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I adore Jesse Lortz as a writer, and as a musician.

The World Is Just A Shape To Fill The Night was the beginning of a new movement for him, a step in a more indulgent poetic direction. He could finally write only what he wanted, with no need to satisfy any other members of a project. After The World… came the release of his first chapbook (as Case Studies), You Taught Me What Fire Is For, a collection of poems from the first record as well as two additional pieces. Since then, Jesse told us that he will be recording the next album in December and releasing it next year.

The song featured above is the original version of “Villains”, the first song he wrote as Case Studies, which will be released as a 7” this winter by Sweet Rot Records.

With all of this comes a temporary conclusion, a reason to publish these paragraphs: Case Studies has published all of the poetry from the next record online. You can read them all here.

I wanted to share my favorite, below.

Like The Sea

I had a dream last night
of smashing a stone into another man’s face.
There was nothing of his nose or his eyes or his teeth.
His blood splashed on my chest.
And as I hoisted the stone above my head
with your hand on my shoulder you spoke to me.
But I never did hear what you said.
A telephone rang.

And in Detroit, in an abandoned mansion
a policeman was strolling, he was warning me.
And at the foot of my bed he sat smiling, expectantly.
So I took the birthday belt from my jeans
slashing leather across his cheek.
As I swung and I swung once again
his skin bloomed like a flower hungry for the Spring.

I had a dream last night
I walked the road with my father’s feet
and I could see everything I ever wanted
just floating in space.

I had a dream last night
of you on the floor on your hands and knees
and my fingers were strumming inside of you
and you had a microphone in your face.

I had a dream last night
you were on a train going East.
Over mountains and tunneling into the Earth
you had gone away.
And when you’d traveled as far as you could
you turned and looked back and you waited for me
but I was too fragile and frail to follow you
so I just waved like the sea.

p.s. Interview coming soon(?).

p.p.s. The above collage is by Arturo Medrano.