these are the timesdirty beloved



a dramatist of the highest, subtlest class

The Gift

...and my father spun one orange in his palm
and said quietly, "This was Christmas, 1938,"
Sean Lause/Poetry Daily


My Heart (Cut View)

The mommy doll is upstairs, jerking the sheets straight. The daddy doll is at a downward angle, leaving. Finally the mommy doll leaves too. But I stay home. After all, it's my heart. However it leaks...
Lola Haskins/Poetry Daily


Weenie Juke Radio is Off The Air

July 15th, 2007 - Thanks to Sound Exchange, the RIAA and the Copyright Royalty Board of the Library of Congress, the Weenie Juke has been forced to shut down.

Were we to stay on the air, we could be forced to pay unfair performance royalty rates that equal approximately 100% of our total revenue, and which would equal more than twice that as rates increased each year until 2010. We are not against paying royalties and fully believe in supporting artists who make music, even though most of the artists we play have long been dead and gone. We also believe in paying for music and have encouraged listeners to purchase CDs from the labels that put out the country blues music we love.

We are, however, against extortionate rates determined by those who care nothing about music and musicians -- only about cash. Not cash in the hands of artists, but in the pockets of executives, corporate lawyers and shareholders...
Cordially yours,
Weenie Campbell
via Big Road Blues
see also on this topic:

America. T'is I, in tempting divers, for to try By sundry means, t'obtaine me, caus'de them dye And, last discover'd, undiscover'd am: For, men, to treade my Soyle, as yet, are lame
America painted to the life



All images and links Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library
via wood s lot
Emil Burgermeister, mountaineer, who with his wife Fanny trekked through the national parks and forests of California, Oregon, and Washington from the 1910s through the early 1930s
"Get Secretly Behind the Tree"
"Butter is Got from the Roots of An Old Tree"
Stieglitz, Alfred
Brigman perched in a tree
18 June 1912
The Wizard Tree
Rachel Carson as a young girl
Eugene O'Neill standing with Carlotta Monterey O'Neill
photo of Eugene O'Neill standing in walkway, looking up at tree in garden
Fig tree - Havasu - washed away later
Harlem's Wishing Tree/Tree of Hope was an elm which stood in front of the Lafayette Theatre in between 131st and 132nd Streets. It was believed to convery good luck to any who stood under its branches, and later, to grant jobs to unemployed actors who...
Harlem's Tree of Hope
Two males nudes, one against tree, one in background
"The Tree of the Soul"
man by tree playing two flutes
Douglas, Norman
Calabria photograph Album
Two women resting in front of tree
Louise Crane
Blue Wings (Blood girl)
One girl at play lodge
Dorothy refuses to live life of weaker sex

Pour Jessie
Florence Munsell and Diana
Full-length double portrait Siamese twins
Woman and girl seated on the grass
Lucy Turns Back's little girl
Young Indian girl wearing blue dress
young girl, woman, and Algerian man having a picnic
A tubercular woman Santa Fe, New Mexico 1913
young girl with a hat
The Aztec lilliputians
Illustrated memoir of an eventful expedition into Central America : resulting in the discovery of the idolatrous city of Iximaya, in an unexplored region; and the possession of two remarkable Aztec children, Maximo, (the man), & Bartola, (the girl)
Hattie Moore, a Kiowa Girl Anadarko, Okla.
In a neighbouring village resides a good-looking peasant girl called Aldonza Lorenza
Rachel Carson as a young girl holding a toy bear in the snow
Rachel Carson as a young girl with two dogs sitting on steps
Rachel Carson as a young girl with two dogs sitting on the grass
This is a man dressed as a girl and dances in the sacred rain during the summer

Black man seated with young white girl
photo of young Alfred Stieglitz sitting in the woods with a hat; girl seated in background
Wishham Girl
TV with Empire State Building

