I was not prepared for how undone I would be by this poem about the weight of the world. This is from Alan Felsenthal's book "Hereafter" published by the song cave.

"Beyoncé Throws Paul Simon Into Battle," oil on panel, 4 inches x 4 inches.

sorry it was noomi rapace's and imogen poots's names that I screamed—not yours, nor god's, nor my own—as I careened into the abyss

I know it’s a little late but I’m worried I might be doing “brat summer” wrong. Am I supposed to be bankrupting myself spiritually and financially in order to satisfy externally imposed aesthetic prerogatives that are fundamentally misaligned with my backwoods/hick values?

idea for a stoner comedy:

Alien: Romulus (2024)

No need to choose. Let each one play the other in their respective biopics.

if all your clothes are ugly and you hate everything you put on, you can take the edge off the self-hate by calling wearing your ugly clothes ‘going xenomorph mode’ and it becomes a fun cosplay / ironically affirming self-own that costs a lot less than new clothes

Poem by the Priest Mansei To what shall I compare this life? the way a boat rowed out from the morning harbor leaves no traces on the sea. -from The Man’yōshū (tr. Ian Hideo Levy)

I've seen Types of Guys you people wouldn't believe

Need to figure out what to watch in bed tonight: FRASIER or SHUTTER ISLAND? Which approach to psychiatry do I most want to engage with?

I hate it when I, as an institution, become so detached from my foundational principles or mandate, that I no longer deserve to survive in my existing form.

philosophy is about creating content . or whatever it was deleuze said

"I've seen expectations set to unrealistic benchmarks that you people wouldn't believe."

This was a hard one….

“I’ve seen so much crazy crap, it would honestly make most people shit a brick.”

My friends don’t like to take me hiking because I shout at the top of my lungs, “This scene would make a most arresting oil painting!” every few feet along whatever trail we’re on.

I went to the Neurobazaar and no one knew you

To help us celebrate the new printing of ON THE MESA, we've had the fortunate opportunity to make this beautiful and poignant limited-edition print by Ilka Hartmann. "Quiet" (Bolinas, 1971) 8x10 inches, C-print, signed & numbered Available here: the-song-cave.com

I appreciate houses from the top down, and if a chimney isn’t downright astonishing, I won’t even bother looking any lower to see the rest of the house, for the chimney tells all.