what the brother said...
Sunday, December 21, 2003
stingy pomes... i make such stingy pomes...
and i toss them out... so freely...
wasted a lot of time this afternoon adding
past weeks to this fyp03
first line index
... resolved: to maintain more timely records
of my stuff... for what...
the cat prefers to sit on this stack
of recent american poetry reviews... i don't read much in them
anymore... not for theoretic aesthetic reasons but because i almost
never get around to it... but i do look at the pictures... so
the cat prefers to sit there now on gillian conoley's face...
i read her poems... they were pretty good
I love Lord of the Rings: an unbiased review
my kind of movie review... haven't seen the movie
yet... but this... approach... makes me smile...
Times Writing formal
verse is like playing romantic comedy with the net down.
de CoreyI happen to
believe that the Yasusada hoax was nothing less than a piece of
performance art--a genuinely avant garde act because the object
of its critque were those same authorizing institutions that made
its own "authorization" possible. Yasusada's work makes
us think as well as feel.
as i understand it, kent johnson presented a number of poems to
the apr (when?) under the name of araki yasusada. they were published,
praised... and then found out... a hoax... useful and lovely...
update: turns out to be much more
complex... and interesting than that... see the google links above
Saturday, December 20, 2003
about Billy Bragg
When one voice rules the nation
Just because they're on top of the pile
mean their vision is the clearest
of the people
Are falling on deaf ears
Our politicians all become careerists
must declare their interests
But not their company
Is there more to a seat in parliament
Then sitting on your arse
best of all this bad bunch
Are shouting to be
Above the sound of ideologies clashing
Outside the patient millions
Who put them into power
a little more back for their taxes
books, beds in hospitals
And peace in our bloody
All they get is old men grinding axes
Who've built their private fortunes
the things they can rely
The courts, the secret
The Stock Exchange and the old school
For God and Queen and Country
things they justify
Above the sound of ideologies
God bless the civil
The nations saving grace
we expect democracy
They're laughing in our face
And although our cries get louder
laughter gets louder still
Above the sound of
these recent posts expose me for the
true slacker that i am... i should not be surfing the blogs...
i should be processing final exams and other paper stuff... but
i just finished one pile and felt like playing around a bit...
so get off my case... he says to himself
CaptureWhile the Iraqis
have every right to hate him and bring him to trial, the Americans
have no right whatsoever to judge him or try him. To this day
Hussein has done nothing to the Americans and is not guilty of
any of the crimes that the Americans excused themselves into going
to war over.
piece from an alternative p.o.v. ... check out the discussion
in the post's comments...
Timber: Sing a bleep bleep
thoughts on the vagaries of song censorship... don't go there
if yr bothered by the kind of things that get censored out of
songs... don't complain to me about the link if you do and you
are... (via reading & writing)
Friday, December 19, 2003
i was thinking about posting to This
Journal today... but i'm feeling perfectly empty... i know i haven't
done squat over there all month... i'm sorry... i'm sorry... i
can't tell you about the lady who came to the door this evening...
no, that's not her over at a recent fyp... not even a little...
well, maybe a little... but tonight i've got to re-see lord of
the rings 1... so i can see lotr2 tomorrow... so i can see lotr3...
i'm in full denial
of the work i need to do... you see, i have time... and it's friday
right now they're beginning the last
exam... here in world lit honors... all of my tests use the word
"subversive"... i'm puzzled at the number of students...
some of our best and brightest... who don't know what it means...
my big fat american heritage dictionary is open to that page...
back in the day we all knew what subversive meant... it was in
the air... i guess...
Thursday, December 18, 2003
i guess just being a carmelite earns
me... and my brothers... the occasionally offbeat, interesting
phone call... the other day i received one from a woman in lousiana
who was asking about the following prayer... i don't know how
she ended up with my particular phone number... of all the carmelite
phones in the country... but i found the prayer... and i'm posting
here not to evangelize you... though i'm sure you need it... but
to remind myself to return the lady's call...Society
of the Little Flower | Miraculous Invocation to St. Therese
O Glorious St. Therese, whom
Almighty God has raised up to aid and inspire the human family,
I implore your Miraculous Intercession. You are so powerful in
obtaining every need of body and spirit from the Heart of God.
Holy Mother Church proclaims you 'Prodigy of Miracles... the greatest
saint of Modern Times.' Now I fervently beseech you to answer
my petition (mention here) and to carry out your promises of spending
heaven doing good on earth... of letting fall from Heaven a Shower
of Roses. Little Flower, give me your childlike faith, to see
the Face of God in the people and experiences of my life, and
to love God with full confidence. St. Therese, my Carmelite Sister,
I will fulfill your plea 'to be made known everywhere' and I will
continue to lead others to Jesus through you.
here i sit out in
the boonies... (not necessarily a geographical position)... can
anyone help me
... what's the
theory... how's the practice?
on this stuff... which site/link... i think first sent
Wednesday, December 17, 2003
o... beth's a dominican sister as well
as my own... this is her third trip... her last was a little over
a year ago... before the war... to get a clearer sense of what
she's doing there, check out Dominican
Fast for Peace
... and scroll down a bit...
o... my sister
beth is in iraq... baghdad... looking around... doing stuff...
at my school address
i receive 100-200 bits of spam every day... it is my own fault...
i made one mistake two years ago... there is no undoing... no
forgiveness... no redemption... short of dying to the old and
being born again... which is in the hands of those more powerful
than i...(link via twists & turns)
the first round of semester exams is
done... four rounds to go...
test consists of two essay questions... one for fiction and drama...
one for poetry... one hour to write both...
what i've read of these first ones so far isn't
too too terrible... i know the difficulty of having to produce
brilliant (i settle for coherent) thought and analysis under pressure...
was never that good at it myself... always better at thinking
on my butt than thinking on my feet... so i have some compassion
for those who stumble... but i smile bigly for those who pull
Tuesday, December 16, 2003
was born today in 1770... this morning i shaved
to the "pathetique" sonata (via alfred brendel)... while
the cat hummed along...
Pacifist Dictionary (Nonviolence.org) We love our freedoms, desperately mourn the violence
against our country, and long for justice. We recognize the need
for sacrifice and courage in these terribles times. We pray for
some filming today... some passing papers
back... some discussion of the semester's work... some wild laughter
and shouting across the hall among the secret santas at their
party... i was not a secret santa... right now... today feels
like friday... tests begin tomorrow...
o... last class day of the first semester...
everybody sing... TEmPUS FUGiT...
Monday, December 15, 2003
in world honors today we (meaning i)
had planned on a whopping fine discussion of book one of rushdie's
an explanation of the semester exam... how to prepare for it...
and just as i asked "so now... who is
father of saleem sinai?... someone pipes up "brother tom?"...
yes... "about that movie we were going to make"... o...
yes... "are we going to make a movie?"... good question...
and so the period was spent in a consideration of the logistics...
an introduction to carmel hs to reciprocate a video sent to us
by students in midwest, wyoming...
core of students seem very interested... and we've got psc, boy
filmmaker, in the class... but tomorrow is the last day of the
quarter... so... we film tomorrow... and i intend that a part
of that filming will be of a whopping fine discussion of rushdie's
Midnight's Children, Book One... but...
saddam looks very biblical in that beard...
like a sad prophet...
have been a nicer man...once i had a beard
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