hum sunny.

pff.

2009-06-30T05:52:09Z

so much happening, so many goddam songs i want to record but can't find the motivation (yet).. a beautiful new home & immense peace in the the interpersonal distance of solitude.

i feel like a dumb dreamer of 10 or 11.

RTO

2009-05-13T18:19:05Z

[india lima oscar victor echo delta yankee oscar uniform]

beneath the throne of god subtle sighs singe a silent sky
through which drifts a post-full hazen moon
save your breath & desire
set my house on fire

sewntosomething @ 2009-05-10T15:11:00

2009-05-10T22:16:46Z

all things go, all in time. i needed this space, i am adoring it.
i just overcame a litany of fears & am still processing the last several weeks despite being right back to work & feeling like it was all a blurred photograph of a painting of someone else's dream.
the calendar seems like a joke.

i'm in love with everything all over again, & it took falling out of love to do so.. portland is absurdly verdant & aromatic, just the eden i remember it being.
it's a valuable thing, being able to keep oneself busy & entertained.

sewntosomething @ 2008-07-08T10:24:00

2008-07-08T17:31:27Z

the last 8 days have been strangely long but not ungood, no certainly not;
i got blackout drunk on the 4th & this girl convinced me to do a show at her house later this month,
at one point adam forkner burled into my house, picked up my guitar & spontaneously started playing 'shine' by collective soul (??),
i got sunburned while sitting & letting the ocean pray for me,
windy & i played a nice little set for a nice little crowd,
& i appear to be living in a dreamworld of some sort, where it's constantly 73 and sunny.
what is this place?

twentyfour..

2008-06-12T17:36:32Z

somehow i get through life doing what feels like absolutely nothing.
& somehow i end up being able to say things like, "the girl i love, who works for mtv arabia, is using her ridiculous salary to fly me to barcelona for my birthday so she & i can tour antonio gaudí's architecture and have authentic catalan cuisine."
and thanks to portland metro's new non-stop service, that part of the trip will be bookended by a day or two in amsterdam.
god or whatever is way too nice to me sometimes, like suspiciously so.
but that's not a complaint, ahaha.

championesque?

2008-04-10T01:07:42Z

suddenly everything is ridiculous and good, thanks jesus or whatever:
one, i got a job at a really excellent little restaurant in my neighborhood
two, i finished my album, which will look like this & be out in october on kranky
three, i am in love
four, honey's store is gonna host a photography exhibit by yours truly next month
five, the drummer of slowdive asked me to do a remix thing for his new band that is turning out really well
six, some people are going to fly me to mexico & pay me to score some kinda live dance piece later this year, i'm thinking harmonium & harmonica (maximum harm)
also, nathan barley is the best show in the history of television

son of a bitch.

2007-12-29T19:44:10Z

this new movie 'meet the spartans', even judging by the ads, offends every sensibility that i possess, artistic or otherwise; what a massive waste of time & energy for all involved. i weep for this world, which descends into its own mire (thick enough to float a fucking nail, no doubt) with blinders on..this evisceration of culture is only a tiny symptom, & funny that it takes a shit movie to get me so upset about things that are in fact so much more significant. well done, hollywood.

on the other hand, my cloistered life is pretty damned perfect at the moment. home was a reminder of all the love by which i'm surrounded, even at a distance, & i remain set on reciprocating every last scrap of it that i can.
xx

sewntosomething @ 2007-12-10T11:48:00

2007-12-10T19:53:54Z

"what's this all about now?"
"what's all this about then?"
all questions in..
some answers out of..
how many?
dollarbin records & counting on the fingers upward from 1976.
as i lean over, my hood collapses a little & bristles on my neck, warmly.
it distracted me from saying,
"i can't take my eyes off your eyes,"
but i thought you'd wanna know all the same.

puke-musing.

2007-11-16T20:13:54Z

the kindly king she came (in name) spewing wordsworth, all prosaic in poem & shout-spouting 'we murder to dissect!'
oh haven't you heard!
they only just killed a four hundred year old clam in the north pacific, the oldest known living thing.
the news said it'd have been alive to see debuts of shakespeare plays & the like.
or, i suppose, on any given morning, a sunrise..
i think those are probably at least a few centuries old, no?
what a life for this clam to lead!
picture him at all the significant events in recent world history..
what if this creature was the guiding hand!!
and it's dead..
will the politics of the globe, all puffed up to maximum tension & artifice, finally deflate?
will a stubborn white president understand what it means that the money for the war we're in,
could have been slightly better spent on five thousand state-of-the-art high schools?
or 2 years of free gas for every american? (just what we need!!)
or food & clothes for nearly all the world's poor?
no, likely no, it was just a clam, but triumphant in its own stubborn way,
til someone on a ship, a fleck compared even to the beast itself, decided, 'i want to see what it looks like inside'.
& oh, curiosity killed the clam.
the four hundred year old clam.
who happens to know, unlike you or i ever shall, what it's like to see four hundred years.
but is still a fleck himself.

williams & fremont.

2007-10-09T19:10:08Z

last night riding to nat's, i watched the cyclist directly in front of me blow a red light on north williams & get annihilated by a car going ~35 miles an hour. i rode over to help, he stood up utterly dazed, saying he'd zoned out..the driver spoke no english but appeared to be complaining about his shattered windshield while i, in my limited knowledge of treating shock, made the biker sit down & kept him engaged til the ambulance got there almost a half hour later. shortly he began complaining about leg pain, & i said if that's the worst of it you're lucky, as he hadn't even worn a helmet. i can't find any news stories about it this morning, but i'm gonna assume for my own sanity that he'll be ok. i suppose this makes me a bit more of a portlander, seeing the ass end of bike culture like that..otherwise LIFE'S GREAT! yep that part's true as well; all these things happen, always. oh & the new album's just about done too.

pasifick switsch.

