//wife-woman made this so could become postcard, to send to who-I-don't-know//
EDIT*(I worded this utterly wrongly, I mean I made the damned tree image, with ink etc, and she made it post-cardable using special software on her mysterious modern phone)*
The bit upper-left corner is a plant of some sort, a real plant I mean. A flower I mean. I should attempt to identify it.
Seems rude not to.
You should see all the things I have picked up since then (time of picking up that flower) and now.
wife-woman oddly tolerant of this behaviour. Thank you.
(actually my friend became newly wed around this time so I like to thing of this as NEW TREE NEWLY-WED)
I am become romantic o_o
like a dream I may not have dreamed yet
are you for once happy?
Wouldn't know how to gauge such
enjoy while lasts
OH&my pains have mostly gone
What shall I do without them?
Want to while still fresh memorialise thoughts on "fumigate" emanating from twitter,(starting around here? https://twitter.com/LmthwL/status/710472258343428097 ) I can't recall the impetus but that's OK.
fumigate: (often wishfully) broke down = // 'Gate' meaning apocalyptic .. @LmthwL as in the holy writings.. The predictions and the awaiting by its believers? .. .?//
fumigate: for-me-gate (gate-as opening/reproductive connotations) four-gates (a basic town)
(contd) migrate (creeps in)
fume (anger/fire) gat = ghat the burning ghats of benares, I think, the burning of bodies.
further elaborations: benares, often considered the oldest still-populated city in the world(where else?)
Burroughs the exterminator (I haven't read that text tho)
the de-population thru fumigation of undesirables in our "residences"
as the earth(world) is fumigated in our attempts to create civilisation enough for these "residences"
that we fumigate
(also, Burroughs, fumigating(exterminating) my thought "the Lost Ones" (Beckett) is inspired by Kafka "Josephine/the Mouse-Folk"/ the holocaust / + finally leads to the comic "MAUS"
I think that's what I wanted to say. A little further thus. That's the name of a fushitsusha song I had for a while considered for my funeral. But now I don't want a funeral. There should be chutes to send you to a volcano or some magma, or corium.
(Oh, and this is earlier: "Brexit" = Corexit → Corium
Is the song on youtube? Let's look.I can't find it. Shame. It is "funereal" -- fume is and funnel/ chimneys / you see here in tokyo and no doubt elsewhere tall white columns spewing smoke. They are either for recycling(burning) rubbish or near funeral "parlours" and that is dead people.
to end this a while, something musical. then this fushitsusha "just before", I thought,think Japanese title is "ほのすこし前" or something but wife-woman says "no", and I have the cd but not with me. sorry/ it is a melodic rising intro to an album. The next song is ”うまくいったのに" or something like that, but that is a separate blog post I have prepared for some other time.
Hold on, "fumigate" was from some "pre-death couplet" I had dreamed of once, that I was going to use twitter for purely (as receptacle for pre-death couplets) (I thought eventually they could be shuffled. But then I just got lost in twitter-garble. Also, I am not sure I am pre-death enough. I would have to go a doctor to make sure.
I am frightened of "twitter" suddenly now a bit, so retire to this blog to wile away awhile.
"I'm too shy to say 'I'm'!" ← (from WIP--problematic "quotes" etc, but maybe can be considered part of the point. Are you part of the point or part of the problem? someone may ask. Whatever could you say in response? :_・
It keeps being supposed to rain (the silliness of "it" rains)(anyway. . .) but it never does.
I figured out a way to translate Emily Dickinson so will do one or two of them soon.
I translated someone's extract and am still waiting for the mother-in-law to write it beautifully. She is nervous to do so, or something. She lacks confidence. Everyone seems to lack confidence, probably even tony hawk the skateboarder who was the first to do a seven-hundred-&-something degree thingy is a lamentable wreck. Maybe everyone is like the late michael jackson and suffers so much they need to be regularly anesthetised.
I well recall my happenstance mispelling of "calmative" as "calamative" -- seems appropriate somehow.
What is twitter for? It will be good in the next major earthquake. Good as in: useful. It is nice to get a heart from someone I suppose. It would be better if there was some sort of storage of favourite tweets etc. An internal bookmark system to save tweets. Possibly two columns to check the past. Otherwise everything zooms and is lost. Perhaps that is the point, twitter is a receptacle system for us to place our last thoughts significant and otherwise as we zoom to our end-point.
