song: ordinary heart
artist: emily king
album: ordinary heart

Baby I don’t want to lead you on 
Feed you empty promises and never follow through 
There’s a lot of things that I do wrong 
If you’re looking for the perfect one this aint for you

'Cause what I've got is just an ordinary heart 
But I’ll give it more than anybody 
You can always trust this ordinary heart

Maybe I don’t want to let you down 
Tell you that I’ll always be around and miss my cue 
I can be a lover and a fool 
Every now and then I lose my cool that’s what I do

'Cause what I've got is just an ordinary heart 
But I’ll give it more than anybody 
You can always trust this ordinary heart

I know you’re scared that I might change 
Or even worse I’ll stay the same

'Cause what I've got is just an ordinary heart 
But I’ll give it more than anybody 
You can always trust this ordinary heart

Title: Hold My Hand Artist: Van Hunt 33 plays

song: hold my hand
artist: van hunt
album: vant hunt

…something you don’t have to understand/ for you to do.

1 month ago on 03/13/14 at 09:58pm

How People Disappear by Reginald Shepherd

If this world were mine, the stereo
starts, but can’t begin
to finish the phrase. I might survive
it, someone could add, but that
someone’s not here. She’s crowned
with laurel leaves, the place
where laurel leaves would be
if there were leaves, she’s not
medieval Florence, not
Blanche of Castile. Late March
keeps marching in old weather,
another slick of snow to trip
and fall into, another bank
of inconvenient fact. The sky
is made of paper and white reigns,
shredded paper pools into her afterlife,
insurance claims and hospital reports,
bills stamped “Deceased,” sign here
and here, a blank space where she
would have been. My sister
said We’ll have to find another
Mommy
.

And this is how
loss looks, my life in black plastic
garbage bags, a blue polyester suit
a size too small. Mud music
as they packed her in
damp ground, it’s always raining
somewhere, in New Jersey,
while everyone was thinking about
fried chicken and potato salad,
caramel cake and lemonade.
Isn’t that a pretty dress
they put her in? She looks so
life-like
. (Tammi Terrell
collapsed in Marvin Gaye’s arms
onstage. For two hundred points,
what was the song?) Trampled
beneath the procession, her music.

Pieces of sleep like pieces of shale
crumble through my four a.m.
(a flutter of gray that could be
rain), unable to read this thing
that calls itself the present.
She’s lost among the spaces
inside letters, moth light, moth wind,
a crumpled poem in place of love.

Reginald Shepherd
Fata Morgana: Poems

undone

a drifting man struggles to pull objects from the roiling sea below him and scrambles to keep the objects from slipping through his fingers. a stop-motion animation using textured and tactile materials, as well as personal imagery, that represents the progression of alzheimer’s disease.

inspired by my grandfather.

1 month ago on 03/12/14 at 08:52pm
Title: B-low Artist: The Clifford Gilberto Rhythm Combination 9 plays

song: b-low
artist: the clifford gilberto rhythm combination
album: deliver the weird!

1 month ago on 03/12/14 at 08:15pm

NYT: What books are you embarrassed not to have read yet?


TEJU COLE: I have not read most of the big 19th — century novels that people consider “essential,” nor most of the 20th-century ones for that matter. But this does not embarrass me. There are many films to see, many friends to visit, many walks to take, many playlists to assemble and many favorite books to reread. Life’s too short for anxious score-keeping. Also, my grandmother is illiterate, and she’s one of the best people I know. Reading is a deep personal consolation for me, but other things console, too.