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You have entered into a glorious pool of sound. You are traveling through time with a weightless companion known as music, and as Liquid Parallax as your tour guide, prepare to be exhilarated.


Andrew Bird expands your music vocabulary

I’ve noticed that the great Andrew Bird is great at pulling out words I rarely hear, often aesthetic exuberant sounding words. Sometimes I wonder if he is more focused at the pleasantry of auditory pronouncements or if these words are chosen because of the song’s communicative value. Noble Beast is an intellectual treat of dictionary...

Unawarer’s Guide to Paul Westerberg

Yes, I just invented a word, unawarer: n. a person who is unaware or not familiar. And this here is a guide, not a tour guide, but a textual guide to spread the thought-provoking butter that is Paul Westerberg and the musical bread that was The Replacements. If you have glanced over my site you’d...

Easy as Apple iPie?

What is up with so many iProducts by non-Apple companies? I understand that it’s an easy way to target their niche, but can’t they be more original? i iMagine iT iS an iNgeniously iNteresting iDea to iMplement iNames. Steve Jobs might have borrowed the idea from Richard Brautigan, who used it in one of my...

My Free Poetry eBook

I’ve written a manuscript full of bizarre and experimental poems of about 80 small pages. I’d like people to read it if they are interested in a short, but interesting book. I’d let you download a .pdf file to read in Adobe reader. I’ll send it to anybody for free, but I would appreciate if...

Lotus Blossom (flash video)

I can’t decide whether to call Lotus Blossom poetry in motion or a wild music video. The words are surreal or postmodern in style, and are set to a cool jazz song. This person(s) also has more similar stuff at the homepage.

is this place

I hereby place the following poem in the public domain. (written October 31, 2005) Nature bends its back and the dry mouth of a tall green cactus spins a tornado of heat. Time has turned around, dripping past the sleeper. Wasting away, wasting it may, run away with the wind. New sights of old return...

what have we lost in the modern age?

An artificial persion asked me this very question, and below is what my artificial reply was: We have lost the past. The past held onto practically everything including fun, excitement, Adolf Hitler, dinosaurs, the printing press, Adam and Eve, books, phonographs, cavemen, art, portable slaves, weapons of minuscule destruction, the Confederacy, morality, candle-lit hangings, iron...

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