holy smoak

"It is magnificent"

.. this elixir, i mean : THE COMPLETE STORIES OF LEONORA CARRINGTON, which came highly recommended from Erin Lyndal Martin, hey !
Grace Ella Hammond
Where Rocking-Horse People Eat Carmelite Nuns ..
"Your daughter, Madam, said, 'Isn't it enough that the world is full of ugly human beings without making copies of them?' then she took the doll by the legs and broke her head against a rock."

(Who is the gaucho, amigo?)
his name is Ambrose (nobody can see what a Wolf-man shoots).

" Shmoos, introduced in 1948, were fabulous creatures that bred exponentially, consumed nothing, and eagerly provided everything that humankind could wish for. Besides producing both milk (bottled, grade A) and eggs (neatly packaged), they tasted like pork when roasted, chicken when fried, and steak when broiled. Ironically, the shmoo's generous nature and incredible usefulness made it a threat to capitalism, to western society and perhaps to civilization itself .."

(pieces of an Osiris mythos presented as Mock Castaneda with sprigs of cilantro)

"They jumped into the fire and ascended in smoke through the shaft in the roof to join the Evening Star. Juan-Mari, they were one whole being. They will return again to Earth, one Being called Quetzalcoatl."

"The Happy Corpse Story" is a tale of Love, of young longing.

"How to Start a Pharmaceuticals Business" : *peak* media ecology that is well-nigh Butlerian in its informations !

The Fourth (back) Way
This was her reply: To be one human creature is to be a legion of mannequins. These mannequins can become animated according to the choice of the individual creature. He or she may have as many mannequins as they please. When the creature steps into the mannequin he immediately believes it to be real and alive and as long as he believes this he is trapped inside the dead image, which moves in ever-increasing circles away from Great Nature. Every individual gives names to his mannequins and nearly all these names begin with "I am" and are followed by a long stream of lies ..

Beautiful Rooster

ps/ The Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle

cf. Warehouse scene : Delany's DHALGREN

Legend has it that members of Black Twigs first played amongst dusted carousel ponies warehoused by an abandoned fairground. The truth - as always - is more omplex, less 'Live at Pompeii.' These days the band is known best as the core trio of Mike Gangloff, Isak Howell, and Nathan Bowles .. or "GHB" for short. We will offer some brief meditations on this contemporary phenomenon of ancient music with the stand-up rock beat (presently tapped out by Nathan B's feed store, bass player shoes) ! .. but without further t'do, I give you .. the Black Twig Pickers.
Grace Ella Hammond
("Turn of the Sgroo" im.proved ')
"In our Logic class this year, we are doing lying exercises of the second degree. We are also studying first-degree lying with two unknowns. And sometimes, we lie in harmony. It's very exciting. In the advanced class, the girls do second-degree ling, with two unknowns, and lying of the third degree. That must be hard. I can't wait till next year."

National Institute of Tape Recorders
I was not, he claimed, a real woman, but only a highly sophisticated electronic robot built by a certain Dr. Morgan. Dr. Morgan was now subjecting me to various experiments in order to test my performance. He was putting me through a series of tests, while having me watched by agents in his employ, placed everywhere along my way, some of whom, themselves, would be nothing but robots as well ..

The Sailors say Brandy ..
"When she heard of her lover's tragic end, she committed suicide, by eating a mass-producted pizza."



.. inna Murmansk warehouse, there was Boris and there were *rumors* of Boris : (1981) Boris Koershimen/Minnesota Tishman (the crowd brought us together : it was Boris and it was *going* to Boris ..) to .. 1987 : Boris Stephanovich, Dishwasher/Car Salesman Laureate (and intimate of the Countess Oblomov ..)
Grace Ella Hammond Kansas City
Minnesota Multiphasic Tabletop Vacation

Rosemary recommended
.. Robbe-Grillet's Djinn. it's quite a bit of business. certainly funnier than the older stuff i've read an' seen (Christine Kiebuzinska showed Last Year at Marienbad in her film studies course) / but humor's personal, right? some of y'all might split your sides over - i dunno - 'Spensky lectures and Henry Cow records : i don't judge.
holy smoak

washing the eye of our land ..

(w.r.t. the Robbe-Grillet, was unable to locate Jelousy/In the Labyrinth and the accompanying Notes)

The Voyeur
(this is the Sparkomatic man who has performed w/ th' chemical pops. he is driving a large-caliber Camaro / what can be his "game"?)

first, i am pleased you brought up the case of The Waves / i rather *doubt* it would have been a reasonable pre-Lighthouse choice (hell, i haven't taken the As I Lay Dying plunge either ..). but - yeah - noted !

Nostalgia and th' shock of the NEW
y'all recall me describing Four Quartets as an "Ouspenskian rewrite of Christina Rossetti's super-double sonnet Later Life" / but it's MORE than that 'cause that man from Mars, reporting the behaviour of the Sea Monster, must first become something of a Sea Monster himself : John Carpenter's The Thing (1982), 'cept instead of *absorbing*/mimicking Mercury's an' Subaru's, it's Rossetti, it's Woolf, and - sure - Ouspensky, whose lectures TSE attended in London (that last, i will grant, was the most innovative of his p-p-pinchings). language / imagery : To the Lighthouse (1927), East Coker? 1940 (and - Waveswise - this WikiDetail strook me: "Louis is an outsider who seeks acceptance and success. Some critics see in him aspects of T. S. Eliot, whom Woolf knew well").

Phrases came. Visions came. Beautiful pictures. Beautiful phrases. But what she wished to get hold of was that very jar on the nerves, the thing itself before it has been made anything. Get that and start afresh; get that and start afresh; she said desperately, pitching herself firmly again before her easel. It was a miserable machine, an inefficient machine, she thought, the human apparatus for painting or for feeling; it always broke down at the critical moment; heroically, one must force it on.

