Semioanalysis Discotheque
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
 
C'est tres difficile, having a virtual body; I can hardly drag the Filene's bags along behind my sentence, lifting them then with urgent arms into the SUV. I lumber among your dark cicatrix of house and trance, where the Rambo falls mainly on the plaque-fighting ingredients!

 
Today I am feeling the nostalgia for your Rod McKuen.

Saturday, August 07, 2004
 
I have insomnia this evening, so I got out my old ABBA albums and performed a reminiscence. I am truly digested by this music! It performs such a realignment of the inner paradigm, and may I also humbly submit that this band "totally fucking rocks," as you Americans would say. I want to be a poet who writes love songs to votre cans of soup in the grocery store. After that...who knows? Carnegie hall? In fact, I am currently working on a series of poems based on ABBA's songs which employ the technique of appropriation, using the exact same lyrics that ABBA wrote and presenting them as my own. The goal of this project is to mobilize the ideology of our aural environment as a site of resistance while I make loud squelching noises with my sweaty hand clasped in my armpit. Here is number 452 of the series:

Super Trouper

Super Trouper
beams are gonna blind me
but I won’t feel blue
like I always do
’cause somewhere in the
crowd there’s you

I was sick and tired
of everything
when I called you
last night from Glasgow
all I do is eat
and sleep and sing
wishing every show
was the last show
so imagine I was
glad to hear you’re coming
suddenly I feel all right
and it’s gonna be
so different when
I’m on the stage tonight

Tonight the
Super Trouper
lights are gonna find me
shining like the sun
smiling, having fun
feeling like a number one
tonight the
Super Trouper
beams are gonna blind me
but I won’t feel blue
like I always do
’cause somewhere in the
crowd there’s you

Facing twenty thousand
of your friends
how can anyone
be so lonely
part of a success
that never ends
still I’m thinking
about you only
there are moments when I
think I’m going crazy
but it’s gonna be alright
everything will be
so different when
I’m on the stage tonight

Tonight the
Super Trouper
lights are gonna find me
shining like the sun
smiling, having fun
feeling like a number one
tonight the Super Trouper
beams are gonna blind me
but I won’t feel blue
like I always do
’cause somewhere in the
crowd there’s you

So I’ll be there
when you arrive
the sight of you
will prove to me
I’m still alive
and when you take
me in your arms
and hold me tight
I know it’s gonna
mean so much tonight

Tonight the
Super Trouper
lights are gonna find me
shining like the sun
smiling, having fun
feeling like a number one
tonight the
Super Trouper
beams are gonna blind me
but I won’t feel blue
like I always do
’cause somewhere in the
crowd there’s you

 
Sometimes I worry so much about what my audience thinks of me that I break out in sores around the entire lining of my mouth from toxic stress. After all, I have no other life but you. Your new book is in my hand right now while I type this!!! My shrine to you is bigger than my shrine to that other dickhead. Shhh...don't tell anyone...


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