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Thursday, July 2nd, 2009
3:14 am	July 29 births: Clara Bow, Irwin Corey, Lou Albano .. deaths: Tom Snyder, Luis Buñuel, Cass Elliot 1014: Battle of Kleidion 1966: the motorcycle becomes a *fact* in Bob Dylan's music/non.music .. 2009: the Wedding of Sangria Leibowitz and Pablo Schwartz (as recorded in the marriage bonds of Salem, Virginia) Nevertellmetheodds .. was at the Pittsburgh messageboard / discovered a tour of ... Ultimate Vag with 500 mg (limbs from To Live and Shave in LA and Bardo Pond). used both bands as search terms to see if they'd be playing anyplace near. got a Winston-Salem hit / a private residence on Hawthorne Rd at 8 pm. Cara and i did the 2 1/2 hour drive a-and some kid who just come out of a coma said he didn't know what we were talking about. watched a BAR BAND downtown, had a couple drinks and returned to Roanoke. found a place on the Internet that listed the show on *another* street, in a different house at SIX p.m. not sure what to make of it / unless it was wee promoters fucking with each other, the Publick be damned.. ps/ do you enjoy to read Roanoke Longevity Examiner? 'fess up / you know you do ! Star Search (136199 Eris) [ key words : cello scrotum , guitar nipple , sam harris and dylan klebold ] Current Music: "kali the carpenter" (Neil Hagerty) (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, June 26th, 2009
1:33 pm	"don't lose the smooth, Michael .." Current Music: "Michael Jackson" (Negativland) (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, June 19th, 2009
2:00 pm	Quiet/Normal ("Kindness Atoll, miles from any sea .") .. thinking about Other Summers lately, i could only recall a series of Fall days leading up to the Feast of St. Andrew (itself [post]rainy and warm). the invitation arrived in the mug of August and was discovered in my (meaning our) 3-way Pittsburgh box. a gathering of "old-timers" in the Western Mountains, a New Year's celebration, though i don't know if it fit with or flew against Robert Graves' thorny reckoning. odd they should think of me, an office flunky for a season or two who never quite caught on to the flavor of the place. there was no pay or anything (it was sort of a retreat, except that in most cases people stayed). my father was there in '66 and rolled an unfortunate number in the course of a late night game (he stole away that evening and - for turning his back on the community and, more importantly, his Obligation - became known as "Papa Jinx"). a flood complicated arrival and supplies were being moved from the lower cabins by earnest smiling youth. i noticed considerable staff turnover, the only familiar face being Becky's (perpetually 55ish and still running the office). i met someone whose language i recognized, an on.again/off.again Mennonite g_rl called Catherine or Katherine. we made general comments among the trees as the sun began to set and blue smoak drifted up from Cairn Ciel. as evening moved twards us and we twards it, the scene was marked by sporadic singing along paths smothered in low cloud as well as more private displays. among revellers we separated and i followed a small group into one of the rooms off the main building. in a shallow tiled pool surrounded by candlelight and reverent onlookers reclined a young Asian woman inking herself old.style (pre.electric, i mean) a tattoo of a salamander atop the left breast (a young man in black trunks held a mirror slightly above her dark, prominent nipples as she worked). whispering among the assemblage revealed that he was her boyfriend, that he was rumored to be a hermaphrodite. something i couldn't catch was said aloud and the lady/woman/g_rl growled, "OUT, ALL OF YOU." amid groans, i filed out with the others, to the main path. "what was that all about?" i asked. "someone - probably a new boy - addressed her as Olivia, that's all." "what's her name then?" "Helene. Olivia's the other Asian on staff." "ahh." "'cept it's not quite so simple: Helene and Olivia are twins." "simple mistake." "'cept if it was a new boy, he probably doesn't know that yet." "he will learn." "he'll never forget." Enter "Fritz" character, as.in "th'Cat," as.in Crumb's original .. envision(?) and not the Ralph Bakshi revisioning (might as well be zack snyder..). some - maybe Crumb himself - thought that Fritz was some wishful thinking on his part (though hardly IDish in the Crumbian economy..). Crumb himself claimed to have Richard Fariña in mind, Pynchon's old roommate who married Joan Baez's sister. said Farina's angle was to re-live/revive the Classic Beat Era .. of what exactly? late 40's to late 50's? Crumb seemed to think that Farina had too fond a grip on bourgeois values (is this why the Cuban/Irish American spent some time on the old sod playing IRA? i'm confused. though Burroughs hardly embraced his own background, it was his family connections that saved him when he shot his wife in Mexico City..). does it sound as if i'm poisoning my perception and yours with some steenkeen "Law of Identity"? Christ, i hope not / i hope sincerely to follow the lead of username th' "growingoldest" and *appreciate* that we are not even ourselves, much less Somebody Else... [ KEYWORDS: Balli the Sculptor , Emilio the Nebbish ] HEY! CREATURE! leave them Tims alone ! [ Mistah Stephen W. Terrell from th' Santa Fe New Mexican ] The true magic of the West is summed up in the monologue about motels: Out west they’re always raising holy hell, kicking in walls, shooting guns, having fights and wild parties. Somebody’s always screaming bloody murder or fucking their brains out in the room next door. Back east motels are different. You never hear nothing, not a peep ... course they can kill your ass in either place. It’s just a lot more fun out west. If you’re only interested in the music, Allen distilled most of the songs from Pedal Steal onto a nine-minute medley on his 1999 Salivation album. But there you won’t hear about the spooky man in the Moriarty bar who warns of “The Creature” or Billy’s batty mom or the other lonesome ghosts of Pedal Steal. Current Music: "Aja" - STEELY DAN (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 17th, 2009
