November 2010
4 posts
cicely hey
late afternoon wake-up
shes flown
autumn wafts through a broken window
Listen
July 2010
5 posts
“If someone tells you “you dont need a gun”—you better bring...”
Que Suerte!: Cap’n Jazz
Three Children
…Lotte’s heart raced as she watched Karl raise his pistol at Teddy and fire. The smoke from the shot immediately cloaked the loose gravel of the dueling field in a haze; as it cleared, Lotte shrieked, as she knew his rival’s bullet had found it’s mark when she saw his yellow sash soaked crimson. As she rushed toward Teddy’s crumpling figure, Lotte was taken aback as...
What White People Eat (for a Party)
(taken from a shopping list discovered 7/6/10 in a parkinglot in franconia)
macaroni salad
chicken salad (small)
crackers (keebler)
lunch meat
cheese (jar velveeta)
apple pie
cascade
garbage bags
cookies
corn (white)
June 2010
6 posts
Apologia Pro Calcei de Domi
House shoes are an indispensable item of any man’s wardrobe. Why walk about the house barefoot, after the fashion of a slack-jawed hillperson; when one may ensconce one’s feet in the regal splendor of corduroy? Apart from fashion, house shoes accord the wearer the ability to slide over materials as diverse as linoleum, carpet, brick, and hardwood flooring. Sure, one could do much of...
Love of Diagrams: “What are You Waiting...
The City of Caterpillar: And You’re...
Finally!
Finally finished the repairs to my 1200 series VM record changer. The rubber lining the inside of the turntable platter had turned to a black, tar-like substance, and the rubber on the idler wheel had extensive pitting; all of which made playback at a constant rate of speed impossible. Sadly, i dont have access to spare parts for a 50-year-old machine; so i had to make do with lining the platter...
May 2010
8 posts
Kate Bush: Wuthering Heights
Boredom is a tightrolledcigarette. A feeling follows its own life, draws its breath through a yellowpapertooth; boredom is death. You could say that were all repaid our kindnesses in misdeeds, but youd be forgetting that none of of us ever had it coming, reallytruly; were not that nice. Going away. If we were in a tree living so well that bees wanted to sing and sting; well, youd have to smile...
The Thinking Toys: Our Scenario
Weezer: Susanne
Best lyric-“when i met you...
April 2010
13 posts
My Bloody Valentine: Soft as Snow
“So I beg of you, all my fine lechers, if you find any of these same widows worth...”
– Francois Rabelais; (tr. J.M. Cohen)
Malady: Well Again
Amanda Woodward: Binaire et Lisible (La Decadence...
the thing about literary translation
Right now, I’m reading an impossibly genteel translation of Francois Rabelais’ Gargantua and Pantagruel by J. M. Cohen. I say “impossibly”, because one of the main themes of the work is an intolerance for the very same prudishness that the translator foists upon the reader here. I read a much better translation of this work when i was in high school, and finding it...
the thing about fate
Fate is essentially nothing more than the important and unresolved contradictions within your mind being made manifest in your particular physical reality. Which is why it always seems so rotten…essentially, it’s you lol
Danke: the paleolithic discovery of feeling