OetE

Quoggy

2012-02-09T15:02:00.000-08:00

A Mitchell Palmer

Clarence Darrow Charles

Allowed Time At The Dinner Table

2012-02-09T15:01:00.001-08:00

Less people clap because they have a smartphone in their hands

Rose Marie Pangborn

2012-02-09T14:59:00.000-08:00

Kicked in the head with the glib hateful things you can say

Flicker Flit Glow

2012-02-09T14:56:00.000-08:00

touch tongues, mind fuck, tingling electricity, warm rolling earthquakes on a deeply swelling sea, soft slobbering sensuality bulging eyeballs and smooth, soft skin rolling weight laying meaningfully on the breast tweaked nipples and gently straining muscles flexing in harmony

Drug of Silence

2012-02-09T14:55:00.000-08:00

He used his penis to pound morse code messages into my vagina.
I realized too late that I could have saved his life.

Film Notes

2012-02-09T14:47:00.000-08:00

The word "image" has two conjoined meanings: an image is an optical pattern, it is also a mental experience "multistable figure"

whatever education our ears undergo in order to perceive reality is sufficient to perceive recorded sound

"saccades"
boveated vision

read images

physiologically

ethnographically

psychologically

-------

semiology
the study of systems of signs

poetry - signifiers/signifieds

the dance between sound and meaning

"A film is difficult to explain because it is easy to understand"

-----

what if you made an object that wasn't necessarily what it appeared to be but treated it as what it appeared to be

circumscribed

the process of intellection

a single frame is not the smallest unit of meaning

a shot contains as much information as we want to read in it

What I Would Say to the Martians

2012-02-09T13:07:00.001-08:00

Haiku #510: Fresh Flesh

2012-02-09T12:33:00.000-08:00

ice-cream labia
flesh banana split her thighs
offering oxen

The Hell Of It

2012-02-09T12:24:00.000-08:00

Humour as a condition
Part of a conditioning process
As Pavlov would have
Flipping through memories

Good for a laugh
It annoyed the piss
out of them
other behaviors in another

My wonderment begins
I became this person or that
With some little success
to invoke or stimulate

Acquired a persona
fit for a beautiful lady
It would have been unnecessary
to pursue other baser titles

"Clown" or what have you
And so it is my suspicion
I have been conditioned
to take on strange behaviors

Certainty Compulsion Corpses

2012-02-08T11:08:00.000-08:00

I'd like to shed the strictures of adulthood and make maturity an optional result of a freely lived and human life, not the necessary path to power and success, lorded over by the depressed, overweight, unimaginative masses

Parting the Waters

2012-02-08T11:00:00.001-08:00

Tom Watson
George Wallace
Julian Bond (SNCC)
Hosea Williams
John Lewis
Rev. Ralph David Abernathy (SCLC)
Andrew Young

Lawrence Guyot (?)
Hartman Turnbow ("a man who covered all the ground he stood on")
Amzie Moore
Fannie Lou Hamer

Roy Harris
John Patterson

Lonnie King
Ben Allen
Glenn V. Evans
Jonathan Daniels
Sheyann Webb

James Farmer > (FOR); Salt March, "War Without Violence" -- investigation, negotiation, publicity, demonstration
"wade-ins" at public beaches

Fred Shuttlesworth
Ted Jemison
C.K. Steele
Sam Williams
Rev. A.L. Davis
C.G. Gomillion

Franklin McCain
Ezell Blair Jr.
David Richmond
Joseph McNeil

"Paul's Letter to American Christians"

James Lawson

James Forman -- "Black Manifesto"
Bob Mosea
Amzie Moore
Pat Waters "Down to Now..."

Boynton Case - Supreme Court Ruling
Simeon Booker
William Harbour

BIRMINGHAM: THE BATTLEGROUND STATE

Filmic Premises

2012-02-08T10:56:00.000-08:00

she likes to go to g-rated movies without any panties on

2012-02-01T09:58:00.000-08:00

The Brothers Rico
Calcutta
Cape Fear
Caught
"Any man who goes to a party like that has just one idea. And that's one idea too many for me."
Casablanca
Christmas Holiday
City Across the River
Clash by Night
Crack Up
Criss Cross
Crossfire
Cry Danger

Listen, darling, when you drink as much as I do, you gotta start early.

