After recovering from the wonky hearing incident (my sinuses were clogged), I’m now nursing myself back to digestive health after an early morning of spewing forth whatever it was that my bowels didn’t want to deal with anymore. Not something I would wish upon anyone…not even a person who believes women have no right to decide what happens to their own bodies.
So, while I get my gut flora back to optimal operational levels and digestive capacity back to solid/dense foods, I’ll leave you with visual media of a musical artist whom I find so familiar (especially in the way he speaks and grins), but I cannot figure out why. Is it because his stage name, Machine Gun Kelly, makes me think of the Japanese rock group Thee Michelle Gun Elephant?
I came across Machine Gun Kelly’s name and likeness because I was looking up videos of Fifth Harmony (yes, I went down a mashup-rabbit-hole). He and Camilla Cabello (one of the 5h members*) did a duet recently called “Bad Things,” which features a reinterpretation of Fastball’s song “Outta My Head.”
You sent to me songs
for a sunset on the wings
of black birds,
soaring on the wind,
slicing through the air
like plates of glass.
A procession of clouds,
a full display,
were vaporous skulls
and horses in gold armor.
Your jars of clay shaken
in a summer of arias
into the horizon,
which smelled of raspberries
that turned into iron
from a bottomless red.
You sent to me
these songs on
to remind me
night will come again.
— yiqi 11 sept 2016 8:30 pm
This poem was inspired by watching the sunset while listening to these songs and watching three black birds fly with such speed through the sky I wanted to be one of them. Photos taken with my HTC phone — no post-production done other than cropping and resizing (View all photos here).
— Find the Italian lyrics and English translation here.
It’s been a long time since I updated this blog with word-swaps! In the last post, I’d mentioned “bean for be” and “fillins” for “feelings.” Today, I bring you “wet” for “let” and “b” for “f” (and vice versa).
Let me breathe = Wet ming freathe.
Let me alone = Wet ming alone.
Let’s go! = Wet’s go!
Let us be free = Wet us bean bree.
Did yoo go to the fank yet?
Will yoo wet ming eat this fread?
Wet down the fook!
He always frings bood in the fed.
Can’t yoo hold onto the bucking bootfall when the other team wets yoo make an interception bor a touchdown?
I don’t remember how I came across this Gary Clark Jr. song, but across it I came. A song’s melody and arrangement affect me and take a hold of me faster than lyrics. Upon listening to thirty seconds of the song for the first time, I found a warm place into which I could crawl.
We have the most excited guy to be playing the tambourine for a 1960s “Pulp Fiction” Surf Rock Style rendition of NSYNC’s “Bye Bye Bye.” Just look at him go during the chorus! Such excitement! One can only imagine what he’d do with a cowbell.