11:04 am	Shmoopieland 3.0 FROM: Z SUBJECT: exposition I think things have been going nicely, plot-wise, around here: there's action in the form of the roving gang hanging around the ice-cream shop hassling the locals, there's emotive tension in the form of the ex-lover, Vicki, returning to the small town...for what purpose? We're still unsure about that, but it's okay - Days of Our Lives wasn't completed in a day. The gang is easily dispatched, of course, there being several strapping men about who can easily take on the aging likes of hippie bikers like Elk, Jolson and Hyde - and notice the set-up for the kitty fight, where we all expect the 'nice' Amy to knock down the 'bad-girl' biker moll, Susan. This may not happen, of course, as plots swing wide in this arena - Susan may denounce her evil buddies after Pants gets a little too drunk and knocks her around a bit. If this happens she'll be taken in by the Shmoops and allowed to turn on her 'bad' friends...she might be the integral factor in this respect, the character who tips the balance of power outside the ice-cream shop. We'll be keeping our eyes on her, surely. Now, I have just one piece of advice. If we knew more about the Vicki character it would help to bridge the space between her return and the outcome...(I'm on the edge of my seat...does she need money? Is she pregnant?) This can be emotionally trying for the bud character, but he's no stranger to drama. Okay - quiet on the set and.....ACTION!! [ (Emergency ton.of) do da funky chicken ..] She was up there .. Futurama Dr. - off Bandy, aka SR 666 - wondering a. Did i wrote it and b. Did i meant it .. De Marsay's first sex with the girl is transvestite: she puts him in a red velvet gown and woman's cap and shaw. His pleasure is unsurpassed. Is it due to Paquita's virtuosity - or his female drag? Next day, he is furious: "Everything showed him that he had posed for another person." Yet when he returns to the boudoir for a final rendezvous, he initiates the transvestism. His femininity is surfacing. At climax, he is stunned by "the first mortification" of his pampered life: Paquita deliriously calls out a woman's name. He looks for a dagger to kill her, as if sudden action could remedy the affront to manhood. Paquita is clearly imagining her lover as the marquise, a transposition I call sexual metathesis. De Marsay has been drafted into a sexual theater: he exists only to phallicize an absent female lover. The girl with the golden eyes has exploited his virility for her own perverse purposes. Yesterday's thotz/op.inions .. that the Lady who dumped me for the fiddle player has since .. dumped the fiddle player for another / one she describes as "the Magic Mirror" and "the Twilight of the Place." i ahve, perhaps, misread (hardly the first time). here's more the neverending C. Paglia ("Sherry?"): "Shelley's fictive brotherhood is emotional and sexual dialogue with one's double, whose features alter, as in a magic mirror, to those of the opposite sex." thanks to username "toddzombie" .. for putting me in the way of this *most* enjoyable screenplay of Victor de Oliveira. very beyond John Shirley's "Eclipse" trilogy , it is - how you say? - it.is vera own Heavenly Music Corp'ration ! by.way WZBC P_tr_ck The verdict brings to a close a parental kidnapping case that grabbed headlines because of the name Rockefeller and a suspect who claimed to have ties to the family of Standard Oil fame. Testimony presented by both the prosecution and the defense made it indisputable the defendant is really Christian Karl Gerhartsreiter, 48, a German native who emigrated as an exchange student in 1978 and used grand exaggerations and outright lies to repeatedly change identities and invent new lives. The trial revealed more of the fabulist's ridiculous tales: His work with the international Trilateral Commission; the blame he bore for the collapse of the Asian financial markets; and that he ended seven mute years as a child with the word "woofness." The climax came when Rockefeller's former wife took the stand and explained how someone of her pedigree and stature could be so utterly duped by him during the couple's 12-year marriage. Three is never a crowd @ (Vico , Svevo) When they reached the top he made her sit down on the low wall, rested one arm lightly on her knee and sheltered her with his own umbrella from the fine, penetrating rain which had not stopped falling for the last few hours. "I am engaged," she said, in a voice into which she attempted to put a touch of sentimentality, which was very soon banished by a strong impulse to burst out laughing. "Engaged!" Emilio repeated the word. At first he was so incredulous that he at once began to try and discover her reason for telling him such a lie. He peered into her face, and in spite of the darkness he thought he could detect in her expression the sentimentality which had at once disappeared from her voice. It must be true then. Besides, what reason could she have had for telling him a lie? So they had at last found the third person they stood in need of! chazmartinbono http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frank_Swift_Chase* * Cola Turka with vokka or rum , the wedge of lemon , 4,5 h-ts of windowpane (depending on your feel of adventure .._) Current Music: "everything you see (is your own)" - Duster (9 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, June 13th, 2009
7:20 pm	(missed) Wed June 10, Winston-Salem, NC, The Werehouse/Krankies Coffee (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, June 12th, 2009
3:09 pm	Next Week: Uschi Obermaier ! meanwhile.. (data stolen from gethexadecimal) Current Music: Senilità (Italo Svevo) (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 9th, 2009