The way this guy holds onto a dollar, you'd think they weren't printing them anymore

Anything else?
Yeah. BUrn that tent you're wearing and get yourself a suit.

If I make you feel necessary, I'm making a mistake.

I was just getting ready to take my tie off wondering if I should hang myself with it.

Be smart, Charlie. Act dumb.

It was his story against mine, but of course I told my story better.

I always heard you had some kind of talent.
That was last year. This year I'm trying to make a living.

Pimped Out

2012-01-30T17:41:00.000-08:00

Homecoming decorations - Candyland

Freedom Riders

2012-01-30T17:30:00.000-08:00

Movie Script - Orange Opihi

2011-11-17T19:01:00.000-08:00

1. Laying in bed
snuggled in his arm socket
wide awake
he asleep
"Help me make it through the night" is softly playing while candles flicker making dramatic shadows on the wall

2. Cut to meeting in the green room/moving from the old building

3. Planted paperwork

4. Jump cuts to scenes in Tahiti
inspired by Typee
cannibalism and all

5. Speech from the second morning
his wife
his kid
his utter vulnerability

6. Bathing

7. Walking

8. Ellipses

9. Make them love 'D.'

Fetching

2011-11-12T20:22:00.000-08:00

A woman that is all things to different men. And only one to each.

I cut my own hair.

2011-11-07T20:47:00.000-08:00

Us
Ar'
Better
'An
'Em

Sweetie

2011-11-07T20:45:00.000-08:00

Dear Sweetie,

You are one fucked up,
nut case,
drama queen,
hate machine.

Love,

Please Unfortunately

Disappointments and Other Earthly Distractions

2011-11-07T20:37:00.000-08:00

They wouldn't understand.
Everything has already
Without me.

What do you do with the closeness of fresh death?
The fresh death of closeness?

Revelations upon revelations

Unrequited love of mankind
We don't have it
We never did

Do I know what happens?
Nope. Never.

Well maybe a memory before death
Before love, when nothing was a memory yet

Family Photos

2011-11-07T20:35:00.000-08:00

"These are my Kids."

[Taken aback. Laughs] "You've been busy. You've been really busy."

Transient Sex Offenders

2011-11-07T20:23:00.000-08:00

Rolling into Los Angeles at dusk. Hotel dishes clinking in kitchen next to the room. People fucking in the parking lot selling their souls to the night. Feeling the electricity of Venice Beach with a friend on my arm and booze in my heart.

Rejection and defeat.

Fighting tension. Trying on something new and brave. Wholly connected to our disintegrating Baltimore family.

Late nights in the old style. Hoping beyond hope that we're building a future. Lying to ourselves and feeling braver with every lie.

Good Enough For a Shitting Englishman

2011-10-18T16:40:00.000-07:00

A strange apathy oozes down the walls of our love nest—too familiar to penetrate. To generate interest. Compassion without intrigue feels like settling down.

You will hate me when you see the flirtatious batting of lids and flipping of tresses. They are not directed at your inquiring gestures.

And I know the secret (the key if you will) to opening the Pandora's box of his smothered sexual fantasies--

Strip-tease, tickle, drip, squeeze, lickleslap, grab, thrust, grunt, and dickle.

Maturity is Looking at Consensual Vaginas

2011-10-18T16:25:00.001-07:00

The Secret Confessions of Mad Bess Flint

Premeditated frenzy

Melon baller

Nerd. Dork. Fuck.

Use that humper

Diaphonous piccadillos

I would have regretted putting my life on hold for someone not as committed.

There are still things I wonder about him now.

It's a man's job to love you intently, but it's a woman's job to love you genuinely.

we're already alright

Convinced that I don't deserve the time of day.

I never let jealousy affect my feelings with us—only when you tried your damndest to get a rise outta me.

A question, unasked, but hanging in the air turning the mood stale. Too few smiles.

86 the chump stuff

Unique friends with advice

Being persuaded by a simple "Fuck me."

It being an actual possibility never occurred to me during the lost interval.

The lure of every addiction, which is losing yourself to time.

