We did a little harder ride today, but the payoff was pretty good. Had to turn back on account of hail. I started my bike on rocks going up a mountain. Felt good.
'Tender is the Knight
or a response to Bukowski’s A Poem For Swingers’
by Janea Kelly
he prefers women who haven’t slept with too many men,
and I prefer men who have slept with more women,
with more men than I
who cry when you press a finger against his perineum,
who beg you for permission to come, who are eager to worship
your ankles, your kneecaps, your cunt
because every girl grows up to fear the forty-something virgin,
the twenty-something porn expert who has never had his face ridden,
much less kissed goodnight and he drools against your mouth and whines
“can I come in” after one drink
if you touch his dick, he will splatter all over
your nice dress, and he’s such a nice guy
he wants you to show how tender you are
he mauls your breasts with his too soft hands
and you keep thinking
is this a man, is this a man, Jesus was a carpenter
and his hands were calloused,
his hands were worn leather soles with holes through the middle
and oh, holy, holy
is this why nuns prefer God to men
I want to join a convent, I will be a woman of habit
at night I will lie still, naked,
with my hard nipples to the sky
and let God worship my body
is that blasphemy
or is that Bukowski
or is it bukkake
or is it all the same,
men showering women with their judgement,
hands on their cocks even after the bullets stop
they’re just beatniks
I don’t mind
I was asking for it.
I licked my lips,
and let God pass
I don’t mind
because not all men are brutes,
some are knights
and when you ask them for love,
they’ll tell you
If you want to shoot down the moon
you’ll need a bigger gun.
Janea Kelly called us from Baltimore, MD.
More about Janea.
new cat bobby is starting to emulate koopa by helping me read
premiere: Weekends - Basement Fuzz
Baltimore post-punks have been slashing away at this game for years, and having a damn good time while doing so. Adam Lempel told me he shot the vid on VHS “at the Baltimore venue called The Crown where I bartend and Brendan [Sullivan] manages. We got alcoholic snowballs :) and there’s some good cameos in here (Jen Wasner of Wye Oak and Martin Schmidt of Matmos and Abdu Ali among others).”
They’ll be playing a show on June 21th at the Kahlon party put on by Abdu Ali with Co La, DJ Scottie B, Buffa7o, Sexosthetic and SENTINL.
it’s not right that I can’t find this nick cave gif I’m looking for. someone produce it for me. it’s the one where he walks up to the microphone holding a cigarette and it’s really hot. please.
“Basically, I realized I was living in that awful stage of life between twenty-six to and thirty-seven known as stupidity. It’s when you don’t know anything, not even as much as you did when you were younger, and you don’t even have a philosophy about all the things you don’t know, the way you did when you were twenty or would again when you were thirty-eight.”
― Lorrie Moore, Anagrams
Women are like mashed potatoes. They are the best.
A group of collectivized farmers in Ngũ Hiệp commune abandoned a doomed rice farming project in the 90s to focus on growing the small pungent sau riềng khổ qua xanh—so-named for its resemblance to bitter melon.
It made for a bad commercial product (with a low ratio of flesh to husk/seed) but a delicious thing to eat.
During her exhaustive, year-long global durian expedition in 2012, Lindsay Gasik dubbed it her favorite Vietnamese varietal.
Sadly, I missed the boat—literally.
When I finally I boarded a barge to Ngũ Hiệp in March of 2013 with a translator from the Southern Fruit Research Institute, capitalism had killed the khổ qua xanh.
your car is stupid and useless