can someone upload Thurston's POEMS?
 

i'll be glad, if i can read poems by Thurston Moore:)

here's one of thurston's poems

new york sidewalks
smokin' hash with patti smith
flowers interwoven through the rubble
dreaming of the ghost of a young lou reed
the scent of youth entangled with aging


hopefully jenn the benn will see this thread as she has a lot more of his poetry than i do, and the ones she has are better too

yeh hopefully...

I'M FUCKING SASSY (A Haiku)
I sing along to
Guitar lines, all of the same
Notes are played. Sassy!

CONFUSION IS SEX (Haiku version)
Confusion is sex
It is also next, I heard
Then, the truth.. how neat!

I HATE KIM (Haiku version)
Stop singing on songs
Put down your fucking bass, bitch
I want a divorce

*Note: He actually wrote that, recorded it, and had Kim add bass and skronk effects to it before she ever actually listened to the lyrics. I guess she was so used to the abstract beat poetry of Thurston going "EXTREME SONIC KOOL KULTURE SUBWAY KARS KRASH STARS SIDEWALK IT KRACKED UNDERNEATH POLICE RIOT KOOL SONIC SONIC" that she couldn't understand that he was being completely serious -- until she found her leopard print thong out on their porch when she got home .Oh shit..

POEM FOR THE CLOUD BOY
CT cloud boy meets NYC mist girl unbeknownst to the sun god
The wanderland freak beet sit in shade and shake at smug heroes
Turned empty-gauge projections of bum-out

She will whisk a kiss by my amp buzz with a coke grin
She will break the portal
Sukk my soul to nothingness
One hand on the wheel
Other hand on the nipple
T'was boy dream marijuana steam

OCTOBER 2007
Butter churn spew of the dying angel postcard
She stamps out the ember, and laughs at broken mirrors
Don't try to bust Lydia, she's my super duper friend
Marijuana is gonna make me wanna
Hall of Fame a joke this year....Madonna?

THE TOP OF MY BOOKSHELF
the lost art damage
unhinged kitten
laundry day banana peel
how can i rock when my rent is due?

rock finger light honey sugar smile
perches eyes aflicker with the flame
me the lameoid CT scuzz
amp buzz cigarette i'm going home

PRAYER FOR RAVEN
smoke bowls with patti at kerouac's grave
ginsberg hippy beard washes over dope haze
"bitch, i'm a beard"
my scuzz fuzz unreal and i remember
peace without war is like
being stoned with no marijuana

LYDIA
pretty kitten is nyc sex goddess
walk streets w/ guitar slung
eyes 'pon no hope future 'n mc5 wishes
lydia lunch smoking my marijuana

small flowers crack concrete
elusive monastery the nyc sex kitten delight
lydia patti and richard a ct boy dream
bearded ginsberg text marijuana

thanks for this guys :)

OK, you're obsessed with Mark Pringle. We get it.

EDIT: pringle? Prindle: "Thurston Moore's bad habits: (A) Performing songs whose vocal melodies are exactly the same as the guitar melodies. You've heard "Iron Man," right? Not the smartest-sounding song around, is it? (B) Just "saying" lyrics in an attempt to come across as "sassy" and "cool""

anybody got the poem from flipped out bride?

i found one:

this is allen ginsberg:


baby girl reaches for his face
his nose
glasses
anything

tries to stick her thumb in his mouth
a curious and favorite past-time

children everywhere
do it
the viscuous
pulpous
mouth
and now:

heres one
with beard!

shes 3 yrs old

he sucks her thumb
into his mouth

and out

and in

here is a grown up
who's into it

unreal

clouds/prayers for milk jane


clouds/prayers for milk jane - she hitched from wonderland to new freedom-- memory serves me fondly w/jane milk jane stealing wallets from rides dashboards. kicking coke machines busting phones - jane made LOVE cuz fucking was for dups - she was into hippie cumming to an END -- milk jane knew about punk before the magazine was called PUNK - where the fuck is milk jane milk jane - pot pot and chicken fried steaks and milkshakes - jane hitched everywhere - thats how i lost track - so i moved to newyork -- she liked anything - i liked onething: newyork - fuck l.a. - germs are OVER - milkjane probably could’ve loved the germs - probably desperately could’ve had germs burn and beat don bolles head to the wall stick nipple in his face, laff and leave him --stranded--. she’d do that to hippies - punkx would’ve been more fun - but she split - we split right before punk - she made a salad and ate it - she was into making salads and then hitching to this shit bar in brewster and we’d just fucking sit there and watch older fucks burn OUT -- i heard about the ramones but it was too late - milk jane kinda booked - was gone - maybe she would’ve held me back from the snob art soho circle of sput. --but that would’ve sukked - i needed to witness such now-white-SMASH -- milk jane is married dead happy burnt --write me mj read this in a bookstore one chance in a fuckingmillion - read this and write me . write me write me write me write me write me write me before its too late - before i lose everything i can hardly smell anymore - you were everything i can remember. and memory is nothing but the smell of your legs 1/2 drunk, no future, thai stick in the graveyard -

*


untitled


black hair patty waters 1966 patti smith 1974 black eye james chance 1978
black man schooly d 1985 black woman jeanne lee 1972 peace to be black free
to be black
out

*


ode to a nurse


belong
ing

to
nothing
I

underestimated
yr worthlessness

no values
no time to fight

fuck with me and I will drink you
down

the british girl who paints her body
has one chance
to get my attention

I wish hard enough
and am impatient


*

the british girl who paints her body
has one chance
to get my attention



picky bastard!

eh?

I have NICE WAR and ALABAMA WILDMAN

^
Moi aussi.

I don't know those words, sonicl.

C'est bête...

I NEED Nice War and Fuck a Hippy.. Read them at a fellow Sonic obsessives place whilst baked out my skull and it was... a revelation...