That Sounds Clever.

I'm Alice.

I like: British hymns, Gustav Mahler, uvular trills, JMW Turner, the International Phonetic Alphabet, coffee, the fourth movement of Brahms's 2nd Symphony, raw honey, found photographs, Charles Trenet, marabou storks, Gilbert & Sullivan, genderfuck Cherubino, obscene amounts of cereal, and Leonard Bernstein.

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Travel

Sometimes I know I love you better

than all others I kiss it’s funny

but it’s true and I wouldn’t roll

from one to the next so fast if you

hadn’t knocked them all down like

ninepins when you roared by my bed

I keep trying to race ahead and catch

you at the newest station or whistle

stop but you are flighty about

schedules and always soar away just

as leaning from my taxicab my breath

reaches for the back of your neck

Frank O’Hara

Wednesday, November 25th 2009 12:14am

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The Mountain Goats — No Children

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Tuesday, November 24th 2009 11:53pm

From the House of the Dead.

Left me with mouth agape, transfixed. The production was beautiful and scary and despairing and yes, the story felt as hopeless as all the critics say, but god I’ve slept maybe six hours in the past three days so the delirium set in before Act One finished. It was gorgeous.

The way they played with light (right off the bat, too) so it complimented Janáček’s music was breathtaking. There was no applause or bowing or tranquil dimming of lights when the conductor walked out at the beginning. Just sudden blackness and music, taking the audience by surprise.

Favorite moment: I nearly gasped aloud when the pile of rubble—books, papers, trash—fell from above through shafts of white light, and then through the smoke and fog the prisoners emerged, one by one, shadowy figures and music penetrating the haze. Oof.

My chest hurts.

Tuesday, November 24th 2009 11:48pm