Sunday, May 15, 2005

We make war, we are told, for the love of peace. We subvert our Bill of Rights and impose our will abroad for the sake of freedom and the rule of law,' he said. 'We honor greed and waste with the name of economy. We allow ever greater wealth and power to accumulate in the hands of a privileged few only to provide jobs for working people and charity to the poor. And we sanctify all this as Christian, though the Gospels support none of it by so much as a line or a word.
posted at 9:08 PM

many tiny flowers... big heavy smell... granny everywhere...

posted at 8:20 PM

about the Rossi Ballroom in old Braidwood... mom writes...

My cousin, Pete, Uncle's Steve's son build it--the same Pete (he was one of the older Rossi cousins, I was the youngest) who had the swimming pool and Motel on Jefferson at Rt 55. It was one of those places where I wasn't allowed--of course I was only a kid. But on special occasions we would go as a family--fund raisers etc. It was about a half mile southwest of town on RT 66. It was very popular, people came from distances and as I remember it there were always very popular bands playing there.

posted at 8:09 PM

she's a ben webster 'round midnight kind of cat...
posted at 7:56 PM

Hibbing finally gives Old Dylan his due...
The street where Bob Dylan grew up is being given the name 'Dylan Drive' in his honor.
posted at 2:09 PM


Saturday, May 14, 2005

In the Garden: The Language of Flowers
posted at 5:03 PM

draft resistance in milwaukee april 1968... mention of m. cullen
posted at 11:29 AM


Friday, May 13, 2005

Suburban Myths - The Skeptic's Refuge
posted at 3:38 PM

What is Your World View? ... via dagzine
posted at 12:58 PM

A general term describing when one part of speech (most often the main verb, but sometimes a noun) governs two or more other parts of a sentence (often in a series).
posted at 8:26 AM

... but damn, those bakelite bell-and-clapper rotary dial jobs were sweee-ee-eet. And had the added advantage to being anchored to one's house. ... sing it, sister paula
posted at 8:12 AM

NPR : 'Guys Read:' Encouraging Boys to Love Books
posted at 7:59 AM


Thursday, May 12, 2005

A visual poem we can hold in our hands; it can stay with us over time, continuously there. The poem for the ear we must resuscitate out of our memory or off the page whenever we want to experience it again.
posted at 3:09 PM


Wednesday, May 11, 2005

NYPL Digital Gallery ... worth a wander
posted at 3:49 PM

ach... ap government test today obliterated my first period... and will probably do the same for the next two periods as well... six kids in period B... "just the quiet ones" one says... we read the first chapter of The Things They Carried
posted at 9:24 AM


Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Rock music has rarely encouraged clarity. The most celebrated rock artists of the nineties were proud obscurantists: Beck's songs sounded like Dadaist poems; Nirvana's Kurt Cobain substituted fragments for stories; and Pavement's Stephen Malkmus, a John Ashbery fan, wrote lyrics that were easy to hear but hard to unpack.
posted at 12:58 PM

John Balaban's Ca Dao Recordings
posted at 10:47 AM

what is a voice compared to a stone... U B U W E B :: Ca Dao: Vietnamese Folk Poems
posted at 10:39 AM

The Vietnam Database
posted at 9:21 AM


Monday, May 09, 2005

Sebastiao Salgado: Among the giants... whales are cool
posted at 3:15 PM

Haggerty Museum of Art... a visual poetry exhibit at MU... another reason to get me to milwaukee this summer...
posted at 3:10 PM

Reimagining American Studies Homepage
posted at 10:57 AM

Rossi's Ballroom?
posted at 10:42 AM

most people know Anton Cermak... if they know him at all... as the guy who took a bullet for FDR... but i know him as the future most corrupt mayor of chicago... and the guy who worked in my great-grandfather's spaghetti factory... before the age of 16, after which he moved to chicago to fulfill his destiny... his family, no doubt, has fonder memories of him...
posted at 10:27 AM

dr jazz... a good danish station to see me through a day without seniors... just played ernestine anderson's "body & soul" ... & knocked me out... see me pulling myself up off the floor
posted at 10:15 AM


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