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The above audio is a reading of Charles Bukowski’s Nirvana by Tom Waits

The poem in it’s written form follows.

Nirvana by Charles Bukowski

not much chance,

completely cut loose from

purpose,

he was a young man

riding a bus

through North Carolina

on the wat to somewhere

and it began to snow

and the bus stopped

at a little cafe

in the hills

and the passengers

entered.

he sat at the counter

with the others,

he ordered and the

food arived.

the meal was

particularly

good

and the

coffee.

the waitress was

unlike the women

he had

known.

she was unaffected,

there was a natural

humor which came

from her.

the fry cook said

crazy things.

the dishwasher.

in back,

laughed, a good

clean

pleasant

laugh.

the young man watched

the snow through the

windows.

he wanted to stay

in that cafe

forever.

the curious feeling

swam through him

that everything

was

beautiful

there,

that it would always

stay beautiful

there.

then the bus driver

told the passengers

that it was time

to board.

the young man

thought, I’ll just sit

here, I’ll just stay

here.

but then

he rose and followed

the others into the

bus.

he found his seat

and looked at the cafe

through the bus

window.

then the bus moved

off, down a curve,

downward, out of

the hills.

the young man

looked straight

foreward.

he heard the other

passengers

speaking

of other things,

or they were

reading

or

attempting to

sleep.

they had not

noticed

the

magic.

the young man

put his head to

one side,

closed his

eyes,

pretended to

sleep.

there was nothing

else to do-

just to listen to the

sound of the

engine,

the sound of the

tires

in the

snow.

A Brooklyn Refuge

On the other side of the platform a train is stopped, doors shut. Two police officers strut quickly down the edge of the platform followed by a short white man. Squat and bloodied his eyes glassy with disorientation. Blood makes it’s way from a small laceration on his hairless scalp into his shirt collar. The police look through the windows into the subway car looking for a face. All they receive is cars filled with anxious folk with slack looks of one who is inconvenienced. The bloodied man struts behind, the victim of some attack, some assault, by a man or women. Perhaps grown hungry or desperate, or perhaps drug addled and disoriented or some-other causeless excuse for meanness and violence.

I emerge from the scene into the endless gray of a Brooklyn January. It strikes no cord this hardness. Violence is common in these streets. Violence and it’s kin are fixtures of this landscape in as much as the brownstones and beer cans which line it’s blocks.

As I walk down President Street, I think about going to Toomey’s a Diner on Empire and Rogers. I think about the hot coffee and the calm nice waitress. The folks chewing the fat at the bar over coffee and a slice of lemon merenge pie. The musical cacophony of Caribbean tongued waitress, and Russian tongued owner. I think about this place as some oasis. Some refuge from the surrounding harshness. Some Nirvana.

I confide in such places, in diners and the folk that populate them. They are not only a refuge from harshness, but time. One can always know what to expect when entering a Diner.The sort of folk and food, the sort of calm.

Don’t get me wrong. There is no where I would rather be right now than these streets. Like the simultaneous cacophonous and beautiful music created by tongues of Trinidadians Russians in conversation. Brooklyn is simultaneously in discord and harmony. It draws it’s beauty from it’s contrasts. Ethnic, geographic, economic, and other wise, it’s beauty is in the violence of it’s discord. In it’s refusal of one set standard or method of living, and the possibility created by these interchanges.

Brooklyn will never grow stagnant it will always be in a constant state of rupture.

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MiM0SA – FUTURE TRiLL MiX

Bay area bass wonder kid MiM0SA made this mix exclusively for URB, which dropped last Thursday. However it’s kinda the perfect “melt into the zone” mixtape for this über gloomy rainy day here in SD. A slick 22 minutes in length it features a universe of some of the latest astro-bass tracks as well as several of his own originals from his album Sanctuary, devised to suck you into the orbit.

DOWNLOAD HERE.

FUTURE TRILL MIXXX TRACKLIST
1. NiNA SiM0NE – Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood
2. THE T0UCH – Bodies Waiting (FRENCH FRiES REMiX)
3. DARK SKY – Be Myself
4. MiM0SA – Pink Sprite
5. DiSCL0SURE – I Love… That You Know
6. STAGGA – Wild For The Night (D0SHY REMiX)
7. LUNiCE – I See U (GiRL UNiT REMiX)
8. TEETH – Shawty
9. JAY-Z KANYE WEST – Niggas In Paris (MiM0SA REMiX)
10. MiM0SA – Ice Box
11. AFRiKA HiTECH – Out In The Streets
12. MiM0SA – Dirty Money
13. Sleepyhead – Summer Lovin

Here’s the rundown of some of Mimosa’s upcoming US tour dates. None of which are anywhere near San Diego.

Thurs, Jan 19 – Georgia Theatre (Athens, GA) – w/ Lunice
Fri, Jan 20 – Music Farm (Charleston, SC) – w/ Lunice
Sat, Jan 21 – Neighbourhood Theatre (Charlotte, NC) – w/ Lunice
Tues, Jan 24 – Zydeco (Birmingham, AL) – w/ Lunice
Wed, Jan 25 – Lyric Theatre (Oxford, MS) – w/ Kastle
Thurs, Jan 26 – The Valarium (Knoxville, TN) – w/ Kastle
Fri, Jan 27 – Cannery Ballroom (Nashville, TN) – w/ Kastle
Sat, Jan 28 – The Pageant (St. Louis, MO) – w/ Kastle
Sun, Jan 29 – Granada Theatre (Lawrence, KS) – w/ Kastle
Fri, Mar 2 – Snowball Music Festival (Avon, CO) – Festival runs March 2^nd-4^th. MiM0SA’s day TBA.

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threeside:

Kuz it’s our love.

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fearbear:

(End of the World [Tristan and Isolde] - City of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra)

If the world ends this year, this will be the song I blast from the rooftops.

Played 90 times.

[ melancholia ] [ end of the world ]

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