chRis K. Kostrzak

Dancer.Astronaut.Pornographer

Polo, Plastic, Breathing, Brooding, Lowriding, Disappearing-- Philanthropy, Taxidermy... Orangina

Eggers, Bukowski, Baudelaire, Thompson, Vonnegut, Banks, Baer, Zinn, Frankl, Fante, Welsh, Burroughs, Orwell, Rimbaud, Sedaris, Murakami, House of Leaves, The Dirt, Elegant Universe, Charlie Wilson's War... AND FINE! BRET EASTON ELLIS! SO I WAS YOUNG AND JEALOUS-- GET OFF ME!

PTA, Payne, Solondz, boyle, Bunuel, Figgis, Kieslowski, Kaufman, Anderson, Jeunet, Coppola2, Scorsese, Kubrick, Antonioni, Irritu, Godard, Stone, Fellini, Godard, Zwigoff, Noe, Midnight Cowboy, Night of the Hunter, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, The Celebration, Cinema Paradiso, After Life, Buffalo 66, The Swimmer, Gummo, Blade Runner, In America, Igby Goes Down, Irreversible, Sherman's March, Gates of Heaven, Vernon, Florida, Grey Gardens, Wet Hot American Summer, TARNATION, The Battle of Algiers, Mishima, Syriana, Turtles Can Fly, Songs From The Second Story

Radiohead, Postal Service, GNR, Bjork, Buckley, Motley Crue, The Gaylords, Sigur Ros, Stone Roses, Ride, Elbow, Joy Division, New Order, The Cure, Outkast, Cornelius, Sanders, Coltrane, Primal Scream, QOTSA, Modest Mouse, Y.Y.Y's, Jesus & Mary Chain, Wu Tang, Saul Williams, Bright Eyes, Tricky, Tribe, Fischerspooner, Nina Simone, Feist, South, Interpol, Bach, Mozart, Billie Holiday, Air, Luciano Pavarotti, Stellarstarr, Vivaldi, Messiaen, Serge Gainsbourg, Interpol, REO, ELO, Journey, Stones, Beatles, Bowie, Hendrix, Nick Drake, Mars Volta, The Rapture, The Penguin Cafe Orchestra, CAN, Sparks, Tool, Metallica, Yum Yum, Death Cab For Cutie, Sabbath, Damien Rice, Lou Reed, Kanye West, the Faint, Beta Band, Doves, Badly Drawn Boy, Broken Social Scene, Velvet Underground, Iggy Pop, Autolux, Metric, Dizzee Rascal, Kasabien, Spoon, Tom Mcrae, A Band of Bees, Wolfmother, MIA, Cut Copy, M83, Clap Your Hands And Say Yeah!, Neon Blonde...

The Colbert Report!!!!, Daily Show, Knife Show, ALI G, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Rome, CHIPS, Miami Vice

The eternal now less hard to take but harder to fake
a cool face at the outcome. The drums still beat but the
beat slows some as feet have felt this floor before and
the rhythm isn't so solid and can't take you away
as far as it used to but continues to give way to wax
mannequin memories of faded faces that used to smile more
and adore the dance, not need the beat. Heat seeking
crippled egos strike the cloud covered sky-- Lightning on
the wing of a plane-- Pain and the stained sheet sanity
of lonely famed f*cks who chuckle at the way they still
lay down with no fear that a kiss might just kill them in
their sleep.

my killer... or Monica Vitti (circa 1960)