Author: Sineokov

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Each Coming Night :: Iron & Wine

Will you say when I’m gone away
“My lover came to me and we’d lay
In rooms unfamiliar but until now” Continue reading →

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My Lady’s House (edit) :: Iron & Wine

there is light in my lady’s house
and there’s none but some falling rain
this like a spoken word
she is more than her thousand names Continue reading →

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Dance Music :: The Mountain Goats

alright I’m on johnson avenue in san luis obispo
and I’m five years old or six maybe.
and indications there’s something wrong with our new house
trip down the wire twice daily
I’m in the living room watching the watergate hearings
while my step father yells at my mother.
launches a glass across the room, straight at her head
and I dash upstairs to take cover.
lean in close to my little record player on the floor.
so this is what the volume knobs for. Continue reading →

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Broom People :: The Mountain Goats

’36 hudson in the garage,
all sorts of junk in the unattached spare room,
dishes in the kitchen sink,
new straw for the old broom,
friends who dont have a clue,
well meaning teachers,
but down in your arms,
in your arms, I am a wild creature. Continue reading →

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Holland, 1945 :: Neutral Milk Hotel

The only girl I've ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone
Now she's a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come Continue reading →
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In the Aeroplane Over the Sea :: Neutral Milk Hotel

What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me Continue reading →
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Your Necklace Is Leaking :: Richard Brautigan

(For Marcia)

Your necklace is leaking
and blue light drips
from your beads to cover
your beautiful breasts
with a clear African dawn.

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Pi (1998): Shooting Script, pp. 69-88

In the heart of New York, Max spins around searching for his foe. Continue reading →

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Pi (1998): Shooting Script, pp. 47-68

— where he looks at Devi’s door nervously. He smoothes out his hair, gathers his courage and knocks on her door. Through the door he hears: Continue reading →

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Pi (1998): Shooting Script, pp. 26-46

Max removes a fuse. He replaces it with a penny.

(voice-over)

10.28. Results: Bullshit. Euclid predicts AAR at six and a half. AAR hasn’t been beneath forty in twenty years. Explanations for anomaly: Human error. Continue reading →

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The King of Carrot Flowers, Pt. 1 :: Neutral Milk Hotel

When you were young
You were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet Continue reading →

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A Conversation with Jorge Luis Borges: Artful Dodge: Interview

Jorge Luis Borges is a man of many worlds and moods. A significant figure in modern Spanish literature, he has drawn much of his creative force from the Germanic world: English poetry, Franz Kafka, the warrior mythology of the old English and Norse. Strongly anti-political and anti-moralistic, this Argentine’s work Continue reading →

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The Garden of Forking Paths (edit) :: J. L. Borges

On page 22 of Liddell Hart’s History of World War I you will read that an attack against the Serre-Montauban line by thirteen British divisions (supported by 1,400 artillery pieces), planned for the 24th of July, 1916, had to be postponed until the morning of the 29th. The torrential rains, Captain Liddell Hart comments, caused Continue reading →