Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, / That dost not bite so nigh / As benefits forgot: / Though thou the waters warp, / Thy sting is not so sharp / As friend remember'd not.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Have cupcake will travel
What kind of work is this
For which if we were to touch in the darkness
It would be without feeling the other there?
It might help to know if Steampump's dying
Was part of the work or not. I shall not be
Told, I know.
Jerome McGann "Contemporary Poetry, Alternate Routes"
Monday, February 27, 2006
Want some whiskey in your water? Sugar in your tea?
What’s all these crazy questions they’re askin’ me?
This is the craziest party that could ever be
Don’t turn on the lights ’cause I don’t wanna see
Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
She said that ain’t the way to have fun, son
That ain’t the way to have fun, son
Open up the window, let some air into this room
I think momma’s chocking from the smell of stale perfume
And the cigarette you’re smoking about to scare me half to death
Open up the window, let me catch my breath
Some radio is blastin’ Someone’s knockin’ at the door
I’m lookin’ at my girlfriend... She just passed out on the floor
I’ve seen so many thingsI ain’t never seen before
Don’t know what it is ... I don’t wanna see no more
Mama told me not to come Mama told me not to come (mama told me)
She said that ain’t the way to have fun, no (no, no)
This ain’t the way to have fun (oh no, no)...
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Friday, February 24, 2006
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
High Altitude Drama
Monday, February 20, 2006
Friday, February 17, 2006
We'll always have Paris. We didn't have it, we'd lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night.
"It [the Eiffel Tower] looked very different from the Statue of Liberty, but what did that matter? What was the good of having the statue without the liberty?" - Josephine Baker
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Monday, February 13, 2006
...the conjunction of a mirror and an encyclopedia...
"Some limited and waning memory of Herbert Ashe, an engineer of the southern railways, persists in the hotel at Adrogué
Friday, February 10, 2006
sacred mountain
Thursday, February 09, 2006
...essentially...
Tart-Noir:
"Independent-minded female sleuths who are tough enough to take on thugs and corrupt cops, tender enough to be moved by tough, tender men (or women, as the case may be). These are neofeminist women, half Philip Marlowe, half femme-fatale, who make their own rules, who think it's entirely possible to save the world while wearing a drop-dead dress and stiletto heels. Our heroines are Modesty Blaise and Emma Peel, our morals are questionable and our attitude always needs adjustment."
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Lambrusco debates
Watching eternity...
"...the courses were served on platters so large that they covered the tables; sows' breasts with Lybian truffles; dormice baked in poppies and honey, peacock-tongues flavoured with cinnamon; oysters stewed in garum - a sauce made of the intestines of fish - sea-wolves from the Baltic; sturgeons from Rhodes; fig-peckers from Samos; African snails; pale beans in pink lard; and a yellow pig cooked after the Troan fashion, from which, when carved, hot sausages fell and live thrushes flew."
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Cushat-Prinkly found that he was enjoying...
"Cushat-Prinkly found that he was enjoying an excellent tea without having to answer as many questions about it as a Minister for Agriculture might be called on to reply to during an outbreak of cattle plague."
Monday, February 06, 2006
Introducing: Rongy Stamer Trismegistus
"...but there is no remedy, it may not be redressed, desinent homines tum demum stultescere quando esse desinent [men will cease to be fools only when they cease to be men], so long as they can wag their beards, they will play the knave and fools. Because, therefore, it is a thing so difficult, impossible, and far beyond Hercules' labours to be performed; let them be rude, stupid, ignorant, incult, lapis super lapidem sedeat [let stone sit on stone], and as the apologist will, Resp. tussi et graveolentia laboret, mundus vitio [let the State cough and choke, the world be corrupt], let them be barbarous as they are, let them tyrannize, epicurize, oppress, luxuriate, consume themselves with factions, superstitions, lawsuits, wars, and contentions, live in riot, poverty, want, misery; rebel, wallow as so many swine in their own dung, with Ulysses' companions, stultos jubeo esse libenter [I give them full permission to be fools]. I will yet, to satisfy and please myself, make an Utopia of mine own, a New Atlantis, a poetical commonwealth of mine own, in which I will freely domineer, build cities, make laws, statutes, as I list myself. And why may I not?"
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