Do you act out of principle? Or do you devise self-justifying reasons for your bad behaviour?

Maybe love shouldn't be such hard work

Change is always personal and singular

I wanna be your toy – a child's plaything

2011-10-18T16:19:00.000-07:00

Past few days of inspiration.

The sky blusters over with the grey of a stormy suburban landscape. Midafternoon showers cloud and clear motivation I might have had. I spend the hours after lunch repeating inspirational phrases to myself.

"I will be a productive and useful individual..."

I sit on the toilet, a beautifully small watercloset cluttered with the bath objects of a young social butterfly. An array of pink liquids and creams.

I empty one of the bottles into the toilet and, after a quick courtesy flush, return to my roosting position.

Liver Pills

2011-08-05T02:33:00.000-07:00

You have more shit with you, than Carter has liver pills.

You managed to scare yourself shitless over this.

2011-07-22T20:02:00.000-07:00

You were happy just two days ago, in fact, ecstatic. If he's drinking again, you know he's in the same boat. A needle in the hay. He had a girl once. An ex. But he couldn't remember her [initials/initiall].

Chicago is about restaurants and hipsters. At least it will be.

Like most two-day trips out of town to your neighbor's backyard.

Finding out what stars do when you're not worried about mortality and the love of a lost soul. It all seems about as important as learning where that cap from my pen just went. Worth the effort, only because of a borne-in instinct. Drilled in with the finger of the oppressed.

Tell them with your pretty new thighs that you always knew what a great person they were. If only they had been able to look past the tall foolish blondes.

I'm tired. Drained of all defenses.

All I have is the love of a combatant tyrant who carries out his innocuous frustrations in the backseat of his later life.

To live in the moment you would have to find pleasure in the damnedest of situations. I don't know if I'm ready to live up to such a unique privilege. I left all these thoughts behind, only a couple float around in my renewed jealous and mostly dependent psyche.

A jealousy borne of the insecurities of unrequited love and the desire for "that which you cannot have."

Is that what is meant by the "escargo of love." Well...I've never heard of that either. On cold days, you can hear such things being whispered in the doorways of old street-facing cellars. The FRENCH have a word for this, probably.

Feel free to use whatever you want to use. You can't take comfort in the things you possess anyway, which is why you often slink into the room feeling quite empty-handed.

Have you ever considered the trenches in your face? Deep beneath your skin and rooted in your characteristic gestures? Well, I have. And it's ugly.

Often imagining the deep voice of a lonely spinster, I repeat its timbre. The loneliness shoots up and down my throat in a series of threateningly-ill vibrations. Finding a slightly enamored crowd waiting on my arm.

I keep thinking. Think a relationship alive which never should have existed. Only it does because of a warm desperation. The kind that lets you believe whatever you want for as long as you want.

Chomp This.

2011-06-05T19:47:00.000-07:00

Eugene Debs
Peggy Duff

Men + Fucking Women

2011-05-18T20:08:00.000-07:00

no woman wants to hear about another woman's beauty

we get defensive reflexively

whether acting or otherwise

overt male sexuality, when blanketed generally is offensive to all women

a woman wants the singular attention of a man, anything else is not tolerated

We're Starting the Show

2011-05-18T20:07:00.000-07:00

they worry about sharing in the revenue, not in terms of actual dollars

Riding on Their Success

2011-05-06T16:11:00.000-07:00

"Oddly, Howe seems to have had no interest in the man who led the army aligned against him. In all that he and others of the British command wrote at the time, officially and privately, George Washington was rarely ever mentioned except in passing. There was no apparent consideration of what manner of man he was, what his state of mind, his strengths and weaknesses, might be. Or what he might be up to, given the working of his mind. Perhaps this was indifference, perhaps the measure of an overreaching sense of superiority.

Washington, by contrast was constantly trying to fathom Howe's intentions, his next move.

Strange it was that the British commander-in-chief, known for his chronic gambling, seemed to give no thought to how his American opponent might play his hand."

