my mazzy

oooh my god, finally, new mazzy star. fifteen years in the coming, gorgeous new single "common burn," backed with "lay myself down." they'll be touring early next year and releasing a new album after, beyond excited.

merzbau

Kurt Schwitters (20 June 1887 – 8 January 1948).

"Schwitters worked in several genres and media, including Dada, Constructivism, Surrealism, poetry, sound, painting, sculpture, graphic design, typography and what came to be known as installation art. He is most famous for his collages, called Merz Pictures.

Schwitters also dramatically altered the interiors of a number of spaces throughout his life. The most famous was The Merzbau, the transformation of six (or possibly more) rooms of the family house in Hannover. This took place very gradually; work started in about 1923, the first room was finished in 1933, and Schwitters subsequently extended the Merzbau to other areas of the house until he fled to Norway in early 1937. Most of the house was let to tenants, so that the final extent of the Merzbau was less than is normally assumed. On the evidence of Schwitters' correspondence, by 1937 it had spread to two rooms of his parents' apartment on ground floor, the adjoining balcony, the space below the balcony, one or two rooms of the attic and possibly part of the cellar. In 1943 it was destroyed in a bombing raid. he built it again in oslo; It burnt down in 1951 and no photos survive."




a small response book, rearrangeable tunnel structure:

makin books

a wave

I met a wave last night
Face on
Confronted her
Ambivalent swelling
In the dark
Among more gentle forces
Rolling in the fog:

Dammed trappings
Aural flow, canyons
Melting
Ice trays sliding,
Scolding displays
(of affection)
Turbines churning, continuously
Recycled
Scum greening
Silt lines in
Swimming pools
Every season
Baptized cool, dripping
In drought

The wave passed
But not before
I felt the current
Roll me
Like a marble
In a game
Of chance,
Split me
In two
And send me swimming
In opposite directions





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andalucia

Andalucia when can I see you
When it is snowing out again
Farmer John wants you
Louder and softer closer and nearer
Then again
Needing you, taking you, keeping you, leaving you
In a year and a day to be sure
That your face doesn't alter
Your words never falter -- I love you

I'll be here waiting later and later
Hoping the night will go away
Andalucia Castles and Christians
Andalucia come to stay
You were lost, once before, on a day much like this
When you'd made up your mind not to come
And I couldn't persuade you
Or wait till tomorrow -- or pass the time