An Angry Fix

FOUND

2012-02-07T20:11:00.000-08:00

Look what I FOUND:

<p>&amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://kateofkate.bandcamp.com/album/found"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;FOUND by ka-coon&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;gt;</p>

INCONSOLABLE

2012-02-01T22:53:00.000-08:00

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2012-01-07T17:26:00.000-08:00

Publication!

Here and here.

And forthcoming elsewhere.

The Woman With No Face

2011-10-29T14:22:00.000-07:00

The Woman With No Face by extra

Fun, fun, fun.

Tell me your ghost stories, now, now, NOW.
Quick.

True Local Color

2011-10-10T22:07:00.000-07:00

Which way is my face?

Chicago blues and Neil Young all day all day all day.
After the Goldrush and Harvest, goddamn.

I miss this:

The cats in my life have been few, but kind.

Now, furious serial killer writings.
Speaking of which, A Good Man is Hard to Find is possibly the most perfect work of fiction in existence (technically speaking, the way you'd say a building is the strongest building even if it's kind of ugly, oh look at me trying to cushion my ambitious statement-y statement). Anyway, read it.
Also, Raymond Carver, "The Cathedral," good stuff.
Also, I don't know.
Everything That Rises Must Converge (Another Flannery O'Connor story, but possible slogan for graffiti endeavors)

College is

2011-10-03T21:46:00.000-07:00

good for improving your Sleeping-In-Public skills.

Poppies, poppies, poppies by extra

Ah hahah.
hahaaaaahaha.
HaHAHAHHHHAHHHAA

Speaking of Serial Killers

2011-09-28T20:34:00.000-07:00

One day I'm going to jump out the window to impress you
and wipe that grin off your face.
I will fake my death and haunt the back of your truck
until you notice me - staring.
I am drawing a map of the scar on your elbow.
I am knitting you a red hat so you'll stick out in a crowd.
I am marrying my eyes to the square of skin
described beneath your cheekbone.
Your village grin. Your yellow eye.
I dance like a heathen in your indifference.
I will tape the purple crescents of your bitten fingernails
onto the spines of library books, and wrap myself
in the drum skin of your voice until
I am drowning in your cleverness.
I will hold a knife to your warm neck and say
it's you or me buddy
Because I have several thousand heart attacks every time I see you
and there are only so many windows to jump out of.

Creepiness, I am a creepy creep creeping around creepily.

SCANDINAVIA

2011-09-26T22:16:00.000-07:00

You make me think every
silence should be Scandinavian.
I see Finland in the crook
of your consistent mouth. I hear
Denmark in your cutthroat cough. And
what would I give
to stand like a soldier
in the proud scar shaped
like Norway on your elbow?

Things

2011-09-06T01:21:00.000-07:00

Weird scarf-thing crocheted on plane! Awkward length. (Fattish man in real-estate business remarked on my progress and told me I ought to go to graduate school)
Also new chair.

Polaris by extra

Song, song?

The Lodger
Hitchcock!

Jiri Trnka!

http://shakeygraves.bandcamp.com/

Banjo lust on the first track...

飛行機
Kanji for airplane.
なぜ
Japanese for "why(?)"

Nilas/Sea ice

2011-07-04T00:38:00.000-07:00

New and improved, with kazoo sounds!

And a new and improved banjo, which is going traveling with me!
It is still being improved.
Some of the strings buzz and the bridge is going to break in a month, or a few weeks, and I'm working on it, working on it.

Nilas/Sea Ice by extra

A(aaaaaaaaaaaaaa)da

2011-06-20T19:29:00.000-07:00

Ada by extra

NewHavenParanoia

2011-06-14T17:05:00.000-07:00

Newhavenparanoia by extra

Amateur Construction Project 1

2011-06-13T23:27:00.000-07:00


I used pitiful tools such as scissors, an exacto knife, fine grain sand paper, the dull kitchen knife that came with the apartment.

Pre-strings.

Post-strings!

Cork-bridge!

Miserably planned tuning knobs!

Miserably-planned tail-piece-ish-thing from the inside.

Banjo, yeah! It sounds horrible right now, but hopefully the strings will settle themselves out in a day or two and hopefully the neck will not snap in two...

It feels good to make things.

the wild woods / the poor man's overcoat

2011-05-01T16:41:00.000-07:00

Send me a recording of yourself reading from Scene II (pg. 95) to "In the distance there is daylight and near to there is none."
Without saying the stage directions, if you can tell what they are.
Okay, cool.

See, for this:
knowsalot/wildwoods/thepoorman'sovercoat by extra
Too soupy? Perhaps.

save water, and electricity

2011-04-02T12:59:00.000-07:00

Spiderwebbed trees!

Lovely, except that it killed the trees and now there is very little shade in Pakistan.

I bought a Good Backpack, could fit the entire world in it, want to go traveling.

Snow

2011-02-28T00:36:00.000-08:00

It's melting now, in rain.

When I am tired

2011-02-04T02:52:00.000-08:00

and writing essays, I start to alliterate my sentences, (and make up words like 'alliterate,' hey) for example:
sincere love signals a sort of social suicide

Which means that I am long dead and diseased with love for YOU.

Japan-longing.

(publication?)

2011-01-25T09:03:00.000-08:00

at the red ceilings.