2007-08-03T05:23:50Z

many-fabled, listless & portentous shifts move the days like a leg forward, the months are each a mile or two passing, or passed. or passé. a few days from different air, my lungs won't know what hit 'em, my ceaselessly beautiful bike (built from nothing with two greasy hands) won't find enough streets to slake its need & my (FUCKING BALLER) bank acct, full of surprises, keeps me afloat. living off of music, who'd'a thought. if i had a girl, she'd get the celebratory gift to end all. maybe i owe myself one this time aroun'.

i got all the recessive genes.

2007-06-16T02:29:35Z

cheekpallor & face-stroke with the grace of a whipcrack.
all's in opposites, projections on each other.
matterless of jaw slack or nose crook or wrinkle sluice, i stay what i care to believe, or at least assert in hand shadows, scabs & permanent toothyellow.
these things happen; even the muscular take a bullet in the sinew from time to time.

a) i still think of you & am often reborn.
b) i often think of you stillborn.

i bought a big, fancy boat.

2007-06-06T15:10:15Z

it's headwinds & tidal decorum, lapped waves & whitecaps for me.
from the water, eyes us from the water, the wise & sopping father.
my boat are glorious, it's peeling whiteish vessel-ness just enough to float; rudders, no paddlewheel but a muddy stick for measuring depth & pushing off from dock.
a pool collects on deck from founted seaspray & rugged adventure squalls..
in it rise littler boats, each with a proportionally doll-like me at the helm. i give them spitwad jellyfish to contend with, & dropped tennis ball wakes to batter hulls, looking myself like little more than clouds, a face in the clouds, a clown in cosmic form.
i forget to tell them about the real ocean but i've a feeling they wouldn't believe me anyways.

vessstige.

2007-05-30T19:03:28Z

..fell asleep to a rustling at the window, which in my ear(s) turned to ocean swell, & shrunk to a puddle..my first misstep & mind-trick jolt pinpricks a bundled calm. deeper in, the puddle awaits a blink & big-bangs itself into an ocean again.
"oh."
i drown.
charon winks at me, blows a kiss & lifts his skirt to the knee. boatmen. splashed with water from the styx.
i sneeze ash. my own? no, i'll bloat & dissolve before they can burn me.
water-weight.
on the far bank we're in a long line in meticulous order by moment of death.
i'm done for, & wonder what i was begun for.

sewntosomething @ 2007-05-29T09:09:00

2007-05-29T13:09:18Z

symbols go weak in the knees & in the shade. the air here carries humid complaint with it, not knowing that resentment is like drinking poison & waiting for the other person to die.. stay sweet, blue blood.

"someone oughta write a autobiography of that guy!"

alaskan lashes.

2007-04-15T03:19:11Z

no need to decide anymore. warmth in its approach, endless photography & new dearhearts from afar, looming projects & selfish accomplishments..time is a funnier thing when one sets his own routine, unabated by work or education. i did most of a nyt crossword puzzle book in one afternoon last week, the sun on my neck & huron river at my toes..& no deadlines, just 46 across & 22 down. all i care to hear are dead voices it seems, all june christies & edith piafs, cos they wouldn't like what i'm making. half a new record & other projects in tow..the largest & most exciting being my quiet migration west. love appears in many ways; makes sense, then, that i pour it all out, cos really that's all there is & oughta be in our few mysterious days here. oh & i'm a bit drunnk..first time, in some time.

cassiqua.

2007-03-16T19:33:38Z

florida's a fucking toilet for the most part, but traveling is much easier with a friend who doesn't mind ghostriding the whip & spaz-dancing to the weather channel local forecast.

spring is in my veins, thawing out my words.
oh & i'm performing a score to my favorite maya deren film in new york on april 23 as part of an event curated by bill morrison; guess who's opening the show..

look at me, i'm michael ackerman.

2006-12-24T15:03:52Z

on friday nights jim looks like this

hopping the train to WTFsville.

2006-11-08T23:34:05Z

ahaha..best week ever, for real.

a good reason for a silly smile.

2006-11-07T21:27:53Z

from the end of an email written by my 'biggest german fan' - this may be the most adorable thing i've ever read:

"ps - my 3 years old daughter starts painting a picture for you and let me ask if you have the SUN in the states, if not she wont paint one because you wouldnt know what it is and youll be sad you havent one ..."

sewntosomething @ 2006-09-16T17:16:00

2006-09-16T21:18:10Z

never have i been so absorbed in an art exhibit as i was in this guy's.
a full understanding of how absurdly amazing these sculptures are, though, requires the sharing of physical space with them.

too much free time.

2006-09-07T02:59:47Z

i made 25 of these.

["i really loved you a lot last night. i couldve hugged you to death last night."]

2006-08-29T21:02:44Z

late august & already the first pulses of autumn course through the ground.
always attentive to these things, this'll be my last in the flatlands.
& oh i can't wait to ease into new patterns of pull, peel & place.
all things in time.
all things in time.

[ps this kind of made my day. thanks to brian for pointing it out.]

sewntosomething @ 2006-08-04T00:54:00

2006-08-04T04:55:23Z

today is a good day because 22 is a nice & balanced number.
& because my favorite favorite remembered just as the numbers changed.

[even fine-tuned clocks can be a couple minutes off]