The YOLO Pages
Ah yes what better way to continue the hot off the presses YOLO Pages coverage than with a piece featuring the phrase YOLO. Yes that is exactly what Liz Bowen does!
Liz Bowen is wow. Her explanation about YOLO is perfect. To be positive is not an easy thing ever. Problems are always going to exist in the world. By taking on those issues the world can become better. Negativity is such an easy thing to rely on because it requires little work. Depression comes from a lack of effort. Of course sadness will always be a part of life. Sadness gets downright beautiful right after it goes away when a positive thing happens and suddenly the days of awfulness can pass even for a moment.
Melissa Broder understands that love means in sickness and in health. Easy enough with healthiness love is harder with the sickness. Regret comes with death. With death someone asks typically if the dead want fries with that. Death is a commercial enterprise and gets lots of free press via the obituaries. Houseplants need to have a bit of the wild side brought into them. That’s what makes them a nice approximation of nature.
Jos Charles gets the truth about pop psychology and Hugh Grant. Few ever want to confront Hugh Grant. Life with Hugh Grant is unbearable yet there he is on the big screen doing the same thing without an end in sight. Suffering is a rough thing and works like sandpaper: smoothing out the roughness in life. Early on babies cry but with enough experience they gradually learn the horrible truths of the world and figure out which are the ones worth the tears and which ones are ones that can be stopped. Love letters in the sky consist of the sunrise and sunset. When the sun leaves it knows it will be back and when the sun comes back it knows it will leave. Cyclical everything with enough rotations the world gradually changes. The awfulness of the world can overwhelm yet it does get better but it takes effort.
Richard Chiem survives. The worst happens without any warning. A normal day happens right before the surreal. Remember the worst because the best will seem so much better in comparison. Life does it all the time. Faking out people is a terrible thing injury does before it adds the insult. Doctors try to prevent the worst since they see the worst on a daily basis. Less jaded doctors are more sensitive to the needs of the downtrodden.
Santino Dela sells pizza poems. They are pizzas that are pure poetry. Yes pizzerias across the world are poetry powerhouses. Life is meant to be changed every day. Greatness needs work and that is why people practice. Nobody is born perfect nor will they ever become perfect. Enough work eventually manifests itself in the beauty of the world.
Of course like all good blog coverage this one ends with a pizza. Day one is done. The other days will be here shortly. YOLO Pages has no lack of coverage from the bloggable Beach Sloth.
excerpts from KNIFE SHOW
by Shaun Gannon
on the Keep Away site today
click the photo to read
So here is the second track from my lost tracks that I discussed last week
I don’t remember who I recorded these with, but I am getting a clearer idea
I hope to be able to tell you who they actually were soon
I am singing and playing guitar and/or bass
I do now have dates for when these were recorded
The dates were from April 30 to May 10 2007
This is one of the better recordings (better than the recording I released last week)
I am pretty sure I had never been to a happy hour in my life at this point in my life, so I don’t know why I called it that
Maybe I saw a sign outside a bar
Or maybe it was from one of those food-based “happy hours”
Those exist, right?
Lemme know what you think
Sort of proud of this one
bin laden had a great brand
mom picks me and my sister up from school
only one channel plays anything besides the same clip
it’s a list of casualties scrolling yellow on blue
my dad was working construction on that block
at the top of the repeating list is ’manuel abreu’
the 2 hours we thought he was dead felt ’gnomic’
my dad came home and our home unclenched
as we all hugged for once i kept thinking, like,
‘i wonder what the dead manuel abreu was like’