Old woman seated by lodge door (detail)
Walter McClintock
Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library

photo of woman on a bed clutching a pillow
Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library
link to site via wood s lot

Edward Teller’s Leg

...our breathing fell away down
the mountain. We leaned back,

the tinkling sky
chandeliered with neurons. All the night before...
Ron Smith/Poetry Daily


Moss Shows


their inner qibla reconfigured:

By sequentially altering the temperature of the water in which salmon fry are hatched and raised, researchers can lay a distinctive “batch label” into the chemical layers of the otolith—a kind of barcode, inscribed in stone, and indelibly preserved within the maturing adult fish...
via 3QD


To the Family of the Man We Ate 130 Years Ago

...with its many fluids and folds, his own
body, a chicken's wing, even
patted a dog's back with it and then
he raised it to our chieftain's
head to remove a wooden half
a fishbone—comb, he called it,
after he had shown him one gliding
through his own hair—well...
Sharon Dolin/Verse Daily

Blind boy Fuller, Gary Davis, Sonny Terry
much more, @Big Road Blues


Jakob Dylan Seeing Things
esp. Something Good This Way Comes

The Blackmailer's Wife Reads History and Considers the Nature of Guilt

...people claimed they saw
Napoleon's face in the moon. Others caught the rigging
of his facial bones, the holes of his eyes, ghosted

on the flattened white of an egg. Myself, I've a fear of touching
a white balloon and finding my husband's head inside...
Judy Brown/Verse Daily


A Tribute To Old Time Country Music

mp3's of obscure genuine real country performers


treasurable Joni Mitchell 1972 in Paris free:

This Flight Tonight
Cold Blue Steel And Sweet Fire
Big Yellow Taxi
Cactus Tree
See You Sometime
For Free
All I Want
A Case Of You

A Lesson In Survival
You Turn Me On I’m A Radio
For The Roses
Both Sides Now
Rainy Night House
The Circle Game
via rw


Two things, a movie PU-239, also called The Half Life of Timofey Berezin, and a book, Shaun Tan's The Arrival, a graphic novel.
The protagonist in both is virtually the same guy, though they're presented with diametrically opposite outcomes to their lives, one sad and final, the other hopeful and opening out to the future.
But Paddy Considine's Timofey and Tan's nameless father have wonderfully symmetrical shapes, the vibe of each of them as though it was the life of one man told in two alternate stories.
Not to mention Nikolaj Lie Kaas as a Mafiya big shot in the movie, and a fantastically true architecture in Tan's book that captures the alien hit of emigration with gorgeous sepia precision.


RRC is the only publication recommended by Rage Against the Machine


The Museum of Stones

...stone from the silvery grass near the scaffold,

stone from the tunnel lined with bones...
Carolyn Forché
New Yorker


His parents didn't know what to do:

In September[2007], David [Foster Wallace, then 45 years old] asked Amy to forgo her annual fall-break visit. He wasn't up to it. By October, his symptoms had become bad enough to send him to the hospital. His parents didn't know what to do. "I started worrying about that," Sally [his mother] says, "but then it seemed OK."
David Lipsky/Rolling Stone 30.Oct.08
via RW


propaganda for gods, clairvoyants and a form of theocratic thought control

I did the entire show with my fly open!

My Heart to Fear

...every whichway, through their hoops
and scorn. For the walls of health are bright...
Heather McHugh
Verse Daily


The Return leopard,
one tree,

and one nameless flower
blooming discreetly
in a corner.

There was all the time in the world...
Kate Lim
Verse Daily


The Laughing Thrush

...yes this is the place and the one time
in the whole of before and after
with all of memory waking into it...

W.S. Merwin 





Instead of the missing Oddities, this will have to do:

Hazel Ruffles had all the diamonds. Alison Chivers held the hearts. The spades were with the dummy.

