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Knox Bronson – The Longing of Circe
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in iPhonismRobert Wyatt—Sea Song You look different every timeYou come from the foam-crested brineIt’s your skin, shining softly in the moonlightPartly fish, partly porpoisePartly baby sperm whaleAm I yours?Are you mine to play with? Joking apartWhen you’re drunk you’re terrific When you’re drunkI like you mostly late at nightYou’re quite alrightBut I can’t understand the different…
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Knox Bronson – Stripes
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in iPhonismThe Rolling Stones—Has Anyone Seen My Baby? Possibly my favorite music video. Something I just noticed for the first time: at about the 2:56 mark it looks like Beat writer William Burroughs makes a two-second cameo appearance. Anybody care to confirm? This image came from my first shoot with Marisol at the old Pixilation Studio,…
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Wendell Peek – Come Together
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in iPhonismNox Vahn & Marsh – Come Together (Official Music Video) Of course I went looking for “Come Together” to post with Wendell’s picture. Listened to a couple cover versions, then saw this “Come Together” by Nox Vahn & Marsh. So I had to see what Nox did. How could I not? I like it!
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If You Are Freaked Out, It’s Gonna Be Okay … Remote Viewing The Future 2050-2060
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in EsotericaHang in there, we have to take care of each other. Plant a garden. I really like Stephen A. Schwartz. He has a great website, also.
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Clint Cline – Next 3 • 10
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in iPhonismRoxy Music—Sea Breezes I’ve been thinking now for a long time How to go my own separate way It’s a shame to think about yesterday, It’s a shame Now that we are lonely Life seems to get hard Alone what a word – lonely Alone it makes me cry Thought-train set in motion Wheels in…
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![[sunday] Barbara Dubois – Branches and Leaves (2013)](https://pixelsatanexhibition.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/IMG_7776.jpeg)
[sunday] Barbara Dubois – Branches and Leaves (2013)
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in iPhonismThe only poem I can write by Helene Achanzar is the one in which she devours an egg sandwich on the overcast train ride to Montauk. Both of us desperate to quit the city, even just for one day, so foolishly we underdressed for the sea. How far a few bucks take us: to the…
