Hells fire, sayin, there it is, clear as day. A big ol' 6 slapped right on end the 200. Another digit closer to the four etched 'pon the bark a some oak-tree marks the eternal restin place a yours truly some time in the here or there. May as well sit the fuck down an smoke the lungs out my chest, sayin, sure as fuck I'm all but dead.
(TXT says "Best Flick Of The Year - DiG!, though technically 2004, got a UK release this year, aye, rock n roll an tragedy an lines to slice your knees off; 'You fuckin broke my sitar, motherfucker', marvelous, yes, xoxox")
Crawl 'neath the sheets an fiddle the filth till the last breath's hung like tar in the stale air a the slumber-pit, catchin glimpses a the horrific fizzog reflected in the yoke flung freely gainst the duvet. Some slabberin ol' goon gabblin demented bout some lass or other makes his dreams taste like sapphire an the wakin hours reek a rabies.
Old Age chompin at the knees an the liver surely as fly-disease done rid Jeff Goldblum a his willy back in the day.
Aye, a fella can get all the morbid in the world when he realizes he's half a dozen shits shy a bein a useless old bastard.
(TXT says "Record Of The Year, s'gotta be Digital Ash, Bright Eyes, y'unnerstann, one day I'll write a song as good as the rhythms o' "Arc Of Time", one day, fuck permittin xoxox")
"Why?" lass is askin, "What age are you, anyroad?"
"23", I'm sighin, "Twenty bastard three."
And the choking on the coffee, "For fucks holy sakes, 23? S'nothin, is what it is, a sprog is all you are, balls only dropped four hours ago looks a things, the hell's wrong with you?"
And it's ok, see, you don't grasp it all just yet, but you will, aye, you most certainly will, the fists'll be buckled wi the graspin fore long. (An the distaste in her jowls sayin aye, an it'll be all gets grasped too, so best you work that "I'm so blue, don't you know" shtick someplace else.)
One day you'll blink the glee out the face, realize that the last crackles a innocence are all strewn cross the carpet, see, you'll shed that emo-laced skin an out that crinkly mascara-caked wonder'll slump the vilest a wretched truths; Rimbaud won.
Article comments
1 - DJRadiohead
Masterful, Duke. Masterful. The crisis, if you will, very well described. It has all the resonance in the world when you've crossed to the other side of that line.
Now a word of encouragement and motivation for you, from Sir Robert of Zimmerman:
It's not dark yet but it's gettin there
You still have time 'fore that vision of you I had few months back comes to pass.
2 - DJRadiohead
And it might be worth mentioning that while I will likely agree with you on Cold Roses it's more than a bit possible that 29 is givin said brilliance a run for it's money.
3 - Greg Smyth
What if... Joyce did end of the year lists?
Heh. Another piece of effortless confused brilliance from Mondo Towers. Hope 2006 works out for you my friend.
4 - DJRadiohead
Filth of the Year... a category not showing up in many critical lists these days.
5 - Aaron, Duke De Mondo
DJ an Sir Smyth, thanks for the kind words. An Sir Smyth, similar sentiments in the direction of yours truly.
DJ, Filth Of The Year is, alas, an overlooked category. I'm hopin the Grammy's might incorporate it next year.
My own Ryan Adams troubles stemmed from deciding twixt Cold Roses an Jacksonville City Nights. End a the day, Cold Roses is the one has the most depth for me, Jacksonville at times feels like, say, Small Time Crooks by Woody Allen. all the fun in the world, but a wee bit slight, nonetheless. but it's still a beautiful album, just that Cold Roses has more goin on, far as i'm concerned.
29 is takin a while for me, as i've discussed elsewhere with your good self. but it's gettin there, like that ol' darkness Bobby Z talks about in your comment up yonder.
Incidentally, the Dylan line stickin in my head wi most resonance these days is from My Back Pages;
"Ah but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now"
6 - Aaron Fleming
Wonderful writing, a perfect end to a year of such prose.
"let me die an be reborn someplace in the slanty thing o'er the e."
Haha, what excellent imagery there, I can just visualise it in its full technicolour.
7 - Aaron, Duke De Mondo
Sir Fleming, thank you! Sadly this is far from the full-stop i had intended it to be, an far too flabby by far. but what can one do? screech till the eyes burst their bollocks, an then carry on anew.