when words fail…

SkyHarbor, April 7th, 2010 

smoke

From whom it smokes…

Personally, I’m all about having the smoke go INSIDE, thank you… but that’s just ME! ;-}
And there’s something truly poetic about “It smokes in the obituary of the area”…
So TRUE!…

Speaking of smoke:
Bill Spooner/Tubes: Smoke (La Vie En Fumer)
So please continue your cooperating favours! ;-}

7 Comments »

  1. Max wrote,

    The whole thing is immensely poetic, almost koan-like. I believe I feel some serious enlightenment coming on… or at least the need for a smoke.

    Comment on April 8, 2010 @ 10:42 am

  2. raison detre wrote,

    the buildings tumble.
    the ground opens wide.

    je t’aime!

    Comment on April 8, 2010 @ 8:19 pm

  3. SkyHarbor wrote,

    My Pall Mall tendrils smoke
    A crumpled fender rusts
    Snow blankets the wreckage

    (light blooming ground flower and get away with loud report)

    Comment on April 9, 2010 @ 8:55 am

  4. SkyHarbor wrote,

    And how about the outstanding piano work of the late-great Vince Welnick?

    Comment on April 9, 2010 @ 10:03 am

  5. Max wrote,

    He died? It’s the old Grateful Dead keyboardist curse reaching beyond the end of the band’s life and dragging him in with Keith, Brent, & Pigpen. Bet they’re all having a hell of party.

    Comment on April 9, 2010 @ 11:44 am

  6. SkyHarbor wrote,

    Yes, a disturbing echo of the “Spinal Tap” exploding drummer syndrome. Vince self-terminated in 2006. RIP.

    Comment on April 9, 2010 @ 1:03 pm

  7. Max wrote,

    *poof*

    (disturbing, but funny as hell)

    Comment on April 9, 2010 @ 1:44 pm

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