when the sky cracks open
and the trumpet sounds
and the rotation of this planet and its moon slows to a hault
the corrupted, they say, will become incorruptible
and the mortal, they say, will take on immortality
but i reckon somewhere between earth’s stopping
and God’s rapture
there will be someone, who
with such thick naivete
on a train - will find themselves
rolling down a set of open tracks
and the rising up of this sound will ooze from the engine of the train
and they will drink it up
it’s unscented sticky sweet
and they’ll swallow it down
and let it coat their insides
because little do they know
this will be the last true blessing felt
beneath the hairs of their skin;
behind the cartilage of their senses…
Quillium C. Wordsmith
Song: Different Trains - After The War
Composer: Steve Reich
Artist: The Duke Quartet
(never heard this rendition before - i get to hear things I haven’t heard before)
Listening: Four Sections, Part I by Steve Reich. This is like the best thing to listen to while staring at the clouds.
Reading: today is the Baltimore Film Festival.
Doing: watching the clouds on my baclony. now this — this is incredible. so far i’ve seen a police badge with a goatee, a squid with no tentacles, and an actual blimp. not a cloud but a blimp. third weekend i’ve seen it.
Eating: a bag of Lay’s potato chips. my hands are now greasier than when I’m having sugar.
Drinking: a tall glass of water to balance out the amount of sodium that was in those fucking potato chips.
Wearing: my black. some blues. the whites where it’s tender, the boots are good for walking.
Feeling: like i know what i have to do - but i don’t feel like doing it.
Weather: partly cloudy, big puffy clouds, 73° and breeeezy. leaves are starting to up the chlorophyll
Wanting: my home to be changed for the season.
Needing: for someone like myself to be as inconsistent as I am, I think i’m finally in need of a touch of consistency.
Thinking: don’t bluff me. I didn’t bluff you.
Enjoying: these clouds and my imagination.
I’m sitting in a Barnes & Noble. One with a lot of natural lighting and I chose a seat that is being flooded by sunlight. It’s really plush. Might even be sunken in leathery type of plush. And I’m waiting for him. I’m listening to the kids in the children section; they can be heard chasing each other around, I can hear the cappuccino machine whirring and hissing behind the counter.
Then he walks up to me….
Don’t ruin your quiet by tweeting about it, Quill….
Listening: Piano Phase by Steve Reich. It goes with the rain in an Exorcist type of way. Hopefully these 5:00 on a Sunday evening demons will be cast out of me. Cast out of my house. The consistent visiting is admirable but in no way desired.
Reading: Automated emails sent from the federal government regarding my applications for employment. If nothing else, I just need them accepted and processed. Things have become so bad that I think I’ve become grateful for just a potential employer taking the time to acknowledge my resume.
Doing: Inhaling these candles I got while in Little Five Points, Atlanta. They’re making me want more.
Eating: Peanut Butter Crunch. I’m not hungry at all. That light bowl was going to be my pauper’s dinner. Tomorrow I’ll wish I had more.
Drinking: Looks like it’s going to be all water tonight because I need a chaser like H2O to accompany the Zzzquil I’ve downed earlier. No insomnia tonight.
Wearing: a green wifebeater. that’s all.
Feeling: Oh - so did I tell you what I was listening to?
Weather: Isolated thunderstorms, overcast, rain. so did I tell you what I was listening to?
Wanting: A new place of employment. My peace of mind is kinda like a car 127 miles past it’s scheduled oil change. I can keep driving. But eventually something internally is going to give out.
Needing: To refocus and remove the distraction that was pointed out to me on Friday. Now that I’ve identified the distraction I must make a conscious effort to remove it. The people will understand. They always understand. It’s been a really nice 90 days.
Thinking: Who is he? Where is he? How is he?
Enjoying: So did I tell you what I was listening to?
Listening: these cars outside. it’s not raining yet but I swear the cars outside are giving me the perfect prelude for what’s to come.
Reading: this life membership listing for work. Yes I’m working from home when I really should be laying with my back on the floor and my barefeet aimed towards the chandelier of the great room, giggling uncontrollably at how amazing and incredible i am and how feeble and idiotic they are. either way - they’d still be in my fucking house after 5p.
Doing: i’m watching the hunger games. i love the first half of the hunger games - like - right before they begin fighting. there’s something about District 12 coming out in flames and then Steve Reich playing in the background as each tribute runs for their ammunition. give. me. life.
Speaking of Steve Reich (and please say nothing about my “caps, caps here - no caps there” inconsistent capitalization methods) I was watching the best of Chris Farley SNL this weekend on Netflix and realized that during his commercial sketch for Hibernol, Music for 18 Musicians is playing in the background. It was probably the most amazing part of my watching. Now every time I hear Section II I’m going to see him fighting off a cold.
Eating: Chicken. florentine. spinach. thing. out of a frozen bag. haven’t eaten all day. lucky i didn’t get another meat lovers pizza.
Drinking: Ginless Sierra Mist.
Wearing: just a t-shirt. oh and dress socks. how even is….
Feeling: hopeless. depression trying to settle but too busy with work to give it room.
Weather: Cloudy 68°F with pending rain.
Wanting: the opposite of what I’m currently feeling.
Needing: tongue. right. there.
Thinking: I really need to figure out what’s about to happen with this here life of mine. I’m no longer in my 20s. I can’t just live day-in; day-out - hoping for everything to fall into place. I need to have a map and a goal. My current map seems to be as effective as a local bus schedule.
Enjoying: everything I’m listening to currently. that is it. ONLY what i’m listening to.
So he went back to New York, formed Steve Reich and Musicians – who, in an early echo of events at the Bloc Festival, performed everywhere from art galleries to discos – humped furniture with Philip Glass and developed his phasing technique. He went to Ghana to study African drumming.
"You could get a cheap ticket if you went to some place in east London and got some ticket that said you were a Nigerian flight engineer," he frowns. "Do I look like a Nigerian flight engineer?" He came back with a case of malaria, and a renewed conviction that he was following the right path.
thaddeusr asked: not a question. just thanking you for your recent post about unfuck my habitat. beyond that I enjoy everything you share. ;)
Awww! You know the feelings are mutual. From iG to tumblr - there’s nothing like the sharing of great photography. I also encourage you to definitely check out:
Pretty sure my house will be just as minimal as the music I clean to after dealing with these blogs.
This whole thing is about Civility:
Come Out is a 1966 piece by American composer Steve Reich. He was asked to write this piece to be performed at a benefit for the retrial of the Harlem Six, six black youths arrested for committing a murder during the Harlem Riot of 1964 for which only one of the six was responsible. Truman Nelson, a civil rights activist and the person who had asked Reich to compose the piece, gave him a collection of tapes with recorded voices to use as source material. Nelson, who chose Reich on the basis of his earlier work It’s Gonna Rain, agreed to give him creative freedom for the project.