Ok,
so,
Let's begin with a brand new poem.
M16 Eagle Nebula
My lover my
Killer-
dragging dryads to the sea-
down the stumble
of Sisyphusian shore.
Neanderthal knives
jut
from the gut
of the black belly
of the Earth.
My Lover my
Loser-
lost
among hearts and silverwatches-
carkeys and kidnappings-
automobiles and phonenumbers-
virtue and honor-
face and friends-
minds, maps, jobs, wars,
lotteries, liscenses,
limbs and virginity.
My lover my
Liar-
lying in a bed of
your own making.
Breaking your own heart:
an egg filled
with sugar
and blinking
glass.
My lover my
Stranger-
stranger still than the known,
unkown
quantities of darkness-
bending the Universe with
the wanton
weight
of wayward
Suns.
My Lover my
Monster-
borne on fury from
fists of fourteen-
year-old-boys
groaning
midsummer
Armageddon.
Wow that was sweet and by sweet I mean
Cherry...
Now an announcement-
18 of my songs are available for stream and download
here.
Check 'em out and send me an email to tell me how
awesome they are.
Check 'em out and send me an email to tell me how
crappy and stupid they are.
So I've been watching "Last Tango in Paris" for about 10 hours straight now. Wow, I forgot how awesome this flick is- and by awesome I mean bitchin'. This is my favorite Brando film by far and also my favorite Bertoluccci film.
So I am off to
Kung Fu later and last night I was confronted by a glass of drink on the edge of a table precariously balanced in the exact moment before it spilled into my lap. I shifted my entire body out of harms way without leaving my chair and then nailed the edge of the glass in mid-fall with some kind of improvised
Crane Style double hand strike (much like the one Joni used to make my cornea bleed) (all of this in about 1 second)and the glass and it's contents flew into a railing and
exploded sweet liquid far from the path of my black cashmere sweater.
By "black cashmere sweater" I mean the same one I have sworn to wear 'til Spring. I am wearing it right now. Tomorrow I will be the guy in the black cashmere sweater.
I will see Guinevere this weekend. Guinevere is named after a queen and she has written 2 novels. I hope she will sing and play cello on my next CD (currently entitled "Night-Light").
Guinevere will kill you. And by that, I mean Guinevere will give you puppies and rainbows.
Jerry Hager is alive and well and just finished up with Paul Zografi's new CD. It is very different from his previous albums, but I think it is his best. I never found his music to be challenging before; groovy and cool, but never difficult to listen to. This album is. The songs defy definition, sometimes even comprehension and I am left with the kind of feeling I have regarding the films of John Cassavetes:
"I hate that guy! I'm gonna buy the boxed set!"
Well done, fellas.
Jerry has engineered all the important recordings I have done and will also engineer and co-produce my new CD (currently entitled "M16 Eagle Nebula")having survived a barrage of Job-like curses and hexes and snares...oh my....
Ok,
so,
I saw "The Brown Bunny" and it was great. Another fantastic film from Vincent Gallo. He has really made a haunting movie and I recommend it highly. This is a good example of what I mean when I say that "All Art is Martial Art".
All successful Art (visual, music, literary, what have you..) meets three imperatives that are also the three goals (according to myself) of the successful Martial Moment.
They are:
1st - Confrontation
2nd - Impact
3rd - Movement
Vincent Gallo has created a powerful film that
confronts us with the panic of loss and the desolation of suicide (in the broader sense). The grainy, blurry images and murky sounds dominate the space and the viewer must adjust his own emotions, memories and ideas to accomodate the context
on Gallo's terms.
We feel the
impact of the tale whispering on the winds of this wasteland. The repetitive scenes serve to mesmerize by superimposing an artificial sense of deja vu between the story and the experience of the audience. The distorted imagery floats into the distant edge of the camera's focus and blows to pieces, literally paining the eyes of the viewer fighting for clarity. The music is long and slow and dark and we are awash in the sticky residue of stillborn dreams and breached emotions.
These attacks on our sensibilities
move us to personal solitude, horror and, finally, sympathy, empathy and the promise of, if not redemption, then, at least, companionship within the wreckage of the architecture of the human heart and beside the long black promise of the open road.
I hope to achieve something similar on my new CD (currently entitled "Just Like Vietnam").
Also see "
The Motorcycle Diaries" and "
Criminal".
"Criminal" co-stars Maggie Gyllenhaal who is the so....
Grrrrrrrrrr..........
By the way, Kerry will be the new president.
By the way, nothing will change.
Welcome to the brand new
Revolution.
Welcome to tomorrow on the run.
Only the humble will give away everything for Nothing.
Be humble in your sleepy hands on this world.
Be a
Killer in
Heaven.
All power to the people.
Love,
Joe Nolan