3:00 pm	Madge Rewatt (sees everthin like this..) - Could you elaborate on the specifics of the extortion of McDonnell-Douglas prior to this event [the induced crashes of DC-10 aircraft] and, specifically, how it was done, for how long and payments and amounts? You had mentioned that there was an Airbus which was competing, could you explain the whole groundwork on that? By Stephen: suil, suil, suil arun, suil go siocair agus nuil go cuin (walk, walk, walk your way, walk in safety, walk with care). By Bloom: kifeloch, harimon rakatejch m'baad l'zamatejch (thy temple amid thy hair is as a slice of pomegranate). - After three, he said. Who's riding her? O. Madden (and a game filly sHe is ..) "I think the exclamatory style of Epipsychidion partly comes from the aggressive force needed to break into the near-autistic consciousness of this kind of glamourous androgyne, with his or her dreamy apartness. Remember the Witch of Atlas' Hermaphrodite: all that buzzing and murmuring, that labial self-love. The girl as beautiful boy is a silver automaton hearkening to its own inner music. Narcissists receive callers without opening the door..." Solving for Two Unknowns yLost yGawn Stockard Channing In 1978, at the age of 33, she took on the role of high school teenager Betty Rizzo in the hit musical Grease. Her performance earned her the People's Choice Awards for Favorite Motion Picture Supporting Actress. That year, she also played Peter Falk's secretary in Neil Simon's film The Cheap Detective. Current Music: (3002 10 80) (Comment on this)
Monday, June 1st, 2009
2:53 am	Th' Nine .. it was four couples plus Pastor Shadrach inside th' bar. the youngest female there was Reba, someone i'd previously onlyseen photos of (where the flash gives her "devil eyes") / oldest male was Burt (the subject of a pilgrimage in an old Hollywood movie called Sherman's March) / with sad discrepancies extending 'long the usual routes ("In her bosom she bears the poison of the arakime"). just another night, i guess. the ride up, the ride down was marked by Mexican Radio (actually a Spanish-language station out of High Point). observed the unusual vocal cadences of a drunk Chilean lawyer, all done up in proper black (with Sandra Black, Morgantown's finest, *there* on the jukebox). LJ has reprimanded him for copyright infringement. secret: not every Russian knows the intricacies of American law. and your average American former file clerk knows how to squeeze out a couple extra miles from this fact (as for his colaborador, well, she [lj user "growingoldest"] is just Reacting..). you will start out standing .. proud to steal her anything she sees, you will start out standing proud to steal her anything she sees, but you'll wind up peeking through a keyhole down upon your knees. three dervishes walk into a bar.. ...no, no, hear me out - there's a Rabbi too, Jones Ellerach: "you say the Center's closing down." "she says the Center's closing down." "Cara Kastritsis..." "*shhh*, don't say the rest of it." "why not?" "she'll take it as a request, you know, for her presence." "but how can she hear us from the Mountain?" "it doesn't matter : she could be eating her mother's flesh in the Andes and she'd hear us still !" Blake's dreadful fate was to see the abyss from which most men shrink: the infantilism in all male heterosexuality. Criticism's disregard of Blake's blatant sadomasochism has censored him. Like Spenser, he left a message that remains unread. "the first assault upon my day" always pleased to hear a new record by Richmond's King of Pop Scott Brookman. standing in the shadows of hovering production, a few familiar names: children's author Cece Bell and Danny Conner (wrote Aurora Paralysis' greatest hit, "Borrow My Body" and, um, their best unrecorded song "Triple Crown"). will most certainly put a review upon this one in the coming days. little brown jug "..a-and the banjo and.." "nope, that was a GIFT / you gave it to me twice, remember? once for my birthday and once was for Christmas. a gift - do you follow? g-i-f-t." "hm" "here, you may take this brown jug." "but that was a gift as well..." "yes, but it has no value." ..and so it goes. took the jug home and ... it contained a djinn: "well, shit an' shinola," i thought. you are seeing perhaps visions of Peggie Castle*, but it's not like that at all. it's about *something* more along the lines of - with complete honesty - being able to say: "oh no, i couldn't possibly take your money. i'm more concerned with helping Mr Holstein .. and by 'help,' i mean preventing him from hurting himself or others - by every means available - because, well, i care a lot and i'm sure you do too !" [ * having trouble? go to "noir" / then pCastle / then first image for The Golden Horde (1951) -- trust me on this !] th'Comedian as the Letter .. ...V.B. -- "Venus Barbata," i mean, a-and what she lacked the patience to Hear : Blake's "hard and wirey line of rectitude" is the sharp Apollonian contour I have traced to the incised edges of Egyptian art. It is Blake's barrier against nature, a perceptual device by which objects and persons gain their identity. Spenser too identifies virtue with sharp-edged personality, and sloth and vice with melting dissolution of form. Blake condemns "blotting and blurring" in art, "broken lines, broken masses, and broken colours." He calls chiaroscuro, originating in Leonardo's ambiguous sfumato, "that infernal machine," cranking out the murk of hell. Johnsburg, Illinois "In his Parliament of Birds, Attar speaks of the misunderstanding of subjective emotions which causes men to believe that certain experiences ('the smile of the princess') are special gifts ('admiration') whereas they may be the very reverse ('pity'). Many have been misled, because this kind of literature has its own conventions, into believing that Sufi classical writings are other than technical descriptions of psychological states." hacking daddy's closet *to.night* on the Brian Turgenev Show ... Gilbert & Scala ... a couple hits at least with "(we ain't got) nothin' yet" and "tobacco road." and maybe a cover of Village-mate David Bloo's "queen of my nights." me? i'll take th' Magoos' take ennyday over Bloo's. his music sucked, but the man born "Stuart David Cohen" turned up in a number of cinematic curiosities: Wim Wenders' The American Friend, a TV movie about Patty Hearst and, oo.wee, one of the worst movies i've ever seen (*so* bad that i'd gladly watch it again if i could find my VHS..) -- Neil Young's Human Highway (1982). Devo's "Worried Man" is inspired, but you can prolly enjoy it on youtube. movie's full of people who'd later turn up in David Lynch projects: Russ Tamblyn, Dean Stockwell, Dennis Hopper and Charlotte Stewart (who went from birthing a monster in Eraserhead to playing spouse to secret spaceman Major Briggs / did i mention she was once the schoolmarm on "Little House on the Prairie"?): Ev'rything is fucked up, It's all comin' down, an' it takes a worried man to sing a worried song ! Current Music: "Carpet Man" (5th Dimension) (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, May 24th, 2009