Link

2011-04-08T14:40:00.000-07:00

all day long
he'd kiss her neck
he'd cuddle her in corners

Blahgrgh

2011-04-08T14:38:00.000-07:00

Alfred E. Newman
anti-Proustian reverences
brimstone
Caligula = Bush
Nero = Cheney

a wolf by the ears

soft tender intent
embrace

wiggle
shared joy admire

Sequence 2, #4: Coca-cola

2011-03-28T12:40:00.000-07:00

Podcast subject (Talking about the ubiquity of the brand), Truck Driving on the Highway

Sequence 2, #3: Stabbing My Leg With a Cactus

2011-03-28T12:39:00.002-07:00

Bad excuse, explanation from new Taiji classmate, (24 hour period)

Sequence 2, #2: I had a bad dream

2011-03-28T12:39:00.001-07:00

Reading a blog, listening to a podcast

Sequence 2, #1: Let's Go Outside

2011-03-28T12:37:00.000-07:00

Taiji Film Meeting, Coffee Shop, Free Wifi

No rest for the wicked.

2011-03-03T17:58:00.000-08:00

Isaiah 57:21 "There is no peace, saith my God, to the wicked."

Burdensome

2011-02-23T10:21:00.001-08:00

Design Crap

2011-02-05T15:54:00.000-08:00

thinking with type
Paul Shaw
Communicate - Nick Bell
NY ADC
Infiltrate - Alexander Gelman
The Design Philadelphia Festival 1-17
Thinking of You - Sam Brown
Consumer's Guide to Times Square Advertising
Christine Hill
Steven Heller
Chris Ware
Daniel Raeburn

HeLa

2011-02-05T15:53:00.000-08:00

carcinoma
epithelial
endomertiosis
George Papanicolaou

Braggadocio

2011-02-01T22:07:00.000-08:00

My boasting is founded. I taught my first taiji class.

Cure for the Common Fuck-up

2011-01-24T20:42:00.000-08:00

You don't have to belch up every half-baked, insecure, piece of bullshit of which you can think. You can be a better man. Give yourself a smooth nickname, and in your head say, "'Nickname' play it cool."

Reflect, Mirror, Re-felch

2011-01-04T20:33:00.000-08:00

I think that most women see their hair as an extension of themselves. But ever since I shaved my head and let the hair grow back, it has felt like a wig.

plop

2010-12-17T11:41:00.000-08:00

those who cling to the cultural touchstones of an orthodox education are frequently smug, lazy, and intellectually timid—after all, someone else has made all their cultural decisions for them

Light Bulb

2010-12-03T18:36:00.000-08:00

I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work.
- Thomas Alva Edison (1847-1931)

Constellations

2010-11-29T10:45:00.000-08:00

Hans Rey's "Find the Constellations"
"The Stars: A New Way to See Them"
"Secrets of the Night Sky"
NightWatch: A Practical Guide to Viewing the Universe [Spiral-Bound]
http://www.astro.wisc.edu/~dolan/constellations/java/Cassiopeia.html

Not Good Enough

2010-11-27T21:41:00.001-08:00

Constructing the perfect lover, she could almost touch his soft lips. She reached out and smacked the fuck out of his head. The jolting force made the fuck stumble around, knocked from his comfortable perch inside her mind. She resolved to leave him there for someone else to find.

All the Horses Named Casey Johnson

2010-11-27T20:44:00.000-08:00

The stallions tip-toed down the hallway. A trail of unspoken whispers following closely. I once fell in love with a limp stallion. Limp in spirit. He should have been shot, put out of his misery. Instead I was shot out of my happiness.

"You'll do it again" she whispered. Often she sat in a daze of solemnity. After her solitary revery, she slipped off her chair, inspired to face the hazy crowd of silly laugh-heads and seedy stool pigeons. At the thought of the long walk ahead, she began to yearn for her crisp and lovely friend.

Blindly following them down the street—her thoughts wandered. Before long she had traipsed all the way to their destination, dirty glances, whispers and all. The gossip swirled around in her head—waiting to be retold or bottled up for a later dose of guilt. Her sordid love affairs would now be played out in her head—projected repeatedly and frequently.

Take What You Can Get

2010-11-27T20:31:00.000-08:00

There once was a man from Kuwait,
who never had luck with a date.
Bush said with a sneer
"You're date's drawing near."
And the man said,
"If it's the same to you, I'll just wait."

