The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Tue 3/10/2009)

[RetroLounge]

Heat

Here in the electric dusk your naked lover
tips the glass high and the ice cubes fall against her teeth.
It's beautiful Susan, her hair sticky with gin,
Our Lady of Wet Glass-Rings on the Album Cover,
streaming with hatred in the heat
as the record falls and the snake-band chords begin
to break like terrible news from the Rolling Stones,
and such a last light—full of spheres and zones.
August,
             you're just an erotic hallucination,
just so much feverishly produced kazoo music,
are you serious?—this large oven impersonating night,
this exhaustion mutilated to resemble passion,
the bogus moon of tenderness and magic
you hold out to each prisoner like a cup of light?

Denis Johnson

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:hi:

RL

[Chorophyll]

1. Heh.

Right now (raw, skanky March) it's hard to remember ever feeling like that. :hi:

[RetroLounge]

6. ...

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RL

[Tuesday Afternoon]

2. Took me straight back

in time.

"Our Lady of Wet Glass-Rings on the Album Cover,"

I knew her. However, with the crowd I ran with, you would only do that once. Album Covers were worshiped at the altar of the stereo and not to be treated lightly. Blasphemy!

[RetroLounge]

5. Oh yeah,

and besides, the double albums were used for seed removal projects...

:hi:

RL

[Chorophyll]

:hippie:

[RetroLounge]

10. Yeah, I knew you'd relate...

:rofl:

RL

[Chorophyll]

11. Duuuuuude.

You know when (like) there's a dude and he...

hee hee hee hee...wait a minute (gasp)...and you...hee hee hee hee...

...what?

;)

[blueraven95]

3. ...

:hi:

[RetroLounge]

7. ...

:hi:

RL

[CaliforniaPeggy]

4. My dear Retro!

Great imagery!

Thank you...

:hi:

[RetroLounge]

8. ...

:hi:

RL