3:09 am	Steal This Retrocausal Events Matrix "The fact is that every writer creates his own precursors." - Borges (thanks again to flavordav for the Victoria tip AND notification of the re.occurence of the Charles Hollander Lot 49 essay !) Machine Messiah Via the unconscious displacement of the transcendental impulse into fantasy, the machine has served for almost four hundred years as the principal Trojan horse for the supernatural in our rationalized existence. "DOWN at the station at one in the morning there's a trainload of strangers that just hit town. One has a top hat and one has a falcon and although they just arrived they know their way around." The American Rational The worship of the fact, of solid documentable information, is a reality of mainstream American culture. The religion of the empirical carries with it the strong impulse to rationalize the irrational, to dethrone and "manage" it - a tendency detectable even in Poe, who was, on the surface, an indefatigable ratiocinator not merely in his detective stories but in, for example, his prominent positioning of the bust of Pallas Athena in "The Raven." In his imaginative works, however - and this is a quintessential American contradiction - Poe always sabotaged his own rational constructs. As we will see in Chapter 7, the goddess of reason and wisdom is no match for a greasy-feathered black bird and the ancient tradition he brings with him through the window... it's old songs like these i return to in figuring out how to think about Now. a component of recent drama was ... Who has assumed the mask of New York Playwright Jeffrey Stanley? between Jeff and, inadverently, Noah Baumbach, i was set on the trail of ... Terry Allen recordings. welcome? you bet! as for th'Drama, it's manifested itself in several forms - from the public Web to the private message / somebody ghosting ("mocking up") an exaggerated JS persona that *seems* frozen inna "time closet" of 1985 (i would argue that the adult Jeff would find himself challenged to write some of this stuff). anyway, one theory i've been toying with is that the troo Author (detective, writer, daughter..) is none other than .. let us call her Ernestine Stavros-McMillan. let us, in fact, tip our hat to her - potentially - as "the better Metafictionalist." masquerading as a prudish late modernist middlebrow given to giving Cezanne canvases the "what for" with a lead-tipped parasol, Ms Stavros-M is always three or four steps beyond whatever you or i timidly recognize as "art," here in this blind idiot backwater known.as the 21st century... ps/ http://www.nevertellmetheodds.org/t.php?id=89553&r=116. "OUT to a house at the edge of the town they're bringing Thunderbird wine and a pound of hash. C'mon along if you're one of the people because we're going to get the spirit down at the Hoodoo Bash." jas / he tole me bout some kewl moovus, like in Henry Fool (!) "TELL all your friends that you're going out of town and prepare to go out of your natural mind. We're gonna rise when the sun's going down when the spirit starts to hit you'll never know what you'll find." Dick Cheney, crypto-Wahhabi? [ you know it, m_thafucker ..] cry me a river (knit me a pot roast) Cleopatra recalls a transvestite game where she decked Antony in her robes and headdress while she strapped on his battle sword. This detail is not in Plutarch, though everything else in the passage is. Surely Shakepeare is directly addressing Spenser here. He takes Artegall's transvestite enslavement to the Amazon queen and recasts it with Dionysian dramatic energy. What is shameful and depressing in Spenser becomes playful and mirthful. Artegall is at a dead end. But Shakepeare's transvestite Antony and Cleopatra give the impression of vitality, of identity opening and multiplying. Exchange of clothing is a paradigm for the emotional union of love. Antony and Cleopatra so interpenetrate that they are mistaken for one another. Spent a little time on the mountain ! Spent a little time on the hill ! Heard some say, "better run away" Others say, "you better stand still" Camille Paglia as herself.. Socially inept garbageman Simon Grim is befriended by Henry Fool, a witty rogue, but untalented novelist. Henry opens the world of literature to Simon, who then writes "the great American poem.” As Simon begins his ascent to the dizzying heights of Nobel Prize-winning poet, Henry sinks to a life of drinking in low-life bars. Henry's own attempts at fame result only in rejection by the same publisher who contracts with Simon to distribute his work. The friends fall out and lose touch until Henry’s criminal past catches up with him and needs Simon’s help in fleeing the country. Pronaos Appalachia, Marxist Birchers The program wound down with a solemn display of Tire Sale's beloved flag, vertically divided into fields of red and green with an odd yellow object situated in the center, something called an etrog and symbolic of the gold of Delphi, though it bore an uncanny resemblance to the lemon. And the fruit itself was not without Mark: on closer inspection there was traced a reclining figure eight, symbol of the Metis nation of tri-racial isolates, once persecuted nigh out of existence by the governments of Canada and the United States, but now reappearing in the strangest of places ... like Willie Nelson's nylon-stringed relic resounding against Shoukichi Kina's python-skinned shamisen... because Tad Dickens didnae make it.. Takeharu Kunimoto & the Last Frontier , 8pm @ Kirk Avenue Music Hall ... straightforward bloograss for the most part , with shamisen by Kunimoto (who, being Japanese, is very team). fine players and delivery. beyond the usual Cream/Louvin Bros. covers, there were some truly *sublime* moments. banjar presence J.P. Mathes teaches at the Kentucky School of Bluegrass and Traditional Music, looks like Drew Carey, and kept mopping his forehead with a Domo-kun handkerchief (the crowd of 60-something Roanokers prolly took the thing for an ordinary Western monster). Current Music: "new speedway boogie" (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, May 17th, 2009
