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Monday, February 5th, 2007
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I don't care how thuggish and tough of a west sider you are,
or what you must do to your I-POD,
or if it will make your look paranoid,
if you are crossing the street and I come sliding through the intersection,
pay attention! look up! something!
I have no horn, and my car wants to be a bob sled in this weather.
If I kill you, I'm sorry but I won't feel guilty for your lack of awareness.
Last night I went, maybe 20mph down Alpine and after breaking a half-block ahead,
slid into the intersection nearly slamming into an oblivious thug
who thought shuffling through his mp3s while crossing the street was more important
than life preservation
and I screamed warnings to him and slammed on my deactivated horn buttons,
to no avail
as he crossed the street, oblivious, and safe for the moment.
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Friday, January 12th, 2007
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Yo yo yo.
Big wheels keep on turnin'
Proud Mary keep on burnin'
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Saturday, October 21st, 2006
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"This is who I am. This is what I do. If you don't like it, fight me." - F. H. Nielsen 10/06
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Thursday, October 19th, 2006
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Your Input Here
@ Space Vs Time
470 Market
GR, MI
(Follow the red ribbon!)
Featuring:
The totally improvised Fantastic Half-plastic Band (Wicker Basket & Tim Warren)
Tim Warren (solo)
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Chaunceworth AIF (of Spectral Mornings)
DON'T MISS IT!! |
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Monday, October 16th, 2006
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A tuber's life
by Jeremy M. Ensley
floating down
a current
with nothing more
than a rubber
inflated circle
as the vehicle
letting the pace
of wind-driven waves
conduct the
course and speed
only on occasion
do I dip my feet
below the surface
of the water to create
force pushing in another
direction
usually to avoid
sharp rocks on the side
or
sandbars which may
cause this to stop
this is similar to my life
the life of a tuber
floating down the river randomly
seemingly out of control
just underneath the soil
bloated with the essentials
to keep the rest
alive
ever-expanding and charged with
energy waiting to be used
appropriately
potentially good for harvest
and capable of providing
good nutrition
for lifeforms
who feast upon it
possessing the vital necessities
only for others to consume
in the meantime
docile and dormant
this is similar to my life
the life of a tuber
partially buried by my own environment
holding useful components to share
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Friday, October 13th, 2006
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November 11th - My band, Save The Whales will be playing the Artvark Studio on Division. I will post later with the appropriate time. We will be joined by Ambit from Ann Arbor who makes beautiful minimal tracks. A must see!
November 25th - Save The Whales will also be playing in Detroit at Bert's On Broadway. Right now, I'll say 8ish. More accuracy to come! We will be performing with Perfect Summer who is an infectious synth-pop band comprised of two synth playing vocalizing girls and one electric violin playing guy. This show will be BOMB!
My Rm1x has been down (see: broken) for a few months now and should be repaired soon. At least, let's hope, before the shows... YAY!
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Monday, October 2nd, 2006
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Excellant headspace today.
Clear thoughts.
Filtering out the waste has been very gratifying and fruitful.
Less is more has become truer.
Honesty is the best weapon I've ever wielded.
Must become smaller.
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Saturday, September 30th, 2006
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go with the grain.
by Jeremy M. Ensley
there is nothing in my head.
there is truth in my pockets.
to sift through them would be to reveal
things I can't recall the purpose for
I am inside a glass bubble
not trapped
just seperated from my environment
I am inside a glass bubble
which is in my mind.
the laughs targetted at non-humorous things
defy the unrealized scowl etched upon my face
this world I'm in has always seemed
as familiar
as it has
alien
one friend of mine once wrote the description
"on the verge of figuring it all out..."
under a picture of me online
it seems that is my perpetual state
"on the verge..."
of figuring what out?
I have no idea.
I try to recall a time I felt comfortable in my own skin.
strangely,
I can't.
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Monday, September 25th, 2006
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I've been enjoying this sort of sliding-inbetween-situations lifestyle.
Travel on foot has been doing me a lot of good. When you walk places your awareness of subtleties in your surroundings is heightened, plus I frequently bump into people I haven't seen in a while, get great excersize, and save money. The weather has been perfect for this lately.
Aside from that, my work has been very liberal with my scheduling, thus allowing me to contour my schedule to fit the needs or wants of my life.
