Sunday, June 25, 2006

Living With War: The Great Debate

posted at 4:49 PM

But to everyone's surprise, including his own, Young neither burnt out nor faded away. To paraphrase Bob Dylan, it seemed like the only thing he knew how to do was to keep on keeping on. It's been quite a journey. Or, as Elliot Roberts once put it: 'It's not like the art is separate from the life, it's one and the same with Neil.' Only Dylan, indeed, has walked that line with the same kind of devil-may-care determination and utter disregard for the vagaries of musical taste. Only Dylan walks on to a stage trailing such a mythology, such a surfeit of startling songs, such a devoted to-the-point-of- obsessive following. Put simply, Neil Young is one of the last great maverick geniuses of rock, and bone fide living legend to boot. Not that he gives a hoot about that either.

posted at 4:07 PM

lake petersburg ... on the shores of which is where i be right now

posted at 1:30 PM

springfield dominicans

posted at 1:28 PM

Mexico Murphy Memoirs

posted at 1:23 PM

just discovered pete's & donna's european vacation

posted at 10:23 AM

 

Friday, June 23, 2006

just spotted over at wood s lot ...

War is, at first, the hope that one will be better off; next, the expectation that the other fellow will be worse off; then, the satisfaction that he isn't any better off; and, finally, the surprise at everyone's being worse off. How is the world ruled and how do wars start? Diplomats tell lies to journalists and then believe what they read.
- Karl Kraus (1874-1936)

posted at 5:08 PM

it was perfectly breezy there late this morning ... when i'd finished ripping weeds out of the front garden & shovelling some neighbor-dog poop & all & i was sitting getting air-cooled in the breeze looking at the birds & the lake & perfect puffy clouds & blue ... thinking words that might work here & i got some ... but now i forget ... i guess that means i'm on vacation

posted at 4:59 PM

 

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

had some rain this morning & it prevented the walk ... but little green things in the garden are happy ... a bit after one dom & i walked out into the humid world & it felt really good ... to me ... and there was this nice wind in the tall grass ... so i walked with the eye of terrence malick ... have you seen The New World? no matter ... i think he's got long shots of tall wavy grass in every film ...

just read the short 33 1/3 book Ramones ... a very sensible take on punk notions & the band ... then i launched into this other short one on basquiat (a remaindered taschen with really cool pictures)

& watched The Grave of the Fireflies ... so ... with all this it seems i'm well into summer mode ... & down to mom & meg tomorrow ...

posted at 8:41 PM

 

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

thinking good no-pain thoughts for suzanne who's going in for some "ulna collateral ligament repair" tomorrow ...

thinking thankful thoughts for kaiser who treated me to some really good lunch & talk today ...

thinking goofy grateful thoughts for the ramones in particular & new york city in general ... and that lake county sunset ... right there out my window now ... grateful

posted at 8:07 PM

 

Monday, June 19, 2006

reading calvino's Hermit in Paris: Autobiographical Writings ...

Among the Invisible Cities there is one on stilts, and its inhabitants watch their own absence from on high. Maybe to understand who I am I have to observe a point where I could be but am not. Like an early photographer who poses in front of the camera and then runs to press the switch, photographing the spot where he could have been but isn't. Perhaps that is the way the dead observe the living, a mixture of interest and incomprehension.


posted at 9:55 PM

village voice > books > Michael Gray's The Bob Dylan Encyclopedia ... This is no mere catalog of facts, but a work of oceanic immersion. It has wit, opinion, style, and asks to be read, not just consulted.

posted at 9:30 PM

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