
Is as romantic as hell
The need
To have seen it all
The Voyeur of Utter Destruction
As beauty
I shake
Turn and turn again
I shake
Turn and turn again
I shake [x3]
Research has pierced
All extremes of my sex
Call it a day
Call it a day
Needle point life
Blinds the will to be next
Call it a day [repeat]
Today [repeat ad. inf]
It's the lyrics, as well as the mood which the music itself overwhelmingly presents. Do you know this song?
xx
Mella
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Yes
"It's the lyrics, as well as the mood which the music itself overwhelmingly presents."
Lyrics are so important to me. Bowie has always been able to captivate or surprise me.
Have you seen his Sound and Vision tour(1990) with Louise Lecavalier from La La La Human Steps?
You can check her Infante, c'est destroyperformance and many other things.
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