One Web Day
for Boynton
The Queer, the Quaint, and the Quizzical was a book in the university library stacks I found just wandering years ago, when I was young, and read for a while each time I was there. A 19th c. miscellany of weird stuff.
So Futility Closet is a compendium of things drawn from suchlike books, and many of them, and it was what I was going to link to as the One Web Day example of the internet's provident nature and overall good richness.
So but of course it is currently down, or gone, or missing for a while.
This after spending a few hours today poring over its Oddities archive.
Which may reappear any moment now.
As the somewhat missing Ramage has done.


Maria Bamford
via Dayrobber
Dayrobber has the great business model


The Mole

..not in itself but later
in signs of its going
a reminder..
Merwin/Poetry Daily


The Deadly Sins/Despair;The One Unforgivable Sin

Yet there remains a persistent counterimpulse, an irresistible tug toward stasis and toward those truths that, in Melville's words, will not be comforted. At the antipode of American exuberance and optimism there is the poet's small, still, private voice, the voice of individual conscience; the voice, for instance, of Dickinson, who, like Rainer Maria Rilke and Gerard Manley Hopkins, mined the ideal vocabulary for investigating those shifting, penumbral states of consciousness that do, in the long run, constitute our lives. Whatever our public identities may be, whatever our official titles, our heralded or derided achievements and the statistics that accrue to us like cobwebs, this is the voice we trust. For, if despair's temptations can be resisted, surely we become more human and compassionate, more like one another in our common predicament.
Joyce Carol Oates/NYTimes 25.Jul.93
There is a pain - so utter -
It swallows +substance up -
Then covers the Abyss with Trance -
So Memory can step
Around - Across - upon it -
As One within A Swoon -
Goes +safely - where an Open Eye -
Would drop Him - Bone by Bone
Emily Dickinson
Dickinson Electronic Archives


...and yellow flesh
And hinge of beak still beckoning...
Michael Waters/VerseDaily


There is at least one gratifying juxtaposition:

But still, our understanding of the mechanisms of the world remains fuzzy around the edges. If we were told that our computer worked because there was an angel inside, some of us couldn’t disprove it. The cultures were undivided in Leonardo’s day, but now those of us who deal in metaphors don’t know how to make machines. If we wanted to move a mountain, we would have to rely on faith.
Hilary Mantel/LRB
The author Hilary Mantel is very well-respected around here.
Stones/Scorcese response any minute now.


This is an anthology, then, of the writing that gets produced when reasonable men and women fight off the extremes of protest and despair to which they’ve been driven by the devastation of this planet. That makes this a practical-minded collection, commendably light on the vaporous spirituality, the blank stare, found in so much nature writing. This is literature for a cause...


Summer in the City:

...Over there, bending the ear of a young cop who was attempting to pry himself away without leaving his post, was the little man who showed up at all public functions, waving a greasy, much folded piece of paper that may once have been an official document. His cause, an ancient and esoteric grievance, was instantly forgotten by anyone who listened to two minutes of it, although it seemed to keep him alive. The dirty shirtless man with the nine misshapen and mange-ridden dogs was there--from the look of them you assumed a carnival of incest--and so was the marooned Swiss woman with the stainless-steel hip who regularly woke up everybody on the block calling all night for her cat, Gaston...
Luc Sante/Pinakothek


Barking inform you
that I didn’t die young.
Age swept past me
but I caught up.
Spring has begun here and each day
brings new birds up from Mexico.
Yesterday I got a call from the outside
world but I said no...
Jim Harrison/PoetryMagazine


watch this space for an idiosyncratic review of Scorcese's Shine a Light
Coming Soon!

Ida Hammershøi
Vilhelm Hammershøi is pretty much my favorite painter

Everything That Happens Will Happen Today


...a clumsy
paraphrase of something the woman I love,
who isn't a corporate lawyer, said to me
& messed me up with, which she does often & which
is one of the too many reasons I'm falling apart
with happiness. Her name, or one of them, is
Cecilia—strange, no? I'm terribly sorry...
Nico Alvarado-Greenwood
Verse Daily

a testament to the risks of speaking out or thinking originally in a society ruled by a repressive regime



She's not real
This is not related to the Amanda Shaw post below.
Amanda Shaw's about as real as it's possible to get.