I met Danielson again this past weekend, and if you've never heard the band before, you need to experience it. Even once.
Their music is so happy, it will either destroy you or fill you heart with an intense warmth. I've been glowing since the last show.
Lots of music coming. Including CDs and a new project coming which will be an entirely different direction/sound and name from my Wicker Basket work.
Be excited. I am.
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Wednesday, September 20th, 2006
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now
by Jeremy M. Ensley
twenty-four thousand "now"s
packed
air-tight
wrapped in plastic
ready to digest
and
brick boxes
filled with the
dangling lights
the scum of the city
has a distinct smell
which is
all over
my clothes
these bursts of fire
these erupting
pockets of catalysts
won't they
please
awaken these
desperate,
hopeless
souls
their turmoil
collects in pools
and
they beg me
to splash around in it
I've got my own filth.
I've got my own mess.
I've got to
get this smell
out of my clothes.
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Monday, September 18th, 2006
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water and sand
by Jeremy M. Ensley
the heat is too hot
everywhere I go
and
the rock
I've been leaning on
was made of sand.
So, when the rain came,
it turned into
brown mush.
"There should be more steam!"
I said,
"with all this heat and water
at least
some STEAM
would force the wheels to spin."
I guess I was looking for progress.
I guess I was looking for purpose.
I found nothing
but hot water
and sand.
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Tuesday, August 1st, 2006
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You can call it a "moving out" party.
I like to think of it as an "eviction" party.
Where: My place. You may remember (vaguely) that I live next to Jan (same house, other side).
If you enjoy watching old particle board burn in a pile, while imbibing your own beer/liqour, and socializing, then you may be a perfect fit.
Everyone is invited.
Let's make this a fun summer!
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Lately, I've been feeling funny/depressed, because of all the drama around me.
I'm just overall unsatisfied and fear I may never be.
On top of this my gear started overheating and became intermittent during a recent show in Flint.
I haven't the optimism to check it out since.
I'm taking tonight off of Sazerac's to clear my mind, align my chakras, and get in touch with my spirit animal.
....also, hopefully, abuse an unsuspecting friend's A/C.
Stay cool in the heat,
Wicker Ensley
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Wednesday, July 26th, 2006
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Woke up crying today.
I had a dream someone had stuffed Kruncherz (my dog) in a plastic bag filled with formaldehyde.
You dream people are bastards.
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With a:
SPLASH!
One day crashes into the next,
perplexed
as I am,
I seem to maintain
a stasis
as I straggle through the deserted nights
in search of an oasis.
Will you help me find the truth
of the path that leads to fhe fountain of youth?
Not that I want to sip the water...
but rather dip my fingers below its surface,
so I can tell how the water it is...
we burnt a couch last night;
an effigy of the laziness in our effort
to attain what we desire.
To ride the couch,
is to simply ride this rock (this world),
is to allow time to steal
these potentially life changing moments.
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Saturday, July 22nd, 2006
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Wednesday, July 19th, 2006
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To any offended by my display at Studio 71 South last night:
It was the water cooler full of margarita's fault. Honest.
And the classic soul records spun by Vito.
The flashes of memory that playback seem like I had a good night.
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Motion.
by Jeremy M. Ensley
we removed the trash from the house
and I noticed
that your Victorian spirit moved through the room,
and there were ashes left behind
from the blazing inferno of living.
and times like these
make the sweeping breaths
dangerously heavy
with liberation.
I can see the edge
though I pretend to ignore it.
I can get so close that
I could predict what
reversing my better instincts would feel like.
sometimes
the missing piece
isn't really missing.
sometimes
the missing piece
doesn't exist.
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Saturday, July 15th, 2006
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Some of you may understand.
Some of you may not.
I did what I had to, so as not to lie to myself.
Friends: I ask you not to choose sides. It's not necessary.
It was mutual.
I still love Sarah, but it's different now.
Times change. People change.
Some for the better some for the worst.
Some go their own way altogether.
None are wrong.
I wish everybody the most happiness they can find, and know that I am here; open-minded, honest, and compassionate. These things are part of me which will never change.
Love Sarah. Love me. Love yourselves.
Wars make people ugly.
To all of you the best,
Jeremy
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