Medieval family motto week continues!
"Where there is God there is peace and love" and "It is brave not to be perturbed in tribulation" —Translated Mottos of the Gualenghi-d’Este family
Their two sons came from one of Orsina’s previous marriages. Did their family mottoes stem from the trials of blended family life? We can only speculate.
The great Adrienne Rich, born 85 years ago today, on the dignity of love and how relationships refine our truths – spectacular read.
Sasquatch 2014 OEB Spotlight: Radiation City – “Zombies”
Pairs Well With…The Flaming Lips, The Beach Boys, The New Pornographers
Last year’s Animals In The Median, has continued the evolution of Radiation City, Portland’s intriguing entry into the hazy, 60s pop reinventions of today. The band’s sophomore LP is a logical step towards the melding of breezy rock and experimental psychedelia that is a basis of the quintet’s music. The nice thing about this blend is Radiation is able to pour so many genres through their unique sonic prism – Animals is a strikingly diverse record and is worth a deep listen. Radiation City is set for Saturday at 2:00 at Sasquatch’s Yeti Stage.
2013 SXSW Review: Radiation City’s latest is Cool Nightmare, a 2012 EP that is actually a much more accessible effort than their haunting debut LP The Hands That Take You. It’s amazing how much ground Radiation City covers in five proper songs, from the epic build of “Find It of Use” to the experimentally plaintive “Winter Blind”. There is so much tension and drama in Radiation City’s sound that I’m sure they come across as a gale force wind on stage.
2011 SXSW Review: I wasn’t immediately moved by Radiation City, but after a few tracks their moody nature began to sway me. They layer their songs in effects that make it feel like you are listening to the band from afar. Radiation City has a mid-tempo pace throughout their debut record, 2011’s The Hands That Take You. The Portland band also has an affinity towards 60’s pop, but those songs don’t work nearly as well as the more expressive material like the dramatically dark “Babies”, a psychedelic cut with elements of trance, indie rock and shoegazing. The whole has a really tender and inviting nature unlike many bands that attempt the same basic style.
1. If I could, I would nail these hands to the edges of stars. I would sacrifice this body to the sky hoping to resurrect as someone spiteful enough to not give a fuck about you.
2. Staple me to a cross. Pierce my side with a broken promise and I will bleed all the crippled reasons why you deserve one more chance.
3.Your bed smells like the last thing I was really good at.
4.You wanna know how I got these scars? I ripped every last piece of you out of my smile.
5. I whispered you stardust.
6. I spoke you into sunflowers.
7.I dipped my hands in forever. Touched you infinity. Treated you as if you were the last molecule of oxygen inside of a gas chamber. I was good to you.
8. You wanna know how I got these scars? I swallowed my pride and it clawed it’s way outside of my mouth.
9. I realized I was never really your boyfriend. I was just your fuckin hype man.
10. I hope your next boyfriend gets smallpox.
10. Yes I said smallpox!
10. I hate you!
10. I miss you!
10. I love you!
10. It’s hard for me to count when I get emotional.
10. I heard that 90% of human interaction is nonverbal so…
10. If I could, I would tie your arms to a daydream and then auction you off to my fondest memories.
See I wrote this poem in my own spinal fluid, I put it on the backbone of a white flag so before you read it you’ll already know that I’ve given up. I’ll just keep you here. Shackled to the most important chapter of my life story pressed into the basement of my eyelids like liquid salvation so I remember you beautiful with amazing underneath your wings and an orchid smile you gorgeous earthquake. You cracked hourglass with sand spilling from behind your ribs, you wasted my time.
How dare you linger on my lips and then kiss me like a stuttering apology with excuses stapled to the roof of your mouth. I still remember you like a dream tattooed to the inner walls of a long term memory but some days I wonder if you existed at all.
And of course, you wanna know how I got these scars.
Well fine, I’ll tell you.
I got these scars the day I fell in love with you.
I landed face first.
A youth club that was facing closure is now celebrating a potential multimillion-pound windfall thanks to a painting by mysterious street artist Banksy.
Dennis Stinchcombe, who has worked at Bristol’s Broad Plain Boys’ Club for the past 39 years, said Banksy’s controversial Mobile Lovers painting could pump more than £2m into its coffers now that the secretive artist has confirmed it is real. Full story »
Pictured: Mobile Lovers, by Banksy. Photograph: Ben Birchall/PA
Since 2010, Steve Roggenbuck, a twenty-six-year-old who lives in rural Maine, has been producing poetry that is made, distributed, and viewed almost exclusively on the Web. Kenneth Goldsmith calls the videos “meticulously crafted infomercials for poetry”: http://nyr.kr/1j76dzW