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* 7 VÍDEOS PROMOCIONALES PARA Thomas Pynchon. Un escritor sin orificios

viernes, 20 de abril de 2012

¡Despidan a esos desgraciados! en nueve viñetas

                                                                     THE RUMPUS
 Kevin Thomas is an unemployed former file clerk who lives in Washington state. This is what he is doing with his music degree. Sometimes he overshares on Twitter. More from this author

domingo, 8 de abril de 2012

FEAR OF MUSIC (1979) y THERE IS NO YEAR (2011), de Blake Butler (1979)


Gadji beri bimba clandridi
Lauli lonni cadori gadjam
A bim beri glassala glandride
E glassala tuffm i zimbra

*[] del poema de Hugo Ball «Gadji beri bimba». Aquí, recitado:


I haven't got the faintest idea
Everything seems to be up in the air at this time


Hold the paper up to the light
(some rays pass right through)
Expose yourself out there for a minute
(some rays pass right through)


See if you can fit it on the paper


But it was never, it was never written down
Still might be a chance that it might work out (if you)


The people sleep, sleep in the daytime
If they want to, if they want to


I'm checking them out
I'm checking them out


A lot of ghosts in a lot of houses


People got no idea where in the world they are


Transmit the message, to the receiver,
hope for an answer some day

I got three passports, a couple of visas,
don't even know my real name


I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nightime,
I might not ever get home


You oughta know not to stand by the window
somebody might see you up there


Can't write a letter, can't send a postcard,
I can't write nothing at all


We dress like students, we dress like housewives,
or in a suit and a tie

I've changed my hairstyle so many times now,
I don't know what I look like!


Get you instructions, follow directions,
then you should change your address


Burned all my notebooks, what good are
notebooks? They won't help me survive.


Try to be careful, don't take no chances,
you better watch what you say.


Do you remember anyone here?
No you don't remember anything at all


There's a party in my mind...And it never stops
There's a party up there all the time...They'll
party till they drop
Other people can go home...Other people they can split
I'll be here all the time...I can never quit


Everything is very quiet
Everyone has gone to sleep
I'm wide awake on memories
There memories can't wait.

7. AIR

What is happening to my skin?
Where is that protection that I needed?
Air can hurt you too


What is happening to my skin?
Where is that protection that I needed?
Air can hurt you too


Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.
Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.


Animal think...They're pretty smart
Shit on the ground...See in the dark.


I know the animals...Are laughing at us
They don't even know...What a joke is
I won't follow...Animal's advice
I don't care...If they're laughing at us.


This is the verdict they reach:
Never listen to electric guitar
Electric guitar is copies, the copy sounds better


This is the verdict they reach:
Someone controls electric guitar.


And all I see is little dots
Some are smeared and some are spots
Feels like a murder but that's alright
Somebody said there's too much light


They pick the sound and let it drop
Nobody know what they're talking about.