Key Bridge, &c

Tornado warning today! Hail the size of gumdrops! And isn't George Harrison's "Isn't it a Pity" the best post-Beatles Beatles song? Sometimes it is. Today it is. The shimmering drums mesmerize. I want the song to last forever, to follow me around. I could get stuck in a labyrinth of those drums, those whispery vocals & be completely fine with it. Here are some lines that are not in that song:

She's got these green galoshes
& can't wait for it to rain.

New issue of Sawbuck is up & at 'em.

I've been reading & rereading Ken Rumble's Key Bridge over the last few days. I'd also be willing to spend my life in a labyrinth of this book. A meditation on place & race, both of which are both ever-present & theoretical when it comes to DC. Having spent time in NoVa & DC, this book connects with my background pretty directly. beyond that, though, it's an astoundingly paced book. Moving back & forth in time, not insignificantly across the 9-11-01 date-line, this book talks to itself, discusses the state of thinking about a city. It's at one moment hyperactive & horny & the next moment rent & imagistic. I think Rumble's super-power is the open parenthetical. Check this out:

24.december.2001

The return from there from her
Park Road above the park
blue weight & location
blue 3 a.m. Tuesday taxis--she that
she there
(she all that
good-ness visions sake slakes
there, above the zoo
(the zoo
the giraffe & elephant
(what?
the city & she
name, history & stake
a stake in the world
an open hand there,
an open hand curled into the sign
for brick for sub for height for here for land
for land for this we
know: ether & the angles:
this woman this city this coincidence this concordance
this conjunction this freedom this injunction
to call you in this first hour of this 27th Christmas



Yes! That is so thrilling. Blogger messes up the formatting a bit, but you need to buy this book anyways. So go buy it.

Seriously.


Also, Devin the Dude's record Waiting to Inhale is my new favorite record.