His private office.

2010-11-27T19:24:00.000-08:00

Recently Professor Klemmer had received a series of emails inquiring about his lectures on advanced mathematics and their application to gourmet cuisine. The premise was pure and utter bullshit, but his lonely global wandering had recently led to an asexual existence, and any chance to ogle young female college students he would never forsake.

Klemmer scanned the lecture hall looking for the "new one," but soon found himself looking for any one. Presented with a wealth of coeds, he was struck by a sense of speechlessness usually reserved for his bouts of stage fright. As the older head of some department briskly approached him, Klemmer's knees gave out. He was able to catch himself just before contacting the podium with his head. Unfortunately, the residual momentum from catching himself transferred into an energy that sent him whirling onto his back. A squirrelly TA ran to help him to his feet. Klemmer waved the boy off and closed his eyes to the bright stage lights.

A busty girl from the University of New Jersey was flouncing her way toward Klemmer. The sun lit her platinum locks and as the buxom coed collapsed onto his body, heaving with the torment of a lover's anxiety, a singular tress slipped onto Klemmer's forehead and tangled in his eyelashes. As Klemmer wound his hot palms around her back, unsnapping her bra, yet careful not to bring her attention to the wanton acts he was about to perform, he rolled onto his side. The softly perspiring coed slid onto a wet patch of grass, her nipple constricting from contact with the cold liquid. Inspired by this sensuous reaction, Klemmer followed a stream of drool flowing down his thigh to a heart-shaped pool collecting between his first two toes.

The nurse on call had jarred him out of his un-consciousness. Klemmer blinked a few times his vision obscured, first by the bleariness of his welcome back to the conscious world, then by a sterile cloth 3 inches from his nose, and wielded by a life-worn yet graceful woman. She was wiping the last bits of sleeping drool from his chin. A celebratory air filled the amonia-ed room as he was spoon-fed the hospital's required dinner meal. As a bit of applesauce made its escape through his lips, Klemmer drifted asleep caressing his thighs.

Preemptive Critique

2010-11-27T19:17:00.000-08:00

the strange contrast between an inner life to which nothing outward corresponds, and an outward existence unrelated to what is within

Life

2010-11-22T12:14:00.000-08:00

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain.

-Vivian Greene

The 13 Postures and 13 Principles in Tai Chi Chuan

2010-11-21T16:10:00.000-08:00

The 13 Postures of Tai Chi:
The 13 Postures is the foundation of Tai Chi Chuan. Without the 13 Postures there is neither the Chuan (form) nor the push-hands. These 13 postures were derived from the Eight Trigrams (the first 8 postures - energies) and the Five Elements (the last 5 postures - steps). The 13 postures are:

1. Peng (ward-off)
2. Lu (roll-back)
3. Chi (press)
4. An (push)
5. Tsai (pull-down)
6. Lieh (split)
7. Chou (elbow strike)
8. Kao (shoulder strike)
9. Chin (advance)
10. Tui (retreat)
11. Ku (look left)
12. Pan (look right)
13. Ting (center)

The 13 Principles of Tai Chi:

The 13 principles must execute the mind, chi, and physical movement in one unit. This means that when the mind is focused on a specific area of the body, the chi will flow into that area. When the chi flows into an area, power will follow.

1. Sinking of Shoulders and Dropping of Elbows
2. Relaxing of Chest and Rounding of Back
3. Sinking Chi down to Dan Tien
4. Lightly Pointing Up the Head
5. Relaxation of Waist and Hip
6. Differentiate Between Empty and Full: Yin and Yang
7. Coordination of Upper and Lower Parts of the Body
8. Using the Mind Instead of Force
9. Harmony Between Internal and External
10. Connecting the Mind and the Chi
11. Find Stillness Within Movement
12. Movement and Stillness Present at Once
13. Continuity and Evenness Throughout the Form

Nostrum

2010-11-21T15:49:00.000-08:00

Warren G. Harding

End of the Century, 1984

2010-11-20T22:31:00.001-08:00

Death

Synthetic winds have blown away
Material dust, but this one room
Rebukes the constant violet ray
And dustless sheds a dusty gloom.
Wrecked on the outmoded past
Lie North and Hillard, Virgil, Horace,
Shakespeare's bones are quiet at last,
Dead as Yeats or William Morris.
Have not the inmates earned their rest?
A hundred circles traversed they
Complaining of the classic quest
And, each inevitable day,
Illogically trying to place
A ball within an empty space.

