Saturday, October 14, 2006

(via g*n*va-link dot ch slash st*fcola slash storm)


I will not toy with it nor bend an inch.
Deep in the secret chambers of my heart
I muse my life-long hate, and without flinch
I bear it nobly as I live my part.
My being would be a skeleton, a shell,
If this dark Passion that fills my every mood,
And makes my heaven in the white world's hell,
Did not forever feed me vital blood.
I see the mighty city through a mist--
The strident trains that speed the goaded mass,
The poles and spires and towers vapor-kissed,
The fortressed port through which the great ships pass,
The tides, the wharves, the dens I contemplate,
Are sweet like wanton loves because I hate."

--Claud* McKay, Harl*m Shadows (1922)

"The reality of the otherworld was not in question. The Celts were so certain of it that they would even lend money to be repaid in the next world." --A*d**n Cr*min, Th* C*lts (1996)

York Wilson.

Cast*r's Blog.

Friday, October 13, 2006

   "A Lay of Winning and Losing"

a floor long
moon brain glow · solid unknown
against ambush · on

moaning indigo oblong crystal Darfur

a ongoing agony · closing
pools twinkling · psalm wobbly blindfold silk
lungfish anxious skillfully · par poison own

angular sandcoil Ogpu

warp Xiombarg in us
Italbar walking
ambush abort · dusk tsunami · shards sobbing
with ambit
solid raucous ours final unknown

ignominious wisp ink
why · wink such idiot botch
pools obsidian
floor sobbing indigo agony
animals hybrid cannot · atavist rasp
slowly adapt · Darfur add · affliction full
crystal raucous polity until
again pools withal subtract

"The epic Teutonic anesthetic, Heavy Metal was brutally ham-fisted renderings of blues-based white rock--a totally moronic and downered wipe-out which complimented [sic] the Seventies teenage leisure activities of arson and alcoholism." --Juli* Burchill & Tony Parsons, Th* Boy Look*d at Johnny (1978)

Att*ntion-D*ficit D*mocracy.

"...Godzilla is inside each one of us." --Godzilla 2000

Thursday, October 12, 2006

(via trav*l-*arth dot com)

"When asked about the disproportionately large hands found in his paintings, Pletka replied, "Frankly, there are two reasons. One is that I found hands to be difficult for me to do. So, I started focusing on them in order to do a really good job. The more I focused on them the bigger they became." "

   "A Bivouac

You came without a human sound,
  You came and brought my soul to me;
I only woke, and all around
They slumbered on the firelit ground,
  Beside the guns in Burgundy.

I felt the gesture of your hands,
  You signed my forehead with the Cross;
The gesture of your holy hands
Was bounteous--like the misty lands
  Along the Hills in Calvados.

But when I slept I saw your eyes,
  Hungry as death, and very far.
I saw demand in your dim eyes
Mysterious as the moons that rise
  At midnight, in the Pines of Var."


"Whereas the historical eighteenth century lasted 126 years (from 1688 to 1815)...and the nineteenth century lasted ninety-nine years (from 1815 to 1914)...the twentieth century lasted seventy-five years (from 1914 to 1989)..." --ibid


"No wonder Southey could laugh when, having written fifty stanzas about the forthcoming royal wedding, he heard that the engagement had been called off." --Mark Stor*y, Rob*rt South*y: A Lif* (1997)

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

"Sleep: and between the closed eyelids of sleep,
From the dark spirit's still unresting grief,
The one tear burns its way. O God, O God,
What monstrous world is this, whence no escape
Even in sleep? Between the fast-shut lids
This one tear comes, hangs on the lashes, falls:
Symbol of some gigantic dream, that shakes
The secret-sleeping soul... And I descend
By a green cliff that fronts the worldlong sea;
Disastrous shore, where bones of ships and rocks
Are mixed; and beating waves bring in the sails
Of unskilled mariners, ill-starred. The gulls
Fall in a cloud upon foul flotsam there;
The air resounds with cries of scavengers."


"It may be a bluff. It may be a feint. It may be a simple show of American power. But I doubt it.."

"But sixty years before that [1923], Jakob Burkhardt had written: The time of 'the terrible simplifers' will come." --John Lukacs, Th* Hitl*r of History (1997)

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

(via //xavi*r dot bord*ri* dot n*t slash blog)

Monday, October 09, 2006

(via //bass2000 dot obspm dot fr)

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Clyfford Still, 1949 (via tigtail dot org)

"The deeper you dig the harder the rock, the narrower the tunnel, the lonelier the journey."

miasmata walls
throughout scorn flurry

tatpurusha radiant Saragossa
squall psalm childhood twinkling aurora
quaff Samhain

fitful acquisitions walk
pursuing haystacks a Whig
pursuing radiant tamarind

laptop smoky · warp brain fighting ink wodwo
alloy spiral has
stairway air

Finish of Rocky Mini-World 134340.

3nd of Summ*r.

"There sounds a shot of pistol..."