Things to read in the meantime: Jalal Toufic Forthcoming available as a pdf but the link was lost in the twitter-zoom, I can send you a copy.
Tim Morton and other OOOs, and related, "speculative realists"
Quentin S Crisp's Japanese-set "I novel" work i.e., Sadogashima which I read, well a while ago now. I wanted to say something about it. For now, let it be known I would like Q S C to write a travel guide-type thing to Japan, and I would be reluctant to go to all the places he writes of, though fascinated to do so anyway. I don't travel well in anycase. (I wouldn't mind going to Sadogashima, I think there is an outdoor Noh theatre...
many many others.
There are other things, like things to see, listen (sometimes seeing and listening happens at the same time, I think it is called "cinema&c, tele-visuals&c"
What else is there? Temperature, a variable. Light, the same. The damned weather.
There are clothes, bodies, dishes, to wash.
Provisions: whiksey, beer &c, the special elven food the "fellowship" are given. Morning gooey food.
I am not very hungry.
I may make a list of "cute" things in a later blogpost.
And I found the source of my "sister-complex". A later blogpost. And the Robin Blaser &c. Let it arrive in its proper time.
Let it be of its proper duration, in its proper place.
For now no visuals, I shall run to twitter and post a link to this and then run away from both here and there.
There was a "tranche" of tumbling my wife-woman did, here, for the sake of visuals → http://miotropolis.tumblr.com/
・ ・ ・ ・ (enough :_・
yurumerumo suicide EP
I shalln't name each song. Why not. I demand: Why?
a prior statement/hypothesis, all idol-units, however marginal, come to cohere at stages in the song, usually the end, plus the chorus, but sometimes the chorence, I mean it comes and goes, a weaving is going on in each idol-unit song.
1st song and it's video discussed was it here: http://malale.blogspot.jp/2015/04/hasten-jpopal-authority-001.html it has become familiar to me now. I miss the utter un-knowing that persisted for quite a while. I hope you enjoyed a similar feeling for a period, or was it just me?
2nd song , the most "idol" , with coherence to start with then some electronica subverts but subsequently itself subverts with most typical (on this EP) idol melody, for a while. Then also it sort of goes out of tune only to regain coherence picking up the dual-subversions in the meantime. and is now almost my favourite, its dislocations thus allowing it subsequently to do what the hell it wants.// drum&bass, school-bell (school opening melody)(or is it lesson change signifier), then the coherence which is at same time a de-coherence cohered as though E Pound's the Cantos where finished and cleared of fascist thought. Wow, that's a second song on a little EP of a marginal (at the time) idol unit!
3rd song . . . immediate electro melodic verse, then feel the chorus strenghtens only to drift off then srenghten again, until maybe the real chorus, like a statement (are all chroruses statements?) no sometimes just there for sake of having a chorus, in music etc, I like this disruptive, "chorus"-or-not, I like when there is no chorus, or it's only at the very end.
A call and response something transmute to an end with applause installed.
4th song . . . choral lines and harpischord somewhat then electric bass pulse ctaherdal-interior-somewhat,
more of a solo piece, for the beginning at least, then . . .
builds up with muted drum machine papapapapa// like a slight patter-glitch(it is slow like cathedral is slow to build) and the other members enter, ta ta ta and chordal slow melodies, naturally we expect a build up from beginning, that begins nice and late, and the variety of voice-tone is nicely collaged (like a stained glass window shimmering with fickle autumn light!) and it has a great finality to it. The cathedral is built. Attend it.
Escalator or Elevator - Entrance Ep
--(I don't either, know the difference)
this is a duo collobaration between a member of yurumerumo and bellring, both marginal for the moment idol units.
there is a (non-flinch-worthy) rap aspect to the beginning of the first song, then it coalesce to a reasonably normal chorus, though with a perfect sort of nonchalance only likes of "the fall" could pull off. Or a nirvana without heroin and they are girls around 20 and cuteness but also a sort of stubbornness are praiseworthy traits.
the other song (there are only two) has a wonderful broken off-tune vocal of one, then replaced by the other, until they form a chorus supplemented with electric synth, and "yabe~~", which has become a catchphrase in this household . . . this is like if you were 16 and had access to depas and some drink and the world looked like is about to blind you / a sort of Elaine Radigue piece compressed to 4 minutes of girls singing and strange sounds and they sing like they care then don't then do again. Like playground frolic during this anthropocene.
These are all treasures of the last year just passed, musically speaking.
(more to come, not all J-poppal)