1:13 am	FERALCATSCAN, Khate, and Projexorcism 7pm @ The Water Heater , 813 5th Street SW Wayne (feralcatscan) has come a long way since an impromptu 2001 appearance at the sadly departed Hole in the Wall (Richmondmathcity). props weren't working, fer starters, and he'd yet to crack open and mic his first Speak 'N Spell or, and this is KEY, meet Eastern Virginia's Khate (she ain't no Juice Newton/Kim Carnes/what.have.you, i can promise). those of you who couldn't (were unable to) make it out can enjoy some w_cked D_wnload here. From Tucson to Tucumcari I handed Wanda a Manhattan instead of a salty dog. She said, "I have friends at the South Carolina Arts Commission. You might be too good to get money from them. You have to be really, really primitive for money down there. If you can pretend to be a blind artist who wants to paint murals, they'll give you ten grand." I said, "You ought to quit altogether, Big Jim. Then write a book about the idiots who bought into your story." Vaudeville Hook (a nite @ the Owl) We sat in uneven chairs at a crooked table in a room dominated by a woodstove and a platform one foot high that was barely enough to contain the four players (the sound i remember, clear and bright: guimbri, tabla, uilleann pipes and bass clarinet). Couldn't have been more than thirty persons in the room entire. No beer, no wine, no red whiskey, just clear corn. "Well, you're so different from me. You have no real sense of this task. Coming here to this bar ... it was a momentary impulse that you yielded to. Maury and Bob and your dad and the Stanton are back at MASA with the Lincoln - you have no consciousness of that because you want to sit in a bar and have a drink." She smiled at me genially, tolerantly. "Suppose so," I said. "I'm boring you, aren't I? You really have no interest in me; you're only interested in yourself." "That's so. I realize you're right." "Why did you say you wanted to know everything about me? Why did you say you were almost in love with me except that fear held you back?" "I dunno." Earthquake in the Valley thought something really HEAVY had landed in the yard and somehow bumped against the house / or that Meanness on the Mountain had blown something up ! Mount Pleasant the passing of it's where both my parents grew up, growed up alongside some who left (Lois Weaver) and some who, in th'Valley scheme of things, stayed on (Betty Jo Anthony [née Clark]). just a LAMENT for, among other things, the long-abandoned underground portion ("Color Grove"), a cold War curiosity, set between the back of Aerospace Rd. and Tupelo Way, now grown over, fenced in and demapped (heading east, on your right past Saul Lane) : more broadly (golden cities, golden towns...), between the Jubal Anderson Early Highway through Windy Gap and some shitty strip-mined playground for th'WASP on the make (Ballznsack Golf Club). the more i think on it, the more i'm convinced that everything they touch turns to shit (see "Reverse Midas Syndrome"): mankind will not be happy until the Rockefellers, the Club of Rome, and every other self-appointed elite is exiled to the Martian colonies... Peorgie, convicted felon A little way further on he met a group of people. They were cowering in terror before a large water-melon which had grown in a field. "We have never seen one of these monsters before," they told him, "and it will certainly grow even larger and will kill us all. But we are afraid to touch it." "Would you like me to tell you something about it?" he asked them. "Don't be a fool!" they replied. "Kill it and you will be rewarded, but we don't want to know anything about it." So the dervish took out a knife, advanced upon the melon and cut a slice, which he started to eat. Amid terrible cries of alarm, the people gave him a handful of money. As he left, they said: "Please do not come back, Honoured Murderer of Monsters. Do not come and kill us likewise!" She Must Be Seeing Things (1987) While he ate his breakfast Maury told me about her development. Originally she had been a withdrawn child, what they call encapsulated or introverted. She kept to herself, had all sorts of secrets, such as a diary and private spots in the garden. Then, when she was about nine years old she started having fears at night, fears so great that by ten she was up a good deal of the night roaming around the house. When she was eleven she had gotten interested in science; she owned a chemistry set and did nothing after school but fiddle with that - she had few or no friends, and didn't seem to want any. Wake of the Flood (1973) "Majesty, you can hear the song you wish only if there is a singer, if you are present, and if there is someone to form the channel for the performance of the song. As it is with master-singers and kings, so it is with dervishes and their students. The time, the place, the people and the skills." We Can Build You (1972) The next time in my controlled fugue when I saw her she had definitely aged; her figure was more matronly and she had deep, permanent shadows under her eyes. We stood together in the kitchen doing the dinner dishes; Pris washed while I dried. Under the glare of the overhead light her skin looked dry, with fine, tiny wrinkles radiating through