last half, last dance

bad dreams

let them comb out
my hand is never far from the nape
that pale brainstem (yours is pouring)
pushing babies from your base
pushing sorrow to the tips of your frayed strands
you are splitting in your sleep--

you, conductor and conduit
i make ice and tweezer extractions
but you are all electric
and i can't touch that moving malady

in my lungs all along

I want everyone to start listening to Francois Virot so hundreds of his tapes will be ordered to addresses in Illinois and he will come back here soon. I'm afraid the only way I'll see him again is to go to Lyon. I saw him early this summer at south union arts and he is my favorite music. He doesn't have cds right now and there are no mp3s anywhere, but I like giving people rides in my mom's station wagon with his tape, "Yes or No", playing.

If you like you should listen to the four songs on his mypace. The real pleasure, though, is in watching his face and seeing the little coughs and throat clearings like a dog's in his videos, there are two sets on blogotheque. My favorite song right now is I Want to Know, which is not on the tape but on the second set of videos I'll list. It is something of a deep cut (do I understand the meaning of that term) but isn't it nice how "heat" sounds a little like "hate" as in "of your body"? I am sort of in love with this person.

http://www.myspace.com/francoisvirot
http://www.blogotheque.net/Francois-Virot,2776
http://www.blogotheque.net/Francois-Virot-2,3340