.. the subject, largely, of the fifth section of each Quartet :

"Words move, music moves
Only in time; but that which is only living
Can only die." (BN)

.. Last Year at Marienbad tells you - in its own The Banality of Nightmares way - a good-to-great deal about Robbe-Grillet : repetition, compulsion, subdividing moments into "how many suburbs of a single Event can exist on the head of *pin*?" ..
Grace Ella Hammond


(an opinion piece by Manny Theiner,
Western PA's most ruthless music promoter
[Aug 31st, 2007 @ 1:40 pm])

it's not a 'standard price' for cupcakes unless you are a foodie, a richie or a fatso. cupcakes are 75 cents at Giant Eagle and still around a dollar at Simple Treat (and that's even with the kosher ripoff included). i'm sure they are the same at the bakeries in Bloomfield. And then for a dumbass profile on On Q to actually quote someone who LIVES in Sq Hill saying something to effect of 'before Dozen, there was no place to get a cupcake' when obviously both Giant Eagle and the bakery have been there since the dawn of time, serving perfectly edible cupcakes (I remember all the way back to when it was Silberberg's) is asinine.

and anyway alberto's right in a way, it's not about who the hell EATS a cupcake - we all do - it's about who the hell BUYS a cupcake, ever? i have news for you: cupcakes are just small cakes, period. you eat enough free cake running into people's random parties/celebrations. you don't buy them - the person holding the celebration, whatever it is, buys them in boxes, and then you eat one or two. i mean, i've had baked sweets 4 times in the past month, at two birthday parties, and two bar mitzvahs. cake is not a fucking food staple, it's a treat. why would you consciously go out and buy a single cupcake on a regular basis for yourself unless you had some kind of serious food=love problem or Marie Antoinette complex? this exploitative market seems to take advantage of the kind of blubbery depressives you see on talk shows. and that's garbage.

Grace Ella Hammond


.. just another Nu.Year’s Dream - set in th’ hundred acre wood - where a compound is set up under the non.rule, un-ownership of the former Helen Castros. either she or I was late to the appointment and - as it turned out - she had to leave early for another situation at a remote location (perhaps something in the City). following a rushed tea, she handed me a worn an’ damaged paperback - probably an edition of the Sawāneḥ - but I handed it back on account I didn’t wish to become the final cause of its disintegration :

“suit yourself.”
“it has - you must admit - seen better days / but this has been .. instructive session. I’ll repay you somehow, certainly.”
“you shouldn’t, you know.”
“shouldn’t I at least try to fulfill my Obligations?”
“No. .. for you it is an occasion for profligacy, for thumb-twiddling. for you it is to-no-purpose.”

.. and by that point she’d changed into a dress colored beige, bone, and pearl - taken in on account it was a relic from High School days - and passed thoo doors and down roads.
Grace Ella Hammond
holy smoak


Pepe Escobar notes as early as 2012 that the chief reason behind the destabilization of Syria was to cockblock a proposed gas pipeline that would run from Iran through Iraq and Syria. and mobile bands of Salafist mercenaries, fresh from *destroying Libya* appeared on the scene. and although the initial state actors were Turkey and Qatar (who had an *alternate* petrol route in mind ..), other interests swooped in, notably the str8 outta central casting “Islamic State” .. which - surprise - set up shop along the proposed pipeline route : Eastern Syria and Northern Iraq. and because they were nasty jihadis of the Salafist/Wahhabi/Takfiri sort, they drew the attention of Shi’a militias - some sponsored by Iran - who defeated them in the field. was this Iran’s unpardonable crime? it is MYSTERY ..
Grace Ella Hammond

Jennifer Robin's Parade

Earthquakes in Candyland, 2019

America (She Can't Say No)
Jennifer's earlier collection - Death Confetti - was largely Portland Buscapades. this one, though, starts onna train (shades of Syracuse, of ALBANY ..), hangs among ghosts (of Confederates, of Junkies) in New Orleans, Portland's crosstown tent cities, sums up our, um, "Late Industrial Moment" ..

is death hereditary?
(they fired a kid from the operation when a bottle of Jim Beam tumbled out his pant leg. on his way out the door he said, "FINE, now i have time to see the new Star Wars !" .. it's cool though, 'cause we had Kowalski's out the ass, all keen to fill in. hell, you couldn't toss a stone withOut hitting a Kowalski .. including young MooseMonster Kowalski, who i've listened to in conversation with April :

"i feel as.if i can tell you anything. it's like you're my own personal Oprah."
"ohmygod, i feel like you're my Oprah !"
Grace Ella Hammond
.. but PEAK is officially over : maybe come January i'll have time to revisit South County Library, rummage thoo old papers on microfilm : Oct 25 '80 to Feb/March 81 should do nicely)
holy smoak


.. i wasn’t reminded each day by way of the e-lectronic sign off 581 .. or on Oct. 1st by WUVT’s Amy Splitt. and the fact that I saw John Prine twice long ago is all the more reason I shoulda been on the case this time. in any case I *suspect* that would’ve been the place to be yesterday evening / whole other timeline unfolding (but thanks to WROE for their afternoon Prineathon, hey ..)
Grace Ella Hammond

*screen door* EDIT (w/ yr host Dr. Memree)
.. hit was the Late 80s with Arlo Guthrie - who stalked the stage carrying a harpoon / he and Prine were switching off the opening slot throughout the tour, which is gracious as fuck on both men’s part if you ask me / and THEN the mid-90s with Victoria Williams (who was joined on stage by a big ol’ sleepy hound). this Prine appearance was remarkable for both a low-key solo set and then a set of sometimes newer songs with full-blown band, hey !