Birth

Every loss is now a gain
For every chance must follow reason.
A crystal palace meets the rain
That falls at its appointed season.
No book disturbs the lucid line
For sun-bronzed scholars tune their thought
To Telepathic Station 9
From which they know just what they ought:
The useful sciences; the arts
Of telesalesmanship and Spanish
As registered in Western parts;
Mental cremation that shall banish
Relics, philosophies and colds --
Manana-minded ten-year-olds.

The Phoenix

Worlds have died that they may live,
May plume again their fairest feathers
And in their clearest songs may give
Welcome to all spontaneous weathers.
Bacon's colleague is called Einstein,
Huxley shares Platonic food,
Violet rays are only sunshine
Christened in the modern mood,
In this house if in no other
Past and future may agree,
Each herself, but each the other
In a curious harmony,
Finding both a proper place
In the silken gown's embrace.

(1934)
-Eileen O'Shaughnessy

Orwell's "Why I Write"

If

2010-11-20T22:26:00.000-08:00

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

-Rudyard Kipling

Adventure, Danger, Beauty

2010-11-20T20:01:00.000-08:00

It Is Happening Again.

2010-11-05T14:30:00.001-07:00

One whole day.

2010-10-26T22:44:00.000-07:00

Wherever you are are, whatever you're doing
I stroked my own forehead, just to feel what you were feeling.
I want to touch you and love you and be touched and loved.

I feel the warm and gritty sand.
The grit between and betwixt us.
I could never get close enough to satisfy our souls.

I want you inside, and around, and beside me.
This want is insufficient.
When I look at you or think of you, I see your smile
in my memory.

But you're already there, loving me and embracing me,
reflecting the best qualities right back at me.
I never even asked or said or whispered as much,
and you were already there.

One step.
A dance anticipating my love.
What I have to give and accept.
A dance, a dance card full and yet, a dance.

Every available atom of my being longs for yours.

Little Evident Effort

2010-10-10T14:56:00.000-07:00

a sexually bold, violent exorcism, intensely seductive, visually audacious, astutely observed

Limer-dick

2010-10-01T15:37:00.001-07:00

there once was a really large cock
whose size the ladies daren't mock
but when they reached in
expecting to sin
all they grabbed was a rolled up tube sock

A Lifetime of Stopped Hearts

2010-08-24T17:19:00.000-07:00

Open up. They'll open him up. A daughter. A deer in the headlights. Breathing. Catching breath. Manly tasks. PAIN. Manly tasks. Bending, hammering, shoveling. Scratching obedience from the earth with his bare protective hands.

Evil dark overlord of usurpation

2010-08-05T23:51:00.001-07:00

With Her Bright Eyes Glinting

2010-08-04T15:25:00.000-07:00

Chrysalis Crisis

2010-07-30T21:45:00.001-07:00

Nikola & Mark

2010-07-28T12:33:00.000-07:00

Blank Oolong Devil

2010-07-22T10:41:00.000-07:00

Garlic Scape

2010-07-20T16:29:00.000-07:00

Inside, Beside, and Around All At Once

2010-07-20T16:08:00.001-07:00

Hands/Humanity

2010-07-19T17:58:00.000-07:00

Chang and Eng Bunker

2010-07-13T09:59:00.000-07:00

On a beautiful day in Cancun, he leaned in to me and whispered in my ear, "You look good today." I thanked him, trying with futility to shrug off the flattery. Emboldened he confessed, "I'd bet you're wild in bed."

The Four Stages of Cruelty > William Hogarth

2010-07-06T12:06:00.001-07:00

DaVinci's Erotic Drawings

2010-07-06T12:03:00.000-07:00

Fly me.

2010-06-30T15:31:00.000-07:00

Times Article

2010-06-12T15:15:00.000-07:00

ur-text
twee
negative externalities
effluent fee
"command and control"
cap and trade
Waxman-Markey Bill

Raymond Chandler will get you everywhere.

