Looking Glass Sleep

Twitter Sonnet #146

Overzealous spokes stab the thin tire.
Marshmallow road rocks stink in the summer.
Time machines leave many a tread fire.
A forest was burnt by a Time Hummer.
A pony army is forced from a shrub.
Blind women easily beat the godless.
Zombie Saxons is a freemason club.
Normandy fighting Normans is pointless.
Plastic jewels wash up on a linen beach.
Plain prettiness is sadly adequate.
Metal cutlery's always out of reach.
Further away than Patricia Arquette.
Best breakfasts have expensive whole wheat egg.
Maple juices run down a French toast leg.

Really tired to-day. I've had trouble sleeping the past couple nights, but I was determined to be up no later than 12:30 to-day, whatever the cost, so I could see Marty at least once before the school got out for summer break--he's a high school teacher and I go to see him after class, when we talk about movies and books. To-day we talked about Alice in Wonderland and we both agreed that Burton's generally not as dark as his reputation suggests. We also talked about Hitchcock, and Marty said he's reading a book by David Thomson called The Moment of Psycho: How Alfred Hitchcock Taught America to Love Murder in which Thomson argues that Psycho is a perfect film until Norman Bates is done disposing of Marion's car. I kind of agree, as the first portion of the film is a great meditation on the nature of guilt, and the latter half is mostly just plot.

I fucking can't get this song out of my head;



The song really flatters its songwriter--it's got just the right mix of insightful and vain to make her really attractive. I remember being really into Jewel's first album, and then totally turning against her when all her subsequent releases sucked. I've grown to be a little more forgiving, though, so I'm back to just digging this song.

Jewel was on The Howard Stern Show on Monday and was really cute. She explained how the problem with the kids on American Idol is that they don't realise it's the artist's job to make the song work, not to make it all about presenting themselves, which I thought was pretty spot on. Then she launched into a piece from her new album, which featured some of the most gag inducing, plain, prescriptive lyrics I've ever heard. The whole thing seems to be composed of bromides. But, at Howard's request, she did a nice cover of Neil Young's "Needle and the Damage Done"