Monday, February 18, 2008

Poetry in stereo

Hey guys, to follow up the Jeff-in-the-backseat-video, here is one of me reading "travel logos 80." And yes, we do live in that car. It's a mad, mad, mad, mad, mad, mad, mad, mad world.

travel logos 80

america the beautiful: you’re mother’s legs are individual and smooth, generic, of course, but altogether desirable and graceful. I should clarify, however, that it’s an ugly woman to be the loudest one in the room, and it’s an idiot to have the fastest car in the desert. can’t get going too fast, can’t reach far enough. you know it’s late, it is getting hot out, even, and if all you want is to run down the avenue with sparklers in your hands and a red flag to tout, well, baby, you’re centuries late.

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