June 4th, 2010 / 5:00 pm
Music & Random

R.I.P. To Everyone Who Died This Week

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40 Comments

  1. Landon

      RIP to everyone who died ever

  2. mark leidner

      and to everyone who ever will die…

  3. Blake Butler

      rip in advance to george ‘sell my baby’ lucas

  4. Ken Baumann

      The youtube tags are like caviar.

  5. Landon

      RIP to everyone who died ever

  6. mark leidner

      and to everyone who ever will die…

  7. Blake Butler

      rip in advance to george ‘sell my baby’ lucas

  8. alan

      Guys, “RIP” is not like a salutation.

  9. Ken Baumann

      The youtube tags are like caviar.

  10. Paul

      lol funniest shit i’ve read all week

  11. alan

      Guys, “RIP” is not like a salutation.

  12. Brendan Connell

      Peter Orlovsky died. He was a friend of my mother’s, Ginsberg’s boyfriend, and would throw me up in the air when I was a wee lad. Maybe not all that famous, but a big influence on a lot of people (including folks who read this blog I would guess if indirectly).

  13. Brendan Connell

      Instead of resting in peace though, I’d hope they would be reborn in a nice place. Eternal peace sounds rather boring.

  14. Paul Cunningham

      lol funniest shit i’ve read all week

  15. Brendan Connell

      Peter Orlovsky died. He was a friend of my mother’s, Ginsberg’s boyfriend, and would throw me up in the air when I was a wee lad. Maybe not all that famous, but a big influence on a lot of people (including folks who read this blog I would guess if indirectly).

  16. Brendan Connell

      Instead of resting in peace though, I’d hope they would be reborn in a nice place. Eternal peace sounds rather boring.

  17. mark leidner

      one time i saw george lucas order a latte and tip the barista a crisp twenty, it was like watching a klimt being unpainted

  18. mark leidner

      the view counter is like the fight in that abandoned castle at the climax of karate kid 2

  19. mark leidner

      RIP RIP

  20. mark leidner

      maybe heaven exists if you have faith in it

  21. mark leidner

      i googled him & found this poem

      FRIST POEM

      A rainbow comes pouring into my window, I am electrified.
      Songs burst from my breast, all my crying stops, mistory fills
      the air.
      I look for my shues under my bed.
      A fat colored woman becomes my mother.
      I have no false teeth yet. Suddenly ten children sit on my lap.
      I grow a beard in one day.
      I drink a hole bottle of wine with my eyes shut.
      I draw on paper and I feel I am two again. I want everybody to
      talk to me.
      I empty the garbage on the tabol.
      I invite thousands of bottles into my room, June bugs I call them.
      I use the typewritter as my pillow.
      A spoon becomes a fork before my eyes.
      Bums give all their money to me.
      All I need is a mirror for the rest of my life.
      My frist five years I lived in chicken coups with not enough
      bacon.
      My mother showed her witch face in the night and told stories of
      blue beards.
      My dreams lifted me right out of my bed.
      I dreamt I jumped into the nozzle of a gun to fight it out with a
      bullet.
      I met Kafka and he jumped over a building to get away from me.
      My body turned into sugar, poured into tea I found the meaning
      of life
      All I needed was ink to be a black boy.
      I walk on the street looking for eyes that will caress my face.
      I sang in the elevators believing I was going to heaven.
      I got off at the 86th floor, walked down the corridor looking for
      fresh butts.
      My comes turns into a silver dollar on the bed.
      I look out the window and see nobody, I go down to the street,
      look up at my window and see nobody.
      So I talk to the fire hydrant, asking “Do you have bigger tears
      then I do?”
      Nobody around, I piss anywhere.
      My Gabriel horns, my Gabriel horns: unfold the cheerfulies,
      my gay jubilation.

  22. mark leidner

      one time i saw george lucas order a latte and tip the barista a crisp twenty, it was like watching a klimt being unpainted

  23. mark leidner

      the view counter is like the fight in that abandoned castle at the climax of karate kid 2

  24. mark leidner

      RIP RIP

  25. mark leidner

      maybe heaven exists if you have faith in it

  26. mark leidner

      i googled him & found this poem

      FRIST POEM

      A rainbow comes pouring into my window, I am electrified.
      Songs burst from my breast, all my crying stops, mistory fills
      the air.
      I look for my shues under my bed.
      A fat colored woman becomes my mother.
      I have no false teeth yet. Suddenly ten children sit on my lap.
      I grow a beard in one day.
      I drink a hole bottle of wine with my eyes shut.
      I draw on paper and I feel I am two again. I want everybody to
      talk to me.
      I empty the garbage on the tabol.
      I invite thousands of bottles into my room, June bugs I call them.
      I use the typewritter as my pillow.
      A spoon becomes a fork before my eyes.
      Bums give all their money to me.
      All I need is a mirror for the rest of my life.
      My frist five years I lived in chicken coups with not enough
      bacon.
      My mother showed her witch face in the night and told stories of
      blue beards.
      My dreams lifted me right out of my bed.
      I dreamt I jumped into the nozzle of a gun to fight it out with a
      bullet.
      I met Kafka and he jumped over a building to get away from me.
      My body turned into sugar, poured into tea I found the meaning
      of life
      All I needed was ink to be a black boy.
      I walk on the street looking for eyes that will caress my face.
      I sang in the elevators believing I was going to heaven.
      I got off at the 86th floor, walked down the corridor looking for
      fresh butts.
      My comes turns into a silver dollar on the bed.
      I look out the window and see nobody, I go down to the street,
      look up at my window and see nobody.
      So I talk to the fire hydrant, asking “Do you have bigger tears
      then I do?”
      Nobody around, I piss anywhere.
      My Gabriel horns, my Gabriel horns: unfold the cheerfulies,
      my gay jubilation.

  27. Brendan Connell

      He wrote a book called Clean Asshole Poems and Smiling Vegetable Songs, maybe that is where this is from.

  28. jesusangelgarcia
  29. jesusangelgarcia

      Heaven, really?

      I like the echo on the verses and the psychedelic overlays, Mark. Are you on the West Coast? We should “jaaaam,” man.

  30. Brendan Connell

      He wrote a book called Clean Asshole Poems and Smiling Vegetable Songs, maybe that is where this is from.

  31. jesusangelgarcia
  32. jesusangelgarcia

      Heaven, really?

      I like the echo on the verses and the psychedelic overlays, Mark. Are you on the West Coast? We should “jaaaam,” man.

  33. mark leidner

      yeah i think whatever you believe in has a way of becoming true, for better or worse

      would love to jam, but i live on the west coast of massachusetts

  34. mark leidner

      yeah i think whatever you believe in has a way of becoming true, for better or worse

      would love to jam, but i live on the west coast of massachusetts

  35. jesusangelgarcia

      In some ways I’m with you, Mark. I believe prayer works in some cases b/c it taps into the collective belief (conscious intention) of so many people, and given the sheer numbers, say, of folks praying to Catholic saints, certain “miracles” do sometimes manifest. I’ve seen them. It’s freaky, unexplainable any other way, I’m convinced.

      Western Mass, erg. Some day, if we belieeeeeeve…

  36. marshall
  37. jesusangelgarcia

      In some ways I’m with you, Mark. I believe prayer works in some cases b/c it taps into the collective belief (conscious intention) of so many people, and given the sheer numbers, say, of folks praying to Catholic saints, certain “miracles” do sometimes manifest. I’ve seen them. It’s freaky, unexplainable any other way, I’m convinced.

      Western Mass, erg. Some day, if we belieeeeeeve…

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  39. mark leidner

      hell yeah

  40. mark leidner

      hell yeah