what the brother said...
Sunday, February 15, 2004
smooth words... as often via whiskey
your head. Keep looking at the bandaged place.
where the light enters you. And don't believe for a moment
that you're healing yourself." - Rumi
from The Nation (2.9.04) Arundhati Roy's
New American CenturyIt
was wonderful that on February 15 last year, in a spectacular
display of public morality, 10 million people on five continents
marched against the war on Iraq. It was wonderful, but it was
enough... so i fell into a unreasonable swoon... and out plopped
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one year old today... who'd a thunk... and now of course... we
have a world at peace... yr very welcome... glad to have helped
Saturday, February 14, 2004
Magazine- people, land , and communityFarming Magazine celebrates the joys of farming
well and living well on a small, ecologically-conscious scale.
It explores the intricate bonds connecting people, land, and community
and it offers a hopeful vision of the future of farming in America.
The magazine is created in the spirit of stewardship for the earth
and regard for its inhabitants.
Gaiman on book coversEnglish
publishers like book jackets that look one way, American publishers
like them another way. Americans grumble about British book jackets,
English people talk about how unimpressive American Book Jackets
are. Russian book covers don't like like anyone else's book covers,
nor do Japanese or Polish or Croat. The Finns tend to be unimpressed
by Norwegian book covers, while the Swedes look down on the Danes.
Meanwhile, the French struggle with one of the problems of French
Publishing, which means that a book of worth and quality should
have no image at all on the cover, merely the author's name and
the book title; a picture means that the book is a potboiler,
and not fully respectable.
recently finished John
Gardner: Literary Outlaw
... with mixed feelings... but am
glad it was written and that i read it... i just wish it was...
more... as the insightful reviews at this amazon link also say...
a continuing shame: that only Grendel
, of all Gardner's
novels, is still in print...
writers often experience a fall-off in attention after their deaths,
as if literary history needed time to catch its breath. That is
especially true of writers who die before achieving the secure
status that soldiering on in their twilight years can bring.
In this gallant, candid biography,
Silesky hardly leaves us with the image of a literary knight in
shining armor. He does, however, succeed in getting Gardner back
on his horse.
Books in Brief: NonfictionJOHN
John Gardner, the achievement of literary celebrity was a mixed
blessing. During the 1970's four of his philosophical novels were
critically acclaimed and also best sellers; one, ''October Light,''
won the National Book Critics Circle Award in 1977. He was much
esteemed as a generous, inspiring teacher, his admiring students
including Charles Johnson and Raymond Carver, and was regarded
by friends as magnetic, charismatic, a ''brilliant conversationalist.''
However, ''the more famous he got,'' one friend recalled, ''the
more he'd pontificate.'' His characteristic aggressive certitude
in his literary judgments became searingly combative. Gardner's
heavy drinking intensified and his infidelity ended his second
marriage as it had his first. In ''John Gardner: Literary Outlaw,''
the poet Barry Silesky provides a deft portrait of the ''fiery
outlaw eccentric,'' an image Silesky says Gardner cultivated.
He sensitively traces Gardner's life and the development of his
writing. He concludes that Gardner (1933-82) left a body of work
that, as he said of good books, helps us ''to know what we believe,
reinforces those qualities that are noblest in us, leads us to
feel uneasy about our faults and limitations.''
Observer | 02/08/2004 | A literary genius hellbent on destructionA reader might wish that Gardner's
galloping life had been treated with a more vivid touch. Silesky's
expository style is dry and sometimes he reports too briefly on
scenes that merit more dramatic exploration. But the facts are
here -- the combination of genius and excess that made Gardner
such a compelling character, and the gist of the short, wild life
that left all those words behind.
never forget how wonderful, strange,
perfect and beautiful is Eeksy-PeeksyMy doctor has me on a diet
meant to make me linger. She says we all grow older. I notice
her hair is a different color this week and I mention it to her.
She smiles and says it's like her real color.
At home, I listen to George Gershwin, who died of
a brain tumor at 38, and I read Somerset Maugham, who died of
being 91 and Somerset Maugham, and I look at what's on my plate.
as you might imagine... i never been
a big one for valentine's day... but if you have to listen to
some music today why not...
simone... do i move you?
tom waits... coney island
billie holiday... lover man o where can
bob dylan... sugar baby
marley... is this love
cecilia bartoli... da
quel sembiante appresi (from that face i learned...schubert)
the smiths... last night i dreamt that somebody
tony bennett... do nothing till you
hear from me
wilco... i'm the man who loves you
chet baker... my funny youknowwhat
Friday, February 13, 2004
hey... check out savoradin's
... boy i needed this today... thanks, tonio
Birthday, Henry RollinsAnd
it's so lame. I respect the idea of it, how you can render some
heightened imagery and heightened intensity of a moment, but most
of the stuff I see, and the pretension that goes around it...
