Perpetual Motion Machine

Ghost ships, when identified as such, are moved to the back row of the docks. But not quarantined.  They float among us  

Change, like the wind Like the water, like skin This evokes Blowin’ in the Wind for me, winds of change etc. the classic metaphor of grand scale optimism. Then it’s made visual: wind on water, I see the ripples, the water being acted upon by ceaseless motion that is ultimately reflective of the passing of time. Then it’s made personal: the ripples in my own skin, ultimately reflective of the passing of time. The next line could have been about sagging glass, the poetic myth of glass being an extremely slow liquid losing its shape over the centuries, like the stained glass in cathedrals looks like weeping.

 Islamizing schools Kill the Indian to save the man

 and held the note as it bloomed out like a giant searchlight into the human intelligence void

From high up in the rib cage of the San Francisco amphitheater, we watch in silence the lone figure of Jeff Magnum stepping into the spotlight, clutching a guitar. It’s been years, and we're almost different people now from the ones who first found Neutral Milk Hotel a viable new tweaking language of broken dream logic and craft fair ejaculate. We can't believe he's alone. All we know is he went crazy after From the Airplane Over the Sea--of course he did. That and On Avery Island were art objects screaming mental illness. But he starts in on The King of Carrot Flowers, Pt. One, that pure punk strum and I'm already fucking swaying. 

When at last, all your desires are met and soothed in real time  You will move away to the good company of machines swing the hammer, ring the bell and win a prize under infinite night sky and wilderness chill to perfect harmony with the responsive void  a choc full wilderness