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it's time to talk about the 1975

Nov 09, 2022

but first, as always, let us pray (read a poem)

poem

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"My Erotic Double" by John Ashbery

He says he doesn’t feel like working today.
It’s just as well. Here in the shade
Behind the house, protected from street noises,   
One can go over all kinds of old feeling,
Throw some away, keep others.
                                             The wordplay
Between us gets very intense when there are   
Fewer feelings around to confuse things.
Another go-round? No, but the last things
You always find to say are charming, and rescue me   
Before the night does. We are afloat
On our dreams as on a barge made of ice,
Shot through with questions and fissures of starlight   
That keep us awake, thinking about the dreams
As they are happening. Some occurrence. You said it.

I said it but I can hide it. But I choose not to.   
Thank you. You are a very pleasant person.   
Thank you. You are too.

yes. it’s time

to discuss The 1975. I was absolutely floored by their show at the Garden on Monday night. here’s the setlist, which I’ve been reliving religiously since:

A special shoutout to my lovely friend Kat who made the night one of the best ever. hope she still likes me after watching me ugly cry to the opening measures of “Robbers” ——

Watch the video that actually fragmented my reality in 2014: