“You’ll start believing you’re immune to gravity and stuff…”
The night before last, I had the extraordinary pleasure of seeing the divine Ms. Amanda Palmer playing a not-quite-impromptu, and not-quite-secret gig at the Brunswick Hotel with the amazing, soulful, and almost offensively talented Melbourne duo “The Jane Austen Argument.” The fact that someone of my congenital uncoolness managed to be present at something like … Read more
And dance upon the surface of the moon
…And dance upon the surface of the moon Feigning Fathomlessness, We look past each other, Away from each other, Towards the Interior:– Towards that place where the Wild Things aren’t. Do you promise not to eat each other If one of you dies first In the snow? I know I did, but then my promises … Read more
