Friday, February 15, 2013
Belief Intransigent After Pursuit
Having followed the playlists for the current Yo La Tengo tour, they vary wildly across their discography with the exception that the first set opens with an acoustic version of the above, the second set opens with an electric, so I expect to hear it twice tonight. *!wOOt!* Yes, there was a Thursday Night Pints last night with a Special Guest Appearance by M, in town for a visit from Boulder, maybe more about it tomorrow or Sunday, though it might suffice to say my answer to M's question of why I no longer long form is I don't know whether I'm capable or not any longer, but I know I'm as tired of splaining the obvious as I expect people are tired of having the obvious splained to them. It happens like this. Basic banalities. My freedom of speech. Gangster banksters. Prolonged and stormy applause. Propaganda is the enemy of the obvious. Winning hearts and minds. The reason I'm so bad at follow-the-leader. I took a Hilltop poli-sci class and Lasch's book on his liberal apostasy, True and Only Heaven, was central text. When meteors strike! Ruin and renewal. Are we getting closer to my Fuck-Me-Jig? The guest Ellen. Overnight guest. Dream in which I meet myself. Prunella's latest playlist. Hey, do a playlist, I'll link to it too. Crumb. A walk with Britten. Goats yelling like humans. I hope Yo La Tengo does at least one Dead cover tonight. Planet said that when people at the Yo La Tengo show she saw last Friday shouted out for the below song, they were sternly told NO!
First all belief is paradise. So pliable a medium. A time not very long. A transparency caused. A conveyance of rupture. A subtle transport. Scant and rare. Deep in the opulent morning, blissful regions, hard and slender. Scarce and scant. Quotidian and temperate. Begin afresh in the realms of the atmosphere, that encompasses the solid earth, the terraqueous globe that soars and sings, elevated and flimsy. Bright and hot. Flesh and hue. Our skies are inventions, durations, discoveries, quotas, forgeries, fine and grand. Fine and grand. Fresh and bright. Heavenly and bright. The day pours out space, a light red roominess, bright and fresh. Bright and oft. Bright and fresh. Sparkling and wet. Clamour and tint. We range the spacious fields, a battlement trick and fast. Bright and silver. Ribbons and failings. To and fro. Fine and grand. The sky is complicated and flawed and we’re up there in it, floating near the apricot frill, the bias swoop, near the sullen bloated part that dissolves to silver the next instant bronze but nothing that meaningful, a breach of greeny-blue, a syllable, we’re all across the swathe of fleece laid out, the fraying rope, the copper beech behind the aluminum catalpa that has saved the entire spring for this flight, the tops of these a part of the sky, the light wind flipping up the white undersides of leaves, heaven afresh, the brushed part behind, the tumbling. So to the heavenly rustling. Just stiff with ambition we range the spacious trees in earnest desire sure and dear. Brisk and west. Streaky and massed. Changing and appearing. First and last. This was made from Europe, formed from Europe, rant and roar. Fine and grand. Fresh and bright. Crested and turbid. Silver and bright. This was spoken as it came to us, to celebrate and tint, distinct and designed. Sure and dear. Fully designed. Dear afresh. So free to the showing. What we praise we believe, we fully believe. Very fine. Belief thin and pure and clear to the title. Very beautiful. Belief lovely and elegant and fair for the footing. Very brisk. Belief lively and quick and strong by the bursting. Very bright. Belief clear and witty and famous in impulse. Very stormy. Belief violent and open and raging from privation. Very fine. Belief intransigent after pursuit. Very hot. Belief lustful and eager and curious before beauty.Very bright. Belief intending afresh. So calmly and clearly. Just stiff with leaf sure and dear and appearing and last. With lust clear and scarce and appearing and last and afresh.