Tuesday, January 09, 2007

The Hat model of meaning: every word is a hat, and every meaning is something that wears that hat.


Fl*sh in th* Ag* of R*ason.


Sound of th* B*ast.


Thomas Pain*, Star Park*r, Dani*l P*arl in a row.


   "UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE

There are places in me where nothing can live.

Places like the road to Mongolia
tells you to roll up your windows & try to breathe shallower.

Maybe it was a failure of enginering.
I dunno. i don't go out at night
searching for beacons that aren't there...

But I keep track pretty good. That's something;
& for jokers who have to ask, I've prepared
a variety of colorful accounts."

--Y*ntl Hambright, Bri*f and Burning Pray*rs (1968)


"Butterflies are landing on your right arm, your left arm is covered with cockroaches. Or you are walking in mud and your eyes are on the back of your head."


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