Amanda Shaw

poetry here is generally quoted in enticing snippets
rather than whole cloth
Voisine's poem is longer, more complete,
can be read entire at the link
Unfinished Letter to Death

In the ring, most boxers

Vodka itself is not so terrible if

The tobacco industry has systematically

You see, if I had only been ten minutes earlier,

The toaster and the hairdryer are indeed flawed appliances but

It only took one despot, a painting by Degas, and an angry mistress to

War, to many of us here in the United States, seems a bit

Please, think of the How much would it take to

From now on, I promise to

I can guarantee, not only Geronimo and his ghost...
Connie Voisine
Campbell Corner Poetry Prize
Language Corner
via Poetry Daily



"We're moving beyond the music space," says Mayers. "We want to use Superfly as the umbrella company to build our brand. Real estate, restaurants, hotels, resorts--we're open to everything."
Outside Lands

Carolyn Drake photography

The national anthem of the United States of America (link to mp3)

Damien Hirst said, 'I am delighted to be able to support Survival International and their work for threatened tribal peoples around the world – who are too often the ‘forgotten’ peoples.'


As his centenary approaches, oligarchs and arms dealers compete for possession of paintings in which feral, rutting men and mutant women reel through life in a mood of what Bacon thought of as tragic gaiety

Fed By Birds is crowing

nineteen shillings for an unmarked grave,
the body nine feet down,
stacked on top of three others,
and eventually
followed by four more

The Apples in Chandler's Valley make those apples redder.
Then ducks and a rock
that didn't get redder. . .
You don't know what I'm talking about
unless you know this poem by Kenneth Patchen.
Ron Padgett/Poetry Daily


Fairy Street



...the leaves
shivering in the sun,
each day the last day.

A red salamander
so cold...
Denise Levertov
Whiskey River



down through all Christian minstrelsy...
Passages from James Joyce's Finnegans Wake
film directed by Mary Ellen Bute
via Fed By Birds


The Chulhyun gum (steel string zither) is in fact an adaptation of the steel guitar, or Hawaiian guitar. It is played with short plectrum and a glass rod slides over the strings
Korean Sanjo
Robertt Garfias

Jacob's Ladder

...I remember their effortless scorn—ideally
proportioned as their bodies, gone in a breath—
both of them indestructible...
Dan Bellm
Verse Daily

One packet letters, in foreign language...

Everything That Happens Will Happen Today


Climbing up the rescue ship

On behalf of 47 boat people of the boat SG152, I deeply thank the captain of the Polish ship PADAWREVSKI who gave us food and drinking water at the night of April 16, 1985 and the captain of the Korean ship HAE WOO NUMBER 3 who picked us up and brought us to the shore of Indonesian island Pulau Laut on April 17, 1985. You saved our lives.
Vietnamese Boat People
tim t hoang
also My fascinating Vietnam


Be prepared


"As striking as the above image is, it is but a single frame from a recently released 60-frame silent movie where Rhea can be seen gliding in front of its parent world."


And Then the Smoke—

can one person say to another?

The master is the master?
The children are playing on the shore?
To this language, the heron on the sandbar

does not answer.
Objects sought after.
Objects retrieved.

The season of rain passes...
Jane Mead
Poetry Daily



...mud pots, thunder, footsteps,
a Brandenburg Concerto and Johnny B. Goode.