it. She had on no make-up. Her hair, in particular, had changed; it was dry, too, like her skin, and no longer black. It was a reddish brown, and very nice; I touched it and found it stiff yet clean and pleasant to the touch. "Pris," I said, "I saw you yesterday in the hall. Here, where I am, at Kasanin." "Good for you," she said briefly. "Was it real? More real than this?" In the living room I saw Charles seated before the three-D color TV set, his eyes fixed raptly on the image. "Do you remember that meeting after so long? Was it as real to you as it was to me? Is this now real to you? Please tell me; I don't understand anymore." "Louis," she said, as she scrubbed a frying pan, "can't you take life as it comes? Do you have to be a philosopher? You act like a college sophomore; you make me wonder if you're going to grow up." Current Music: "run mollie run" (Henry Thomas) (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 6th, 2009
2:02 am	"vast, lurid, and unending" Henry Flower Esq, c/o P.O. Westland Row, City [ Except for seven, no one returned from Kaer Sidhi ...] @some.level ...all love is combat, a wrestling with ghosts. We are only for something by being against something else. People who believe they are having pleasant, casual, uncomplex sexual encounters, whether with a friend, spouse, or stranger, are blocking from consciousness the tangle of psychodynamics at work, just as they block the hostile clashings of their dream life. Catawba, May 9th, kicking off by noon or one rte 311, N. Roanoke County .. or Salem, if you're the postal service. b-Side the Appalachian Trail pking lot (look for the green balloons !). Black Twigs http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QIQUp-YzV20 who, if you're an Historian, share personnel with: Spiral Joy Band http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=2597875 and PELT http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B_Juttj7zZI or in a train and on a track - Still running, says he. We're all in a cart. Boylan plunged two quid on my tip Sceptre for himself and a lady friend. Ït is not whether a thing has happened or not which is the important element. It is possible for anything to happen. What is, however, important, is the significance of the happening. In your case, there was no significance. In the case of the Prophet, there was significance in the happening." [ Mallow Mall Shopping Center is a place located in the county of Alleghany, Virginia, USA ] Martha to Henry P.S. Do tell me what kind of perfume does your wife use. I want to know. Current Music: "mona lisa lost her smile" (David Allan Coe) (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, May 1st, 2009
9:32 am	Carol Ann Duffy ...a decade late, but wtf? hallelujah ennyway ! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carol_Ann_Duffy talk of "built the stage" BE THERE (catawba mtn, May 9 , beside the Appalachian Trail pking lot on 311). Cara, Bryon, they've been on this tit mightily (will post photos once i figure out how [Englishmuns, the Black Twig Pickers will be coming *your* way - with Jack Rose - early to mid.November]). Steamboat Race @ work no hard feelings? think th'fukk again ! Who am WalterSansSerif? "Life, like a dome of many-colored glass, stains the white radiance of eternity." is this the story of th' Beth Macy? coming soon!! the Honor Industry (& ex-bouquet) Current Music: "the akond of swat" (ken nordine) (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 19th, 2009
7:53 pm	(Message 8) "yeah, you got a match? there's that burning zen monk vietnam war protester over there." "what's that guy doing over there anyway? is he pouring gasoline all over himself? must be some kinda esoteric meditation or something. i think ... well, you know, gasoline is a solvent. it breaks down the material body and lets the astral body ... or something like that." "something like that. i think he's trying to demonstrate - this is a really beautiful teaching - that he's trying to say, like, no matter how great pain is, you don't HAVE to react to it, that you can keep your shit together and ... watch it." "well, yeah, whatever. i think i'd like to have that gas in my CAR, though..." "yeah ... [???], anyway, just tear his finger off and light a joint with it ... 'cept i wish it didn't smell so bad ... well, not as bad as a [insert Betsy Biesenbach joak *here*]. yeah, before it goes out, just tear some of him off before he goes out in case we want to get HIGH in a few hours or something. keep some of him going." "yeah, it's glowing now. just blow on it." "don't try to put him out, you dumb m_therfucker, get those medics out of here. we need to get high!" "get your ass out ... go on, get." "you don't want to put that son of a bitch out." "they act like it's a damn communist country or something. take away our burning monk." "yeah, they act like you can just go over and ... put someone out just to SAVE HIS LIFE or some damn shit like that. i told 'em he was a war protestor i found and ... you know, he told me he wanted to protest the war so ... you know, i showed him that it was a pretty hot idea. he's talking some kinda damn shit about 'OH PLEASE PUT ME OUT, PUT ME OUT.' but, hell, i knew that he was a zen monk..." "i knew that they talk, you know, in riddles and stuff and what they say to do is what you don't want to do 'cause it's a zen puzzle or something." "yeah, it's beautiful, man, it's a beautiful parable: 'PUT ME OUT, PUT ME OUT!'" "beautiful, man." "'HELP ME!' i can dig where you're coming from." "like a rocket, man." "yeah, i'm starting to see the white light, yeah, i'm astrally projecting that ... that time you said, 'OH PLEASE, THIS ISN'T A PARABLE, PLEASE PUT ME OUT. yeah, that even reemphasizes the point that ... the paradox of the universe, the exact opposite of what you say to do is what you really want us to do, yes..." From:1540467**** 05:24pm 04/16/09 (thanks to t3dy for reacquainting me with this stuff) Warning: Hello Down There (1969) ...Tony Randall and Janet Leigh live in underwater house (with Richard Dreyfuss as subaquatic