Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Say Nice Things About Detroit



Hey readers, hope all is well! I'm working on a big blog project (and video from the spiritual home of Iggy Pop, Hamtramck) so I'm going to come back tomorrow with you tomorrow with new stuff. I hope you've bought Laura's book already! It's fantastic. The post title comes from an old campaign to make our beautiful city palatable to people. But you know what, fuck that! Detroit doesn't need nice things said about it -- it is a nice thing. Be well, my lovelies.

Michelle's Spell of the Day

"Look, you're here to see me, and I can't go on until my dealer is here, and he's waiting to be paid, so give me some money so I can fix up, and then you'll get your show." Iggy Pop

Cocktail Hour
Drinking music suggestion: The Idiot Iggy Pop

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Tuesday!

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

The heathen piss(Stella Artois) company bought Bud!--Ed McMann

Anonymous said...

Zee Belgians haf zee beer gartens in Daytroyit, eh?--Inspector Clueso

JR's Thumbprints said...

The White Stripes got nothing on the Igster. "I'm bored, chairman of the board."

Charles Gramlich said...

This'll probably get me in trouble, but now that the Belgians have bought the Budweiser factory maybe they'll start making beers that taste better.

Istvan said...

TO DREAM OF SKATING ON ICE

“To dream of skating on ice means
satisfaction with a current project.”
--Dictionary of Dreams

Amidst white groves
Inside a lilac tree
I gaze at airy flows across a frozen lake.

Like soaring birds
We are all of us, skating on ice.
Spanning dense curdling circuits
Ring-shaped,
Effortless,
Dazzling as a diamond dream
Before the break.

Beneath the brightness, I see a shadow
And the semblance watches me.
A shrill remembrance,
The impervious stare of quartz:
A trade-off between tomorrow and the past.

The break below shatters a ruptured skyline.
Its path
Squalls out for meaning.
The meaning is the sea.
I seize the mirror and the likeness looks at me.

Beneath the brightness, I see a shadow
Afloat beneath a pond of ice.
Freezing up in time and space
I drift inside the memory of a winter’s whorl,
Headed to where I came from.

the walking man said...

What Tyree could find no Jim Beam bottles? The art is incomplete!

Fuck no, don't say anything nice about Detroit, we are not particularly nice here. And that is a good thing.

Anonymous said...

Hamtramck is cool. Not the easiest place to pronounce, though.--Native Detroiter

Anonymous said...

Wings Rule!!!!!!!!!!!--JLCGULL

Anonymous said...

Michelob Ultra pas mal.--Frenchy en Detroit

Anonymous said...

Come in to Covergirls in Detroit for a free MGD and schnapps of your choice in Christmas in July!!!--Shelly

laughingwolf said...

lol ...look more like weapons of mass indecision, to me ;)

Anonymous said...

Run like a villain . . .