Dearly Twitterpated

Adjective

twitterpated (comparative more twitterpated, superlative most twitterpated)

1. Smitten or love-struck. (http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/twitterpated)
2. Not to be confused with the narcissistic disorder involving the overuse of a certain social online forum

It is indeed the time of year for things to spring, including those things that don't need the sunshine to do so. In honor of us poor daft fools searching for our own heads in the weeds, and to the myriad distractions and projects we become involved in to keep us from defenestrating, I dedicate this playlist. Let it, and this poem by my sometime friend D.A. Powell fill your orifices.

"Sprig of Lilac"

in a week you could watch me crumble to smut: spent hues

spent perfumes. dust upon the lapel where a moment I rested

yes, the moths have visited and deposited their velvet egg mass

the gnats were here: they smelled the wilt and blight. they salivated

in the folds of my garments: you could practically taste the rot

look at the pluck you've made of my heart: it broke open in your hands

oddments of ravished leaves: blossom blast and dieback: petals drooping

we kissed briefly in the deathless spring. the koi pond hummed with flies

unbutton me now from your grasp. no, hold tighter, let me disappear

into your nostrils, into your skin, a powdering smudge against your rough cheek

(from Chronic; Graywolf Press, St. Paul, MN; 2009)

Tristen

02 Baby Drugs.mp3

Nico

02 These Days.mp3

Geotic

10 The Sprawling, Glorious Newness.mp3

Yeasayer

04 I Remember.mp3

It could happen to YOU.

The Worst Song EVER?

Usually I opt for more positive reviews on here, not because I'm a journalistic push-over or crotch-licker of the indie-famous or anything. A close friend (my oldest one, in fact) has named one side of me the "sardonic shark." But still, my overall attitude is usually, why waste breath on the unworthy?

Sometimes it's just impossible to ignore. Take this tune from Yann Tiersen, entitled "Fuck Me." Note, if you will, the apparent contradictions--the juxtaposition of the lamb-gentle male and female vocals over top some deeply emotive guitar weavings. With apologies to Iron & Wine, I'm sure. Then we have these lyrics:

I know you know we’re all falling into a deep oblivion

I know you know we’re all falling into a neverending mess

So we have to take care, take care, and share it, share it, share it together (x2)

So let’s get undressed, we need to feel it

Please let’s get undressed, we need to live it

and sing: fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me you make me come again, you make me come again (x2)

I know you know we’re all falling into a deep oblivion

I know you know we’re all falling into a neverending mess

So we have to take care, take care, and share it, share it, share it together (x2)

So let’s get undressed, we need to fill it

Please let’s get undressed, we need to live it

and sing: love me love me love me love me, you make me love again, you make me love again (x2)

love me love me love me love me, you make me love again, you make me love again love me love me love me love me, you make me love again, you make me love again love me love me love me love me, you make me love again, you make me love again

More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmania.com/fuck_me_lyrics_yann_tiersen.html
All about Yann Tiersen: http://www.musictory.com/music/Yann+Tiersen

Kinda reminds me of some of the more grueling creative writing workshops I've attended: the short story, "As Told By My Cat." The song-turned-poem entitled, "Sealed With A Kiss." (No redemption for these innocent dumplings.) And then imagine being prompted--called on, by name--to comment on the various THEMATIC ELEMENTS of this drivel. Pray tell, what was your FAVORITE line? Reminder to act in sincerity, with an unerring, unflinching yet courteous CRITICAL EYE when phrasing your response.

Fuck. Me.