Pop Star). zatara2000 writes: "The film actually has a fairly eccletic and impressive cast including Richard Dreyfuss in one of his very first roles, Roddy McDowell as a Phil Spectoresque music baron, Jim Backus as Randall's angry boss, Ken Barry as the office suck up, Havey Lembeck as a naval officer, and Charlotte Rae as the drunken housekeeper and Merv Griffin shows up as himself." (appeared same year as P.K. Dick's undersea adventure Galactic Pot-Healer). ..yet Delany lives on (albeit as an academic) He tugged at Denny without looking at him. "Я извергнул, и ваша подруга не имела ее оргазма все же. Доберитесь там и делайте с этим кое-что." "Что?" He felt Denny push himself up on one elbow. Kid licked her nose. She squinted. "Я хочу наблюдать, что Вы едите мою сперму из ее влагалища," which was patently untrue. That's what I'm being used for! He wanted to watch her face: Her eyes were half-closed, glistening slivers between the lashes. her upper lip brushed and brushed the lower. Denny's neck was two hard bands with a valley between. Kid pulled it forward. "Продолжите, сделайте это." Current Music: "plane wreck at los gatos (deportee)" - Joan Baez (13 Comments |Comment on this)
2:37 pm	the Death of J.G. Ballard will comment further and later. still recovering from field trip to the NRV ("dept. of dicks & burial hall"). still blinded, essentially, by what.all i did see. stories .. but i need some TIME an' GRAVITY to weave/whittle/whip.up some "shore distance": how do you even tawk about the thing your eyeball's pressed.up so firmly against? Current Music: "sun arise" (Alice Cooper) (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 14th, 2009
12:25 am	One more ...one more night without slee-pin till the till the morning comes cree-pin screen door, what's that secret you're kee-pin? An Interview with the Mitchell Brothers ( To Live and Shave in L.A. ) rain is the color of fartz http://qik.com/video/1326743 Steamshovel Press #6, Winter 1992 An Interview with Deborah Davis Q: The book was pulped before it was distributed? A: No, it was distributed and they recalled it from the bookstores and shredded the entire print run of twenty-five thousand copies. A few copies that had been sold out of the bookstores and had gotten into private hands in the six week period before it was recalled, those books are still around and they are very valuable. The last I heard they were going for sixty dollars in used bookstores. [ "A philosopher easily gets into the position of an incompetent manager who, instead of getting on with his own work and just keeping an eye on his employees to make sure they do theirs properly, takes over their work until one day he finds himself overloaded with other people's work, while his employees look on and criticize him" ] Perhaps one day this civilization will produce a culture. When this happens there will be a real history of the discoveries of the 18th, 19th and 20th Centuries, which will be deeply interesting. Current Music: Pleistozaen Mit Wasser (Cecil Taylor/Derek Bailey) (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 7th, 2009
6:02 pm	the price you pay to nowhere has increased a dollar more - Current Music: "friends / celebration day" (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, April 4th, 2009
11:52 pm	Outside, a Trailways ...pulls up to the curb. The driver jumps out and runs into the building. Underneath CAUSE OF ACCIDENT I write, The rubber grommet on the steering column was not replaced, causing the wheels to lock. The box was topped with oil the track rod was loose the curve banked improperly the road greased with the fat of a wild animal struck down before we came. A clear case of metal fatigue of misadventure driver passivity and a choked fuel line. narrating it down he extinguishes fires with the piss of his own german class / disseminates infirmattyon inna swastika of nasty... [news captor *here] /and light out [locked]/ "We are young marrieds, wed almost yesterday. Grady looks at me lovingly and I strike him down with my fabulous eyes. Like the basilisk. The Jaguar soars off the road and into the scenery." Canvass the town and brush the backdrop Are you sleeping, Brother John? http://www.surfermoon.com/essays/desperarchive.html ...so Bob's going apeshit about President Obama presenting th'Queen with an iPod: "fuck! doesn't he know she already *owns* one?" i didn't. i guess i should get the lowdown on the new 21st c. Royal gossip, huh? i mean, one hears that Prince Charles wears a fez in private and listens to ABBA, but - then again - one hears a lot of things. Crimsan Dyed In the upper corner of one of the Wilderness cards is a deer. On the bottom is an Indian. When one is moving through unknown country, the card instructs, it is wise to make small signs which will guide you back yet which will not inform possible enemies of your presence. Break the branch of a certain tree. Move a rock slightly so that moss will be visible. Make marks in streams. Beware of marked paths. [ Jell-O ] [ it is a ] we got your skinny girls here at th' Southern Tier. [ pro ] THE BOOKBRIDGE "For People Who Love Books" 4700 Vestal Parkway Vestal, NY 13850 (607) 798-8844 [ -tean item. Its true importance, however, lies in its presence at our hour of birth. For you are aware, I'm sure, of the passages in literature and in films where the woman is in labor and the order goes, bring clean towels and heat a pot of water. The water is for Jell-O. ] but like th'Poet says ...the tide is coming in from Hiroshima you dumb Earth hicks. Sauve qui peut ! Current Music: "surf's up" (beach boys) (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, March 22nd, 2009