2010-06-08T10:43:00.000-07:00

She's the kind of dame with a hard beak, with the sympathetic
expression of wet stones.

From 30 feet away she looked like a lot of class. From 10 feet
away she looked like something made up to be seen from 30 feet away.

CQ

2010-06-03T12:43:00.000-07:00

Musso and Franks
The Garden of Allah

That Guy Who Does the Etchings of Animals

2010-06-03T11:39:00.001-07:00

Albrecht Dürer

2010-05-29T14:17:00.001-07:00

...a young man with a neat haircut of the kind you saw in ads for menswear

...poured
deal-sealing shots...

special exertions of discipline

toque
raconteur
matoor
prospectuses
akvavit
senescences
reattenuated
raiment

Murattis

2010-05-29T14:17:00.000-07:00

...a young man with a neat haircut of the kind you saw in ads for menswear

Antipathetic.

2010-05-28T10:21:00.001-07:00

You look for the magic in realism. I find the reality in sarcasm.

Be There, or Be Square

2010-05-14T10:45:00.001-07:00

El Monte Legion Stadium

Cosmetic Brain Surgery

2010-05-14T10:44:00.001-07:00

Smoothes out the wrinkles.

Essays

2010-05-12T16:31:00.000-07:00

The Souls of Black Folk, W. E. B. DuBois (Of the Coming of John)
*Poetic epigraph followed by a bar from a negro spiritual*

The Education of Henry Adams, Henry Adams (A Law of Acceleration)
Stickeen, John Muir
The Moral Equivalent of War, William James
The Handicapped, Randolph Bourne
Coatesville, John Jay Chapman
The Devil-Baby at Hull House, Jane Addam
The Sacred Wood, T. S. Eliot (Tradition and the Individual Talent)
Pamplona in July, Ernest Hemingway
The Hills of Zion, H. L. Mencken
How It Feels to Be Colored Me, Zora Neale Hurston
The Old Stone House, Edmund Wilson
What Are Master-Pieces and Why Are There So Few Of Them, Gertrude Stein
The Crack-Up, F. Scott Fitzzgerald
Sex Ex Machina, James Thurber
The Ethics of Living Jim Crow, Richard Wright
Knoxville: Summer of 1915, James Agee
The Figure a Poem Makes, Robert Frost
Once More to the Lake, E. B. White
Insert Flap “A” And Throw Away, S. J. Perlman
Bop, Langston Hughes
The Future is Now, Kathrine Anne Porter
Artists in Uniform, Mary McCarthy
The Marginal World, Rachel Carson
Notes of a Native Son, James Baldwin
The Brown Wasps, Loren Eiseley
A Sweet Devouring, Eudora Welty
A Hundred Thousand Straightened Nails, Donald Hall
Letter from Birmingham Jail, Martin Luther Kind, Jr.
Putting Daddy On, Tom Wolfe
Notes on “Camp”, Susan Sontag
Perfect Past, Vladimir Nabakov
The Way to Rainy Mountain, M. Scott Momaday
The Apotheosis of Martin Luther King, Elizabeth Hardwick
Illumination Rounds, Michael Herr
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
The Lives of a Cell, Lewis Thomas
The Search for Marvin Gardens, John McPhee
The Doomed in Their Sinking, William H. Gass
No Name Woman, Maxine Hong Kingston
Looking for Zora, Alice Walker
Women and Honor: Some Notes on Lying, Adrienne Rich
The White Album, Joan Didion
Aria: A Memoir of a Bilingual Childhood, Richard Rodriguez
The Solace of Open Spaces, Gretel Ehrlich
Total Eclipse, Annie Dillard
A Drugstore Winter, Cynthia Ozick
Okinawa: The Bloodiest Battle of All, William Manchester
Heaven and Nature, Edward Hoagland
The Creation Myths of Cooperstown, Stephen Jay Gould
Life With Daughters: Watching the Miss America Pageant, Gerald Early
The Disposable Rocket, John Updike
They All Just Went Away, Joyve Carol Oates
Graven Images, Saul Bellow

As long as men breathe.

2010-05-12T14:55:00.001-07:00

The stability of love and its power to immortalize.

