new_moon luck is green consuming depression 010722 ... pilgrim A time of seed The new beginnings All potential Kernels of truth Light and shadow Wound together Bindings breaking Now unfold Time does tell 010723 ... tender_square the surface of the moon is sort of like antarctica, but casually draped with snow in some spots, not a blanketed tundra. the sky above is a void matching the landscape, a layering of fine fog. on our right, pale yellow pando dusted white. we cannot see the tapestry of roots beneath the solid ground, the single organism breathing under wheel, yet we know it in the way our hands clasp, the way our pulses beat as one. i drive us across rocky and frozen treads in a roofless vehicle, pointing as we pass, wanting him to capture the scene with his camera—the aperture of our eyes can’t let in the light necessary to burn this to the synapse of memory. 220302 ... raze you know the little organ lick that serves as a bridge between verses in "going nowhere"? that might be one of my favourite moments in elliott smith's entire body of recorded work. even the things he threw away were beautiful. 250125 ... warmthofrelease New Disaster is genuinely one of the better songs in his discography. High Times is pretty haunting, could've fit onto Basement Hill. And how can you not be charmed by Thirteen? Seems like nothing in his terribly brief discography is really overlooked, because there's just not much to overlook. But I'm glad New Moon gets its ddue credit. 250126 ... ovenbird The night brings a new moon just to withhold even reflected light on the eve of solstice. My mind goes dark. There's an angry lump of gristle and bone where my words live and nothing can fight its way through. I wanted to tell you a story about the rock that orbits the earth turning its face away from this blind world, then being born from shadow nine months after I spoke my first word. Instead, I leaf through a lifetime of photo albums that won't show me a different past no matter how many times I turn the pages. I want to find your face. But I never will. 251220 what's it to you? who go blather from