4:21 pm	Tire Sale (the Glamour) And you know that Hiram was the King of Tyre A pretty pentastar high upon a tree A cryptocratic undergram, a scripted son of uncle sam A thousand golf balls launched and laughed Tee in Silver Spring. It is a song, singed and leary Beatin' starrns and makin' melonema That lovers marvel at the planted daunting Give broken bones in exchange for grass stains That song of the Moorish sky It's Flava Al on wooden box. Walks crooked upward, mounting, governed The river's tint is leaf wrack waste. All past joys, thousand and mesmerent Xmus tales for the unsuspecting A thousand messages don't auger profit Go play "Angie" / and.woo Daisy Lights of oil and wax I'm burning Learn to say Hebrides and Carnegie Of flowers she names "valley written" A broken purple.house in left-handed field. [ ... ] "All I am, a heart that queries" Sounds like a grand I.D., ombrex All cabs go "cug" inna middle of a car lot Accessory to a laundry machine. Looney Luke loves you, sober, subtractable: Lo mein, tater tots and no caesura Drain your glass, the Beer of Grail Knights Holdin' stains, a wicked plate a-clams. Collaborators at the tabern It was url grey and bitter jasmine It was brown pash all woodensday ORIGINAL trench.coat, hobrin' hot hake Oh, I could tell you more But I was chased onto a hay.bale Lester Roadhog's counting dullas For their ANNual fairwell Z chanteuse took it narth And he sang through an inhaler All roads from New York,Nashville lead To Branson and this town. Come woo Daisy in the Maaaagic City O.C. Wutt / the devils have done.to.us Draco dreck, tincture of leaf wrack Fob.lands buried in tea.atrick arts. And you know that Hiram was the King of Tyre Pretty Pentastar high upon a tree Cuttin' surplus lines And Thomas Lee in half An empty box a-wrapped about And down a rus.tin track. April 3, 1993 (Mike Gangloff) AURORA PARALYSIS "Borrow My Body" split w/ EGGS "The Obliviist" -- another drone and hum workout from the auroras, minimal strums and drums set the rhythm while frances simmons slips her vocals in and out of the flow -- alternately soothing and disquieting, like nightmares when you're trying to sleep on a bad couch (ahem). it's not quite up there with MY aurora fave, "the messenger" (released last summer on Brilliant Records, p.o. box 17116, Richmond VA 23226-7116), but it's plenty for you, bub... and it gets heavier than some aurora fare when guitarist scott hudgins kicks in the distortion part way through. scott's in sliang laos too, who just released the way cool "Alabama Ego"/"Shining Path" single which was mentioned by someone here a couiple weeks ago. To get back to the single at hand though, the eggs side is pretty good too. A two-headed dog brought to us, appropriately enough, through a joint venture by Landspeed and Saltpeter records, P.O. Box 4066, Duke Statioin, Durham NC 27706. Current Music: Oct 04 (minus fiddle part @ beginning/@ end) (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, March 19th, 2009
7:25 pm	RE: Clayton Moore dead at 85 From: Billy Castillo* Why? WHY?!? Dear merciful God in Heaven must you take the young ones that have so much yet to give? At least one can rest easily knowing that Clayton, a fellow Texan, and Jay "Tonto" Silverheels can once again ride Silver and whatever the heck Tonto's horse's name was into the sunset of the hereafter. * Just in case you've been on a fucking desert island for the past two years, lemme clue you in: I'm a dynamite singer/songwriter with a sweeet babe of a gal named Dana, who's bearing my children. In fact, old studly-pants here is fathering triplets, as she's been "in the family way" for twenty eight months. I live in an abandoned library, and my hobby is building hot-dogs-in-a-bottle. Due to my lucrative songwriting and "jingle" royalties ("my balony has a first name..." ring a bell?), I'm an independently wealthy philanthropist, and, as a result, I've been able to build day care centers from Austin to Amarillo. Ciao! Best wishes for a safe and happy new year, Baron Wilhelm "Billy" Von Castillonheimer III Current Music: "santa was a hodad" (Bicycle Riders) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, March 6th, 2009
12:48 am	txtmssng(3) some1 who soundz a lot lik j jones calls me & asks 4 gene. 3 calz. th othr callr hasnt cald again. shit an' shinola! who's Jay? an aspiring screenwriter who prolly doesn't have the time to open a can of fred soup, much less do all this silliness. sounds to me more like some s.l.o.w. customer tryin' to pull a fast one. but, sheesh, good ol' Jay / haven't thought of him in *ages*. good to know somebody's still keeping the fire! regarding ... deez calz, it's possible the person at the "hello" end gave out her cell # to some Garden Stater and, for whatever reason, poor l'l memory didn't get the chance to lay down tracks. in any case, it's no ducklings through *my* intestines... The play involves the two couples playing "games," which are savage verbal attacks against one or two of the others at the party. These games are referred to with sarcastically alliterative names: "Humiliate the Host", "Get the Guests", "Hump the Hostess", and "Bringing Up Baby". Well that's one game. What shall we do now? Come on, I mean, let's think of something else. We've played Humiliate the Host - we can't do that one. What should we do now?...Let's see, there are other games, how about uh, how about Hump the Hostess huh?...OK, I know what we do. Now that we're through with Humiliate the Host...and we don't want to play Hump the Hostess yet...how about a little round of Get the Guests? Boxcar Mem'ries some Fat Man, one roly-poly heart attack onna stick, bankrolled some spurious "investigation" (May '98?) on account he thought there just *might* be some "tasty snacks" at the end. tough crunch for him when - following much Smoak & Indigestion - there turned.up NOTHING, that even the crumbs weren't substantial enough to get his greasy paws around. nonetheless, this wasn't enough to prevent our Frank Cannon wannabe from going door-to-door, empty briefcase in hand, trying to drum up an Innerest (or - who knows? - maybe get some poor deluded schmuck to toss some food-shaped product into his greedy maw...). violanto "re-minder" tiene un anillo [ Forma, stylus, filum, membrana, litura, sigillum. Haec sex falsata dant scripturam valere pusillum. ] like a 3-ring binder, 9-to-1 says he will.not find her et seder, et set Current Music: "They Knew You Well" [RGC] (10 Comments |Comment on this)