Haiku #509: I hope you fall in.

2010-05-03T15:59:00.000-07:00

A deep red crevasse,
with vertiginous edges
waits to swallow you.

Doing It For Himself

2010-04-29T20:43:00.001-07:00

William Goldman

2010-04-19T18:19:00.000-07:00

Busman's Holiday

2010-04-13T11:47:00.000-07:00

Success is measured by how old and unimaginative you are.

Recorded Coincidence #1

2010-04-08T09:43:00.000-07:00

DARK HORSE

A "dark horse" is a term used to describe a little-known person or thing that emerges to prominence. Common to horse racing parlance.

(Used in a casual conversation in the morning half of my carpool with Erin. Then later in the evening portion of the carpool appeared as a clue in the crossword puzzle we were solving during our carpool)

Miyamoto Musashi

2010-03-20T18:07:00.000-07:00

Book List 19??

2010-03-20T18:01:00.000-07:00

The Chaneysville Incident > David Bradley (CEN)
Bad Blood > James H. Jones (HOL)
Haydn: Chronicle and Works > H.C. Robbins Landon
Philosophical Explanations > Robert Mozick (CEN)
Old Glory > Jonathon Raban (CEN)
Housekeeping > Marilynne Robinson (CEN, ENC, PLATT)
Midnight's Children> Salman Rushdie
The Gate of Heavenly Peace > Jonathan Spence (CEN, NOHO, Chinatown)
A Flag for Sunrise > Robert Stone (CEN)
The White Hotel > D.M. Thomas (CEN, HOL)
Prisoner Without A Name > Jacob Timerman
Rabbit is Rich > John Updike
Zuckerman Unbound > Philip Roth
World Without End > Francine du Plessix Gray (CEN)

American Movie Critics: An Anthology > Philip Lopate (SILVER LAKE)

Vulgar & Indecent

2010-03-03T20:07:00.000-08:00

ribald
coronary thrombosis
solecism
preambulate
cognomen
etiolated
platitudinous
philistine
apotheosis
capricious
tendresse
expiatory
midges
potentate
umbra
solipsism
paroxysm
manqué
uranist
pastiche
impunity
mympholept
fey
coevals
faunlet
terrestrial
poltroon
palliative
perineum
fascinum
girleen
chameleonic
voluptas
equanimity
tachycardia
dirndled
coruscating
desultory
ameliorization
jocosely
crenulated
meretricious
favonian
phocine
priap
nates
nacreous
nictating
concomitant
anent
bower
charshaf
dolorous
"crippling" pantomime
mawkish
iliac
incondite
incubus
verisimilitude
incarnadine
vermeil
duenna
acrosonic
olisbos
epistle
missive
swain
alembic
phiter
lentigo
pharisaic
Catullus
inutile
canthus
"Kurort"
roan
Kilmerite
Pharaanis
lanugo
rufous
pollex
viatic
priapic
concupiscence
gambol
shirred
pavonine
bobby-soxer

One-Hundred Fifty Chest Hairs.

2010-03-03T19:11:00.000-08:00

the weekend left your jacket unbuttoned
and that beard started to grow on your chin
if i didn't know any better
i'd think sex appeal was trying its hand at you

next you'll be buying me drinks
and finding passable reasons to see the inside of my apartment
once there you might turn up the heat
and have me dance to a song while you sing its lyrics to my cheek

Core emptiness.

2010-03-02T16:17:00.000-08:00

The cheapness of reality can rarely afford the richness of a lusty impossibility.

Bird Brain Lobotomy

2010-02-26T15:26:00.001-08:00

Firsts

2010-02-24T09:53:00.000-08:00

The First Computer

Fallen dinosaur (Brea Tar Pits inspired imagery)
Dinosaur half buried in the earth

The First Man on the Moon
Space Exploration

Explorers (Vasco de Gama)
Stoic Stances
Lewis + Clark
Flag Ship
America as seen by its first exporers

I Can't Get No...No Satisfaction.

2010-02-04T10:01:00.000-08:00

A Thought on Cosmetic Surgery

2010-01-27T12:30:00.000-08:00

Plastic Surgery : the oughts :: Shag Carpeting : 1970's