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Snack Car
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Yummy Yummy Concrete Poetry Finally. Tuesday, June 15, 2010. Directions To See A Ghost. Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. A rémoulade of blues funk power pop cooked down to a sludgy ooze. BRMC proves to be as essential as the primordial slime from which all music and life springs and no less organic. Listen to it at maximum volume to scare kids and old people alike. GRADE: B. Roman V. Lelefski. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Crashed Landed in my Inbox from Sp*cE. Excerpts from This Is All I Can Think Of.
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Snack Car
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Yummy Yummy Concrete Poetry Finally. Thursday, May 27, 2010. Nobody Said It Was Easy. Just listened to this one for the first time in more than a decade. I remembered thinking only the first two songs were good. Now I see I was wrong. GRADE:D. Garage chamber music from outer space? Pacha's last cowboy DJ on mescaline? It doesn't compare with the stooges but stands alone. Fish Tank, if that is his real name, owes me a pint in Boston. GRADE:B. Roman V. Lelefski. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Hist...
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Snack Car
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Yummy Yummy Concrete Poetry Finally. Wednesday, November 21, 2012. Snackcar has been reloaded and is back in business. We've got a snackcart out on twitter. It's named for a friend of mine. A good enough chap, I guess. Here is where I will react to his tweets, when I deem them worthy. Roman V. Lelefski. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Crashed Landed in my Inbox from Sp*cE. Excerpts from This Is All I Can Think Of. Open Letters from Strangers. Phases of the Moon. Shit Nobody Really Likes All That Much.
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Snack Car
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Yummy Yummy Concrete Poetry Finally. Monday, May 10, 2010. Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments. Represents a kind of joyous bacchanal held during the dark night of a lost soul where anything is possible but we’re not disappointed when only rock happens. GRADE: B. This Nation's Saving Grace. I always loved stretching out in my parent's basement and so apparently does Mark E. Though the basement where he recorded This Nation's Saving Grace. Avant-pop seems like a fair label if only because back in the day in...
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Pictures of Lilies: August 2006
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A collection of word pictures. Thursday, August 31, 2006. Above the roofline, more stars than sky. A loon calls across the lake. Cicadas constant in the woods. I pick cobwebs off my sneaker. I try to fit in small spaces. The shadows of leaves on my tent. They call those web caterpillars. They don't hurt the trees. My brother blows on the fire. Ash falls as slowly as snow. Sometimes knowing it exists is enough," my dad says, of a blue crab shell I leave on the beach. Posted by Elizabeth Thorpe at 11:02 PM.
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Pictures of Lilies: October 2006
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A collection of word pictures. Monday, October 30, 2006. The fluorescent light was flickering purple, lightning running through. Thick plastic flapped from scaffolding. The trees by the Marriott are still green and leafy, the last of summer lit by spotlights. John, the Dunkin man, looked glad to see us. Outside the Dunkin, a woman lined up packs of cigarettes on the sidewalk, along with an alarm clock and her purse. "Got a cigarette? She asked as people passed. Posted by Elizabeth Thorpe at 1:22 AM.
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Pictures of Lilies: December 2006
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A collection of word pictures. Saturday, December 16, 2006. White Christmas lights reflected on the clean polished floor. Posted by Elizabeth Thorpe at 2:54 AM. Thursday, December 14, 2006. What I Did on Your Birthday. For my brother, Jim. This morning I stood on my balcony and watched the mist burning off around the library. The smell of the lunch trucks and restaurants reminded me of what it was like to visit cities before I lived in one. It reminded me that you once visited this city. At home I made h...
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Pictures of Lilies: September 2006
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A collection of word pictures. Thursday, September 28, 2006. I read poetry at the Rodin museum, moving from bench to bench, following the shade. Posted by Elizabeth Thorpe at 12:25 AM. Saturday, September 16, 2006. Posted by Elizabeth Thorpe at 11:38 AM. Tuesday, September 12, 2006. Sarah shows me her paintings. The sun on a gold border. Suggestion of mountains. She buys paint by the quart, by the gallon. Everything’s bright: her cheeks, her eyes, the light on paint. This is art. Tales of a House Husband.
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Snack Car: fFolKk Art SsOongG
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Yummy Yummy Concrete Poetry Finally. Thursday, December 13, 2012. Roman V. Lelefski. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Crashed Landed in my Inbox from Sp*cE. Excerpts from This Is All I Can Think Of. Open Letters from Strangers. Phases of the Moon. Shit Nobody Really Likes All That Much. The History of Man as Explained in the Doors Soft Parade. The Who and Why, the nut of the thing. Roman V. Lelefski. View my complete profile. Friends, Furry and Otherwise. Once a ghost is born it.
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Pictures of Lilies: July 2006
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A collection of word pictures. Thursday, July 27, 2006. Cheap t-shirts, silver charms. Heavy ice cream cones,. A toddler crying over a scoop on pavement. The smell of hot fudge and the promise. Of lobster ice cream. A woman wearing thick gold bracelets smooths her big styled hair with her palms. Man in whale-patterned chinos hustles his wife along. College kids, black flip flops, winding bikes through the slow traffic. The girls, rail thin, muscled and tanned, hair long and silky or short and cute. Story...
