Thursday, August 24, 2006

Butterflies ( for Neeli Cherkovski)

Transatlantic butterfly
Translucent cocoon, on metal railing

Protected species, your frail design
More precious than ancient Chinese inks

Butterflies in the story of creation
Grace landing on the head of the serpent

Kept in captivity under glass
Adoring eyes do not remove the pins

- Chris Mansel

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Bob Dylan

Dylan says modern recordings "atrocious"Tue Aug 22, 2006 1:30 PM ET


LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - Bob Dylan says the quality of modern recordings is "atrocious," and even the songs on his new album sounded much better in the studio than on disc.

"I don't know anybody who's made a record that sounds decent in the past 20 years, really," the 65-year-old rocker said in an interview with Rolling Stone magazine.

Dylan, who released eight studio albums in the past two decades, returns with his first recording in five years, "Modern Times," next Tuesday.

Noting the music industry's complaints that illegal downloading means people are getting their music for free, he said, "Well, why not? It ain't worth nothing anyway."

"You listen to these modern records, they're atrocious, they have sound all over them," he added. "There's no definition of nothing, no vocal, no nothing, just like ... static."

Dylan said he does his best to fight technology, but it's a losing battle.

"Even these songs probably sounded ten times better in the studio when we recorded 'em. CDs are small. There's no stature to it."

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Down By The Riverside

Wash me down with alcohol
Leave a little in the bottle
I’ll be sending for it in the spring
Pull me back from the throttle
I’ll be going down the riverbed in flames

A house of detention with sunlit floors
Pushing a mop over the seat where I sit
Send the bottle this winter won’ t you dear
They won’t let you open your veins here
Cause I’ll crawl inside when I done with it

All nightmares have come true
I’m alone in a room with you
Take a picture and throw it in the fire
I’ve endured your final lasting ire
I’ll be going down the riverbed in flames

Chorus:

I have constrained and walled myself in
I’m the opening to hell that invites in
Those who go down by the riverside
Down by the riverside



- Chris Mansel

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Apocalypose Now

Saigon... shit; I'm still only in Saigon... Every time I think I'm gonna wake up back in the jungle. When I was home after my first tour, it was worse. I'd wake up and there'd be nothing. I hardly said a word to my wife, until I said "yes" to a divorce. When I was here, I wanted to be there; when I was there, all I could think of was getting back into the jungle. I'm here a week now... waiting for a mission... getting softer; every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker, and every minute Charlie squats in the bush, he gets stronger. Each time I looked around, the walls moved in a little tighter.


- Francis Ford Coppola