if friends are rarer than genius which is rarer than love - genius friends must be rarer than all that

my friend Ana who's a bit of a genius when it comes to all things film (among other things) found this video/song by Isabella Adjani - "It is her first album under the direction of: Serge Gainsbourg, of course. My feeling is that there is touch of serge in the video too."



my other genius friend hugh introduced me to this man - Dwight Twilley (he claims to be the direct source of all things Twilley that henceforth flowed into the Melbourne music community - which is probably fair enough). its pretty good and something worth taking credit for too actually.

I thought of you - I wonder if you wonder too?

Girl at the Bus Stop - My Drug Hell

One-hit-wonders are the best kind of wonders cause they pick you're favourite songs for you.

“Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”

I made another mix tape this one is a covers mix. I'm a sucker for covers.

The covers are all a bit sombre (which seems to be a 'thing' for covers) but all good - true. Anyway I called it Maudlin Pleasures (thanks Crayon Fields for inspiring me!). NB - Its hard to make a mixtape of somewhat sombre songs (however excellent you think them to be) without turning into or coming across as a big mopey-sad-sack - kinda of like making an R&B mixtape for a guy without seeming like you're aurally hitting on them 20 times every 3 minutes.

Anyhow here's the tracklist -

1. Marie (Randy Newman cover) - Allison Moorer
2. Little Lies (Fleetwood Mac cover) - Anna Ternheim
3. Walk a Thing Line (Fleetwood Mac cover) - Atlas Sound
4. I Fought the Law (Clash cover) - Bell X1
5. The Breeze/My Baby Cries (Kath Bloom cover) - Bill Callahan
6. I Want You (Bob Dylan cover) - Bruce Springsteen
7. She Wolf (Shakira cover) - Chester French
8. Plainest Thing (Tift Merritt cover) - Chris Stamley Experience
9. Hyperballad (Bjork cover) - Dirty Projectors
10. Jesus Was a Crossmaker (Judee Sill cover) - Frida Hyvonen
11. So Bored (Wavves cover) - His Clancyness
12. Box Elder (Pavement cover) - Pet Ghost Project
13. My Boys (Animal Collective cover) - Taken By Trees
14. Heaven (Talking Heads cover) - Voxtrot
15. Just Like Heaven (The Cure cover) - The Watson Twins
16. Hot Like Fire (Aaliyah cover) - The xx

my weekend in movie stills

i like this - i think.

If your husband ever finds out....

Look how far we've come for other mad men related misogynistic advertising campaigns - here.

but now i'm 26...

“He was only twenty-five. He was young enough to miss his youth just as it was slipping away. The worst kind of loss—the one that is happening as you feel it.”

—	Emma Forrest

Love’s Not the Way to Treat a Friend

Some Richard Brautigan poems

Have You Ever Had a Witch Bloom like a Highway
Have you ever had a witch bloom like a highway
on your mouth? and turn your breathing to her
fancy? like a little car with blue headlights
passing forever in a dream?

Nice Ass
There is so much lost
and so much gained in
these words.

Love’s Not the Way to Treat a Friend
Love’s not the way to treat a friend.
I wouldn’t wish that on you. I don’t
want to see your eyes forgotten
on a rainy day, lost in the endless purse
of those who can remember nothing.

Love’s not the way to treat a friend.
I don’t want to see you end up that way
with your body being poured like wounded
marble into the architecture of those who make
bridges out of crippled birds.

Love’s not the way to treat a friend.
There are so many better things for you
than to see your feelings sold
as magic lanterns to somebody whose body
casts no light

15%
She tries to get things out of men
that she can’t get because she’s not
15% prettier.

Third Eye
For Gary Snyder

There is a motorcycle
in New Mexico.

In Her Sweetness Where She Folds My Wounds
In her sweetness where she folds my wounds
there is a flower that bees cannot afford.
It is too rich for them and would change
their wings into operas and all their honey
into the lonesome maps of a nonexistent
California county.
When she has finished folding all my wounds
she puts them away in a dresser where the
drawers smell like the ghost of a bicycle.
Afterwards I rage at her: demanding that her
affections always be constant to my questions.

Melting Ice Cream at the Edge of Your Final Thought
Oh well, call it a
life.

Up against the Ivory Tower
I’m sitting here (at a cafe) thinking
about writing a poem. What will I write
about? I don’t know. I just feel like it
when suddenly a young man in a hurry
walks up to me and says, “Can I use your
pen?”
There’s an envelope in his hand. “I want
to address this.” He takes my pen
and addresses the envelope. He’s very serious
about it. He’s really using the

pen.

All from Rommel Drives On Deep Into Egypt,