Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Too difficult to listen to
Sometimes the lack of critical engagement in worlds allegedly built around critical engagement stuns me — it stuns me. I can’t tell if I’m hungry, or enraged. And what’s the difference. It’s time for Eats Tapes, the scratches and bleeps that somehow form music usually too difficult to listen to these days, I’m too exhausted for Eats Tapes and what’s the difference between exhaustion and hunger. And rage? Spending so much time to carefully coke healthy food guaranteed to make me sick, there’s a tree I love on the way to the park, white flowers except in one tiny part by the trunk where purple flowers grow, every year this happens, or twice a year because in Seattle everything blooms twice. I wish that were a metaphor.