And once you've had your fill of Lithium, you can list to one of my favorite covers ever. Sinead did this awhile back and I still so love sitting back and relaxing to this gem...
Now this is the way they should have released Lithium... I can totally hear this as some young kid playing his heart out in a small seattle coffee shop. It's so much more real than the produced version that shows up on Nevermind. Enjoy!
What is one of your favorite poems?
Submitted by marvel is my pen name.
From Clark Coolidge:
I DROVE THROUGH THIS OLD WORLD THIS AFTERNOON
and it was ancient, quite, lean and brass
peach gas in bean stacks, babes on bikes of wood
humans held in shelter of their livesThe earth spread wide in folds beneath the turns
of men though new their stores of use were old
as if nothing had stopped that once had turned to brown
alarms of act all casual seemed a gownI passed the rows of brick where Easter neared
with eggs of varnished ice that vanished not
in air as blue to touch as mountain's thrust is rough
on windows hard with dust that I had traced there onceThe town then filled the notch with laddereed woods
and brightness hives of stuff all hands grow bare to touch
in crowds that leaned at noon contrariwise
would knot my route make prisms of my eyesSo casts the light this land no time at all
an eddy of the force to elbow shirts
as far beneath the ledge the needle drops
that banisters protrude from stories fast and smallI smell the fall, I dodge the urge
I whistle through the rates of atoms dear
the sky so clear the land to bulge
mere mention of halt plan a careThe light is over
man a boundless stare2.
Then stood upon a bench that ruled my car
through venturesome whole days far by all unmarked
and watched the boardsides strand an ankled past
by turbines locked by keys of empty glassAs home absorbs the time that held it up
I fill to amber with the light of days
held waste till afternoon had turned them up
and held my mind in furnish of their stateWhole hills of housing edges fold
then massed will each thing fully last
and time come to boil the each turn dark
that breath will cool to beads upon a mastAnd as I pass to catch the lost anew
is praps to spy the end of things ahead
and none more bogus than the thing that's new
that fades into a background still more fastThe old ones state their case as plain as sum
I leave them there as thought of one day done
-- from Solution Passage, Poems 1978-1981 by Clark Coolidge
What word(s) do you always make a typo in?
When I'm working on code and trying to get the latest checkout I type, "svn udpate"... that UD-pate -- what in the world is that? My left hand's middle finger always beats my right hand's pinky to the keys. At least almost half the time unless I focus and slow down. I've been doing that for at least 10 years now... (before subversion, there was cvs and I did it just as much then).