Sunday, October 31, 2004


posted at 9:02 PM

AS Byatt on JM Barrie...
The summers of late-Victorian and Edwardian England were unusually long and hot. Families were large, and children were no longer required to be seen and not heard. They talked and were talked to; they ran wild in woods and fields; they had an autonomous, carefree existence of which their staid parents were somewhat envious. Or so it seems, reading the fantasised adventures of the powerful children's literature of the time. (via the spiral-bound group)
posted at 4:17 PM

Terza Rima
posted at 11:45 AM

it's a very good thing when suzanne do not stop...
posted at 11:25 AM

interesting to hold this thought from The Washington Times...
In the five measured and beautifully written essays that make up this book, we are given as close a look at this enormously influential latter-day troubadour as we are likely ever to have, at least from his own pen. Mr. Dylan's memory for detail is phenomenal and he has a talented writer's gift for knowing what to tell us, and what to leave out.

up against this one from jim derogatis in The Chicago Sun-Times...
Far from being the personally revealing look at the "real" Dylan that some reviewers are hailing, Chronicles: Volume One, like many of Dylan's best creations, is a ping-pong game between fiction and fact; a hyper-romantic love letter to a mythical time, place and mood during its rose-colored portrait of the early New York folk scene, and finally a wickedly funny, myth-deflating look at the mundane realities of the act of creation in the long chunk of the book devoted to the making of the unremarkable "Oh Mercy" of 1989.

i'm with the latter... Chronicles v.1 is an excellent book... but it is clearly... gloriously... confabulated... i like my dylan like that... i also like the way derogatis keeps clear of the dylan cliches...
posted at 10:47 AM

happy birthday, cat...

she's 16... she's been a good cat...



many thanks to all you who had the notion... that i could use a cat...
posted at 10:15 AM

 

Saturday, October 30, 2004

American Photography: A Century of Images
posted at 9:14 PM

Heaney's Poetry Makes Past Present

posted at 3:28 PM

paula considers... Three Faces
posted at 2:50 PM

I grew up in a family where two topics typically dominated the evening dinner conversations: religion and politics.
posted at 10:55 AM

Happy Birthday, John Adams...
I must study politics and war that my sons may have liberty to study mathematics and philosophy. My sons ought to study mathematics and philosophy, geography, natural history, naval architecture, navigation, commerce and agriculture in order to give their children a right to study painting, poetry, music, architecture, statuary, tapestry, and porcelain.
(via the ever-useful elegant simplicity of Born Today)
posted at 9:38 AM

 

Friday, October 29, 2004

so... now it's really... friday
posted at 3:41 PM

Scot Barnett on Henri Cole
posted at 11:16 AM

Henri Cole
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Thursday, October 28, 2004

Index for Just the Thing: Selected Letters of James Schuyler 1951-1991... a pdf file for Acrobat Reader.
posted at 10:22 PM

What am I? What am I? Am I driven cattle?

Yeah, yr driven cattle...

posted at 1:43 PM

leonard cohen's Dear Heather just arrived and i've got it going right now... title tune, in fact... it's a fairly laconic album... a kind of sprechstimme (not really) without the high-end screech... niceness all over the lyrics and tunes.. a very pleasant first impression... no dud
posted at 1:40 PM

Tower Of Song
by Leonard Cohen


Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day
Oh in the Tower of Song
I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him coughing all night long
A hundred floors above me
In the Tower of Song

I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond
They tied me to this table right here
In the Tower of Song

So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong
Ah they don't let a woman kill you
Not in the Tower of Song

Now you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be
sure
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor
And there's a mighty judgement coming, but I may be wrong
You see, you hear these funny voices
In the Tower of Song

I see you standing on the other side
I don't know how the river got so wide
I loved you baby, way back when
And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed
But I feel so close to everything that we lost
We'll never have to lose it again

Now I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back
There moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track
But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone
I'll be speaking to you sweetly
From a window in the Tower of Song

Yeah my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day
Oh in the Tower of Song

posted at 1:02 PM

Sprechgesang
posted at 12:56 PM

Pierrot Lunaire
posted at 12:56 PM

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : Mezzo Cammin

Half of my life is gone, and I have let
The years slip from me and have not fulfilled
The aspiration of my youth, to build
Some tower of song with lofty parapet.
Not indolence, nor pleasure, nor the fret
Of restless passions that would not be stilled,
But sorrow, and a care that almost killed,
Kept me from what I may accomplish yet;
Though, half-way up the hill, I see the Past
Lying beneath me with its sounds and sights, --
A city in the twilight dim and vast,
With smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights, --
And hear above me on the autumnal blast
The cataract of Death far thundering from the heights.
posted at 12:21 PM

 

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

deviantART: Wallpaper Gallery
posted at 12:00 PM

The Canada Council for the Arts announces finalists for the 2004 Governor General's Literary Awards
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Tuesday, October 26, 2004

Frequently Asked Questions on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism
posted at 4:34 PM

SafeYouth.org - Teen Facts - Bullying
posted at 4:21 PM

sophomore sentence of the moment: Guns are very violent and can kill each other in the blink of an eye.
posted at 3:53 PM

this is red ribbon week... i'm wondering if i need to be concerned that only eight of my twenty-five seniors came up to get their red ribbon that says "don't let friends do drugs"... is it that tough for a kid here... and a senior kid at that... to take an anti-drug stand... wear an anti-drug message? uncool? i'm wondering... and a little concerned
posted at 1:07 PM

and the crunch goes on...
posted at 12:30 PM

 

Monday, October 25, 2004

the grading... crunch... ug...
posted at 8:49 PM

Remembering Jacques Derrida ...
posted at 7:58 AM

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