Was the very first song a hum or a shout, laughter
or weeping?
Christine Rhein/Poetry Daily


Tom Pickard Poetry Daily

#13, the Northeast folk dance actresses
Zone Zero



Analogy, a typographic clock which fuses the immediacy of digital with the visual-spatial quality of analogue
via Long Now


Having been told, "Your place is on fire," we hurried home to find people loudly watching the fire. I cried out, "Don't just watch. Put the fire out!"
Masuko Morita
Buraku Liberation in Daily Life - Part I
The Burakumin are a nearly invisible (yet identifiable) group of Japanese people. They are the remnant of a caste system that formally passed away long ago. Their ancestors were the untouchables.
See the World/Masaru Goto
via daily dreamtime


An online survey showed that 80 percent of Chinese teenagers aged 15 to 20 are using Martian Language.


When medicine failed,
he fed it sand and little stones...
Sarah Lindsay


The Chumps of Choice
A Congenial Spot for the Discussion of Against the Day, by Thomas Ruggles Pynchon


Wading Out
Brian Turner


Räumungsklage für die Höhle

Everyone says that you have a very unique way of capturing light on your prints. What do you think?

I do not do this consciously.


Trout Grass


Nathaniel Mellors
Higher Pictures


"This will devastate the livelihood of artists, photographers and designers in a number of ways," Dean says. "That at the behest of a few hugely rich corporations who got rich by selling art that they played no part in the making of, the U.S. and U.K. governments are changing the copyright laws to protect the infringer instead of the creator. This is unjust, culturally destructive and commercial lunacy. This will not just hurt millions of artists around the world.


Under The Banner Of Heaven
Jon Krakauer
author of Into The Wild
from which the movie

The book examines the ideologies of both The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and the apostate polygamy-practicing groups, such as the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.
The FLDS being much in the news at present.
via Sara at Orcinus

Trinity signs up Richard Ford


Valeska Gert The great grotesque pantomime
Mark B. Anstendig

John L. Rosenthal, Photographing the Ninth Ward
at Huffington



Happy Birthday April D
I still have the card you made me


The Star Market

...later, stumbling among the people who would have
been lowered into rooms by ropes, who would have crept

out of caves or crawled from the corners of public baths on their hands
and knees begging...
Marie Howe
Poetry Daily

Sympathetic Vibratory Physics
Keely's supporters continue to claim that he was framed


The "Biddenden Maids" were born in Biddenden, Kent, in 1100.
Their names were Mary and Eliza Chulkhurst, and their parents were fairly well-to do people. They were supposed to have been united at the hips and the shoulders, and lived until 1134. At the death of one it was proposed to separate them, but the remaining sister refused, saying, "As we came together, we will also go together," and, after about six hours of this Mezentian existence, they died. They bequeathed to the church-wardens of the parish and their successors land to the extent of 20 acres, at the present time bringing a rental of about $155.00 annually, with the instructions that the money was to be spent in the distribution of cakes (bearing the impression of their images, to be given away on each Easter Sunday to all strangers in Biddenden) and also 270 quartern loaves, with cheese in proportion, to all the poor in said parish.
Molded Cookies In History



a simple way to create and share mixtapes online
now featuring roybelmont
via Shane Lavalette


The bad politics, the questionable ethics, the offensive aesthetics are still all around you, only now they belong to your contemporaries and juniors. What is missing are grownups. You yourself may pay taxes, raise children, hold a job--you will still never quite embody the definition of "grownup" to yourself, because for you that idea is inextricably associated with the style of one group of people, your elders. And their style, in turn, was a complicated mass of elements arising from and contingent upon their specific time in history, its culture and technology. And try as you might, you will never be able to replicate this style, even if you decide to take it upon yourself to inhabit it in all sincerity. In your hands it will never be anything but ironic.
Luc Sante/Pinakothek

Kana Kapila
The Cousins
via Pinakothek
for boynton and Tom


Ocean City, N.J.



Making another of these for photographs. Up soon.


