The Beach Boys [B. Wilson-M. Love], ‘It's O.K.’, 15 Big Ones
You can use your ass like an appliance [recommended]
Barbara Markay, ‘Give Your Dick To Me’.
& if Humpty Dumpty fall off the wall, tell ‘em Humpty Dumpty reclimb
cupcakKe, A.U.T.I.S.M.
Well, the party was nice, the party was pumpin’
Baha Men, ‘Who Let The Dogs Out?’, Who Let the Dogs Out &or
Rugrats in Paris: The Movie: Music From the Motion Picture.
big-time pumper
Devo, ‘Fraulein’, Hardcore Devo, Vol. 2 [1974-1977].
Dancing is dangerous / Gently embraces us / Then won’t let go / Til the end of our lives
Noël, ‘Dancing is Dangerous’ [wrt. Ron & Russell Mael, a.k.a Sparks],
Is There More To Life Than Dancing?.
I will kiss thy mouth, Iokanaan, I will kiss thy mouth
Put out the torches! Hide the moon! Hide the stars!
Oscar Wilde, Salomé.
Tale of Tales [Auriea Harvey & Michaël Samyn], Fatale – Exploring Salomé.
there was sperm [...] manly demeanour.
on Quentin Hubbard, from an interview w/ Kima Douglas conducted by Russell Miller, Bare-faced Messiah.
The Rope & the Colt
a song by Scott Walker [wrt. Andre Hossein & Hal Shapper],
theme to the Robert Hossein film Une corde, un Colt.
on his eighteenth birthday, he was blown up in a silo explosion
John Swartzwelder, ‘Homer’s Enemy’, The Simpsons. Persons glad.
This, too, it says, that this earth becomes an iceless, slopeless plain; even the mountain, whose summit is the
support of the Chinwad bridge, they keep down, and it will not exist.
‘Chapter 30, On the resurrection and future existence’, The Bundahishn [trans. E. W. West].
It’s not just recalling something otherwise lost.
Jared Collins, ‘Little Ironies’.
don’t mind what happens
attributed to Jiddu Krishnamurti. [no symbols where none intended.]
Altair, Vega, Drogba
and Deneb,
[...]
First fiddlers
mark,
right there,
under the
jaw,
Scott Walker, ‘Corps De Blah’, Bish Bosch.
the most familiar thing appears indeterminate as long as [you] have not recalled its name
Maurice Merleau-Ponty, as quoted by Denise Riley, Impersonal Passion: Language as Affect.
A wretched piteous dove, in quest of food, dashed amid the winnowing-fans, its breast broken in twain
Aeschylus, Proteus [disjecta membra, trans. Herbert Weir Smyth].