Malbouffe

Various pieces of music I have been listening to and have been made to listen to have put me in a particularly gravid state where it sloshes about (not unharmoniously, though). Writing about it appears to me the only way to help settle this pabulum. It will take time but here's what I will be writing about in a notebook that has already seduced a page and two quarters from me:

Descent into the Maelstrom - Philip Glass (apropos Glenn Freeman)
1000 Airplanes on the Roof - Philip Glass ( " " )
Soli e Deuttini - Milton Babbitt

Babbitt I listened to out of pure narcissism. But that too shall be explored later.

The Pastness of the Past or Notes taken in English 225, Am. Lit 2.

I see a speck of dust walking between the blue lines.
If you meet a Buddha, kill him.
If you meet a patriarch of the law, kill him
The jerky realization of a motif is remarkable.
Freshly washed hair helps the broodiness I have accepted as an integral part of my existence.
Views askance.
Let’s begin then, with vulgarization. Muddying the past and pinning hopes on Naipaul’s “The past is deep.” A line a day for me.
I hope you have fish tonight.

I
Swim in limp
Break me- you
Stick making, sick mating
Aah, Aah, Eee, Eee
Ooh
Rap! Clean streaks on
Dusty mats.
Sifting through texts
For ridicule, like
Monkey backs.
Exes
Fly and settle down
Heavily
And then I
Colour.