DOG MAN DANDY

CONLEY LOWRANCE | Poet | Co-Editor of the New Sincerity | A blog dedicated to surrealism, aesthetics, and glam rock.

[uutpoetry]

Kandinsky. Improvisation No. 30.

The death wheels just keep rolling in systematic bold shells of sealight

that guise up: on urban sparkle wearing kitchens or ancillary cups.

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–let us not lose sight of the fact that the idea of Surrealism aims quite simply at the total recovery of our psychic force by a means which is nothing other than the dizzying descent into ourselves, the systematic illumination of hidden places and the progressive darkening of other places, the perpetual excursion into the midst of forbidden territory, and that there is no real danger of its activities coming to an end so long as man still manages to distinguish an animal from a flame or a stone–heaven help, I say, the Surrealist idea from beginning to progress without its ups and downs.

Second Manifesto of Surrealism, André Breton  (via thespiritcodes)

[uutpoetry]

Except for that it was automatically the century before this one. Thus we are made aware of the continuity of times that were, and time itself is revealed not as a series of rooms but a single corridor stretching into the truth: an alpine pasture, with a few goats and, in the distance, a hovel. It is high noon.

John Ashbery (via uutpoetry)

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Conley Lowrance can make a hangover sound poetic. Check out three of his poems:

Poetry by Conley Lowrance

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HANGOVERS

In the mornings, I wake to watch white dogs— leashed with ribbons of dew—hide behind buildings. Above me, the gutters are filled with hyacinths & I can hear the...

[dogmandandy]

YES!

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so excited to share this profile of cynthia schemmer that i wrote for impose. she’s such an inspiring person, and i had a blast hanging out with her in philly for a day. check it out!

[dogmandandy]

So I got three poems up at Columbia Journal, including this one. Check 'em out!! They're full of everything you'd like to read. 

[cosmosonic]

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[dogmandandy]

SUEDE // WE ARE THE PIGS

[apoetreflects]

In the street, stars collide, parts of their bodies breaking off like chunks of salt. Still, you hold her, you’re not letting go. She’s the bright-colored bird with real feathers and a toy heart, or toy feathers and a real heart. When all this started you were lying on a couch. Now your rise through the ceiling, now you’re roiled in a cloud, now you’re rain falling toward its target: a room in flames.

Gregory Orr, “Muse of Midnight,” from The Caged Owl: New & Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2002)

[dogmandandy]

So I submitted a 33 1/3 proposal on Dog Man Star and I probably won't get it but if I do, I would die. But not before I wrote it, that is.

[nineteeneighties]

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[sleepwalkinthepark]

Shortly after the disintegration of the New York Dolls in 1975, guitarist Johnny Thunders and drummer Jerry Nolan formed the Heartbreakers. The original lineup consisted of the duo plus former Television bassist Richard Hell. Hell would soon after resurface as the leader of Richard Hell & the Voidoids. 

[art-and-fury]

A word and everything is saved. A word and all is lost.

André Breton (via apoetreflects)

[fuckyeahtattoos]

Got this a few weeks ago from my friend Captain Morgan who works at Trick or Treat Tattoo in Nashville. Located on the back of my calf. Altered slightly from the book, ‘Emily The Strange’. 

[dogmandandy]

I know that dood! He's the best. Love the piece. 

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Kittens are on their way down to Charlottesville, Virginia. Their chance of finding a home down there is way higher. 

[dogmandandy]

Anyone in New York City looking two adopt two really sweet cats? They really need a forever home and I can't have six... http://newyork.craigslist.org/brk/pet/4029008296.html

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Do you still remember: falling stars, how they leapt slantwise through the sky like horses over suddenly held-out hurdles of our wishes—did we have so many?— for stars, innumerable, leapt everywhere; almost every gaze upward became wedded to the swift hazard of their play, and our heart felt like a single thing beneath that vast disintegration of their brilliance— and was whole, as if it would survive them!

Rainer Maria Rilke, ”Falling Stars,” translated from the German by Albert Ernest Flemming (via apoetreflects)