Anyone who would say, 'I'm a poet'... I gotta run. 'Well, then
there's my poetry...' Running! I'm running out the door. You know
what I mean? It's brutal. In New York, you talk to these people,
and they're like, 'Well, I'm working here, but really, I'm a poet.'
'Aieee!' Run! Out the door! Like Bukowski once said, not that
I can quote him all that freely, 'Most people who write shouldn't.'
You know, he was right.
ongoing reflection on the true nature of sirens
of this piece by Margaret Atwood... which i need to consider in
the light of suzanne's ideas... atwood, despite her ironic disruption
of the myth, seems to be accepting its basic premise... the destructive
end of those powers... Siren
This is the one song
would like to learn: the song
that is irresistible:
song that forces men
to leap overboard in squadrons
even though they see beached skulls
the song nobody knows
anyone who had heard it
is dead, and the others
Shall I tell you the secret
and if I do, will you get me
of this bird suit?
I don't enjoy it here
squatting on this island
picturesque and mythical
with these two feathery
I don't enjoy singing
trio, fatal and valuable.
will tell the secret to you,
to you, only to
Come closer. This song
is a cry for help: Help me!
you, only you can,
you are unique
at last. Alas
it is a boring song
but it works every time.
last night i wandered through the halls
as an "adult presence" for street scenes student night...
and got a few better shots... look what they've done to my classroom...
the show in my classroom... they're singing
"take me out to the ball game"...
across the hall... "herb's tribute
Thursday, February 12, 2004
contemporaries often noted that he had lived a 'representative
life.' By this they meant that he had shared many experiences
with ordinary Americans. As a young man Lincoln moved west with
his family, tilled the soil, educated himself, and overcame numerous
setbacks to become a successful attorney and politician. Republican
political handlers refined Lincoln's experiences into the 1860
presidential campaign's image of 'the railsplitter' at work on
the frontier. This image has remained a part of Americans' historical
memories and makes Lincoln a compelling, even mythic, figure today.
take my hand...
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
went over to school to make a picture
of my remodelled classroom... to contrast with the shot i posted
yesterday... but it's way too dark... panelled with black flats...
windows covered... a wide stage in the center... not even the
flash pictures worked... but here are some other things i found...
my friend theresa... inconspicuous as
slight evidence of dissent will be removed
it's a fundraiser for the school... with
a "patriotic" twinge...
the magic of mylar...
today they decorated the halls...
& Jop 2003
: i'm interested in hearing (from the top 20):
#2 the white stripes
fountains of wayne
#4 radiohead: hail to the
#6 the shins (actually mentioned in a local
parish homily not too long ago)
#11 rufus wainwright:
want one (i can handle small doses of rufus... yes i can)
#16 lucinda williams: world without tears (how have
i missed this one... how?)
& Jop 2003
... ok here we go... i've heard/got:
#47 Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros: Streetcore
#51 Neil Young: Greendale
and that's it... out of 237 rankings... o boy...
though i did acquire my first Outkast disk this year... and i
realize this makes me marginally pathetic...
make that NONE OF THE TOP 40...
& Jop 2003
is out... a sign of the times: i have heard NONE
of the top twenty... NONE... what have i been doing for the past
happy first birthday, ::fait
!!! (just four days older than fyp
february... birthmonth of all great blogs... i wonder which others
were born roundabouts now...)
Tuesday, February 10, 2004
the irresistible chalk board
the almost empty room
today... everything goes... somewhere
else... for street scenes... this is our yearly fundraiser in
which the school is turned into a playground... for kids on thursday
night... for grownups on friday and saturday... my room 305 is
going to room 109... right after school today... pictures may
Monday, February 09, 2004
o... these are weary monday teacher thoughts... why doesn't it help to think we have no class on wednesday... thursday... friday... monday...
i let them change my mind... we will go the other way...
five pounds of paper will require what portion of your life time... to process...
i must have been asking all the wrong questions today... and it got worse as the day progressed... it must have been my fault...
common assessments for each unit... each unit.. common assessments... for
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