Every Cocteau Twins album I can instantly connect with what I was doing then in my life through the music.
I'll spare you.
But Blue Bell Knoll was a period where I was happy for the Cocteau Twins suddenly reaching a new level of fame through MTV's alternative music program--and through massive college radio play.
"Carolyn's Fingers" was sort of massive. It made the year's end "Best of" lists too.
I always hear this song as a spiral rising up into the air.
Like an insect circling around a flower.
Or an elevation of consciousness as it slowly pulls back scrims.
I like what the YouTuber did with the video though.
Although, to be honest, the best thing about this video (which basically just applies one easy modification to the image from the menu) are those dark clouds at top, undershot with a little light.
This sort of thing works so much better in a Reggio film.
Suits Koyaanisqatsi perfectly.
Okay, at the end the planes shooting in and out of Seattle are very beautiful.
Current book project. With my life, it may end up well over 1,000 reasons though. If so, I'll just change the title at that point.
Maudlin Shivs for Bus Drivers.
William Keckler. Poet, Narcissist, Blawger. Sad clairvoyant. Answering machine for the dead. Beep. Formerly, the Valerie Solanas of American poetry blogs. If I owe you an apology, I'm saying it right here. J'accuse la manie. Butthole Whisperer and erstwhile poacher/harvester of ivory. Out of Africa and deepest Harrisburg. Goreyphile from a very early age. Bipolar bear much baited by circus freaks. Let's watch crackheads watch RUGRATS on vintage NICKELODEON.
WHORE PIECE:
Be a whore for a year.
This means a literal whore.
Have sex only for money.
Have sex only with people you despise.
Throw all the money you earn
into the sea late at night.
Come back the next day
and see if any money washed ashore. Complain.
I wish I could say humans move me closer to God, but usually it's the Cocteau Twins. I'm crazy as a Trappist monk talk show.How come nobody ever complains that they're overrated? I have poetry horror stories. I don't hate anyone but human coat hangers get on my nerves. Cliquey sons-'a'-bitches. Son, I am disappoint. The greatest weakness of anything is that it's not something else. Disability niggah. I cannibalized a hipster and I liked it. Pray for me.
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