Saturday, 12/1/12

by musicclipoftheday

Some sounds once they enter your brain they never leave.

Perfume, “Baby Cruising Love” (2008)

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lagniappe

reading table

How little we know,
and when we know it!

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We close in on ourselves,
then yelp that the world is awry.

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We had macaroni for lunch every day
except Sunday, when a small quail was induced
to be served to us. Why do I tell you these things?
You are not even here.

—John Ashbery, miscellaneous fragments (“Like A Sentence,” “Tahiti Trot,” “This Room”)