Category: iPhonism

Dock Rats by Marianne Moore There are human beings who seem to regard the place as craftily as we do—who seem to feel that it is a good place to come home to. On what a river; wide—twinkling like a chopped sea under some of the finest shipping in the world: the square-rigged four-master, the…

Anna Mieke – Keep It Whole I stand naked low light waiting Dig deep to clothe my skin in A borrowed box of clothes to cover my bones Time can’t keep me in one place I slip straight through its grip Breaking through, strict curfew too soon [Chorus] Keep it whole, keep it sacred Keep…

phoebe bridgers moon song You asked to walk me home But I had to carry you And you pushed me in Now my feet can’t touch the bottom of you You couldn’t have, you couldn’t have Stuck your tongue down the throat of somebody Who loves you more I will wait for the next time…

Keepers of the Myth by W.L. Winter We tapped into it hard, mined it to the nuggets, it petered out behind us, but left sparks in our pockets That scene folded over three or four times, became brittle clear like the edge of a winter moon as seven geese flew spirals up between two bare…

Momus—Momus: Murderers, the Hope of Women

David Bowie – Rock ‘n Roll Suicide (live in 1973) Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget Oh oh, oh, oh, you’re a rock ‘n’ roll suicide You’re too old to lose it,…

This is one of my favorite pictures from Paul, a perfect capture, perfectly apped, iphonism at its zenith. Jobriath—I’m A Man (live) I maman So I’m an elegant man I’m a man Clara bowes and open toes Are what I am Yes I maman Yea I’m a fragile man I’m a man Light of step…