The Testimony of Seonaid Nic Neacail:

She would sometimes tell me about the time she and her family were 'Cleared' out of Mhealbeag when she was about 5 or 6 years old. I am of the opinion that this was an experience that scarred her for life, because she would often break down in tears at the recollection of it. My Grandmother translated difficult words to help me and to the best recollection this is her story...
"When I was about 5 years of age, just one year after my father came back from the War against the Russians, the whole township was warned by the factor at the time of paying the rents, that his 'Lordship' was wanting the people to move away from the township, in order that his lordship could let out the ground to Shepherds from the Lowlands. The menfolk did not believe that they would have to move, as there was plenty of ground where sheep could graze.
However two months later a notice ( In English ) was posted, requiring the inhabitants to remove themselves, their goods and chattels, within ONE Month. A Visiting Priest translated the notice into Ghaidhlig for them, but the Menfolk still did not believe that his Lordship would cast them out into the depths of winter. However three months went past without anything being done by the factor, and the people of the Township relaxed. There had been rumours of 'terrible doings' elsewhere, of people being turned out and the roof trees of the houses being destroyed, but this was 'elsewhere'.
Suddenly in the month of January, the factor turned up, accompanied by a large number of policemen from Glasgow, Lowlands Estate workers and Sheriffs Officers from Dunedin and told the people of the township to be out of their homes by dawn the following day, where they would be taken to Ullapool to be put on board a ship to the Americas (Nova Scotia). The menfolk were cast down ( in modern parlance - 'Shattered' ) and only the womenfolk made any protests. A group of them went to the factor to protest and were beaten up by the policemen's batons, my Mother amongst them.
The Dawn came, hardly anyone had moved their possessions and furniture out, we waited to see what would happen. An hour after dawn, the factor and his men went to the house of Eachunn MacLeoid, a widower of 86 years of age, thrust him out of his house and proceeded to throw his chattels out of the door. Then two men with axes cut through the rooftrees, causing the roof to collapse. They then piled winter forage inside the door and put a torch to it. Within a few minutes the pall of smoke had rolled through the township, causing panic as people raced to save their few things before the factors men arrived.
Our house was next, my mother tried to stop the men entering the door, they called us 'Irish filth' and one of them floored her with a mighty punch to the head and laid her out senseless on the floor. My father tried to protect her, despite having one arm, but he was punched and kicked senseless by four of the policemen. My brothers and I managed to drag our parents out of the house, and by the time we had got them outside, the axemen had already cut through the rooftrees. They then set fire to the house and went next to the house of my Uncle Coinneach."
More at Electric Scotland


Gambolin' Man


To create art and survive, intact, in defiance of death, is moral to a point of utter recklessness.


Judith Butler on Diane Arbus:

If Arbus is subject to the criticism that she casts psychological illness or developmental challenge as utopic, perhaps a rejoinder ought to be that it would be equally wrong to conceive of psychological disorders as producing lives that can only suffer. Arbus insisted that these photos were "beautiful," and she clearly portrayed the pleasure in the body that could be taken in partial obliviousness to the norms by which it is governed. Her photographs "grant" the bodily tricks and performances of these subjects their dignity.


Minding the Darkness:
A Poem for the Year 2000:

Like other long poems by older men (I am now seventy), it toys dangerously with abstract didactic impulses at the end; and predicts with Shelley that both outer and inner enlightenment (the current word is development) are damned, even murderous, if they do not honor each other.
Peter Dale Scott



...but you, who lie so still
as to be hardly alive,
can exact no less a sacrifice
than a mother's whole life...
Changxin Fang
Verse Daily






jars of...

