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Wendell Peek – I Smell Honey
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in iPhonismNuraddin Taghiyev – Kor Arab (Song The Blind Arab) This was in the comments, not sure what it means: What love, what love, what a flirtatious disaster! What a nation, what a nation, what love-longing was! No pain, no medicine, what a wall, what a mourning! What a mess what a mess! Light-love in the…
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[sunday] Jody Frost—”There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.” —L.K.Hamilton (2015)
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in iPhonismOH EASE OH BODY STRAIN OH LOVE OH EASE ME NOT! WOUND-BORE be real, show organs, show blood, OH let me be as a flower. Let ugliness arise without care grow side by side with beauty. Oh twist be real to me. Fly smoke! Meat-real, as nerves TENDON Ion, FLAME, Muscle, not banners but bulks…
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Delta Martin—The Queen’s Salute
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in iPhonismHolly came from Miami, F-L-A Hitch-hiked her way across the USA Plucked her eyebrows along the way Shaved her legs and then he was a she She says, “Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side” Said, “Hey honey, take a walk on the wild side” Candy came from out on the Island In…
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[sunday] Wendell Peek – Hotel Kabuki
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in iPhonismWendell’s picture is too scary, so I’m doing some counter-programming with an hour of Bill Evans. Happy Sunday.
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Hans Borghorst—Death of the One-Legged Traveler
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in iPhonismThis picture is one of the strangest I ever received at PIXELS. I have never asked Hans about the story behind it. Maybe I will. Blind Faith—I Can’t Find My Way Home. Love the guitar sound the Brits used to get in the late 60s, like this.
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Wendell Peek – Contemplating the Muse
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in iPhonismSpirit—Nature’s Way (live 1990) It’s nature’s way of telling you something’s wrongIt’s nature’s way of telling you in a song It’s nature’s way of receiving youIt’s nature’s way of retrieving youIt’s nature’s way of telling youSomething’s wrong It’s nature’s way of telling you, soon we’ll freezeIt’s nature’s way of telling you, dying trees It’s nature’s…
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Knox Bronson – Junk Yard Kitty
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in iPhonismCockney Rebel—Sebastian (do you think they were listening to David Bowie?) Radiate simply, the candle is burning so low for me Generate me limply, I can’t seem to place your name, cherie To rearrange all these thoughts in a moment is suicide Come to a strange place, we’ll talk over old times we never spied…