The real Mean Monkey's got the labcoat on


Republican militiawoman, Barcelona, August 1936
Gerda Taro
via TOP

Raveonettes at TSoAF
"Dead Sound" video at vice records


"These recording were made with the acoustic rather than the later electronic system. They were probably made in 1927 or 28. I have only my memory to rely on now. I obtained copies of these in 1959 and I recall being told that they were recorded in the late 1920s. Hearing them now the performances sound beautiful and steady, but when I heard them in the late 1950s for the first time, they seemed painfully loose and almost disorganized. I can also remember that when I first played these for the younger court musicians in the late 50's they thought the recordings had been made by some shrine musicians in some remote part of Japan. They were shocked and could not believe that the recordings were made by their own grandfathers even after I showed them the labels with the names of the musicians on it."
Japan Pre-World War II Recordings
Garfias UCI



The rooster had nothing to offer the chickens but rape, oratory, and a flashy uniform.

Only to say that this is what's missing from all that scientific exegesis and assumption.
No animal in any laboratory will ever express, nor will any controlled research ever document what's caught here by the being it was directed toward.
Daily Coyote


They are not staring at you...
Olivier Laude
What makes a great portrait
at Conscientious


I thought so


Willie Nelson video badass perfection
via Ben Greenman/New Yorker
Night Terror
Laura Marling
via SF-J/New Yorker


During her career at LIFE, Mieth produced hundreds of photographs and dozens of photographic essays. This article focuses on her most famous single photograph: a portrait of a monkey. This image has taken on a life of its own, beyond the intentions of the photographer or the editors of LIFE. It also sheds light on editorial practices at LIFE and exemplifies key aspects of Mieth's career at the magazine.
Meaning, memory and misogyny:
LIFE photographer Hansel Mieth's monkey portrait

Dolores Flamiano at BNET Afterimage
Rhesus monkey sitting in water 1939
Hansel Mieth at Monroe Gallery

North Platte Neb. 1938 or 39
Hansel Mieth
"You cannot photograph without a point of view"

Hansel Mieth 1931
Hansel Mieth at LoC
film on and images by Hansel Mieth at PBS
"This is a woman who lived through and documented fascist Germany, the Depression, the early migrant stream, McCarthyism, the Japanese internment - and did this as a woman in a male-dominated profession."
Nancy Schiesari on Hansel Mieth
"Hagel [Otto, Mieth's husband, partner, collaborator, lifelong love] became a U.S. citizen in 1945, and in 1948, Life asked them to return to their hometown in Germany, which they hadn't seen in three decades. But shortly after their return to the United States, they were asked to appear before the House Un-American Activities Committee. They refused, and although Life published their photographs from Fellbach in 1950, they received few additional magazine assignments in the charged anti- communist climate of the time."
Mieth obit at SFGate
The primary archive of Mieth and Hagel's work seems to be at the Center for Creative Photography at Univ. Arizona, where it appears to be locked and chained behind a JSTOR wall. Not just that, but the images would seem to have already been online at some past moment, and to have been subsequently taken off, or down.
Franklin's Post-Rider
Marie Christina, Queen of Spain
Congressman T.S. McMillan of South Carolina +friends
Oldest ford still running 1932
Group of Shakers ca. 1870
Marilyn Monroe Robert Mitchum
The farewell to civilization Tessuisak, Greenland Aug. 23, 1871
Portrait of fireman from the Perseverance Hose Company
Dr. Valérie André in front of her helicopter in Tonkin, Vietnam 1952

Broad St. south from Wall 1916

Joakim Eskildsen
especially the Roma Journeys, but every face that looks into his camera shows the warmth he's brought to the moment. Great eye, big heart, stunning work.


Queen Lili'uokalani March 8 1915

Because that protest and my communications to the United States Government immediately thereafter expressly declare that I yielded my authority to the forces of the United States in order to avoid bloodshed, and because I recognized the futility of a conflict with so formidable a power.

Because the President of the United States, the Secretary of State, and an envoy commissioned by them reported in official documents that my government was unlawfully coerced by the forces, diplomatic and naval, of the United States; that I was at the date of their investigations the constitutional ruler of my people.

Because neither the above-named commission nor the government which sends it has ever received any such authority from the registered voters of Hawaii, but derives its assumed powers from the so-called committee of public safety, organized on or about the seventeenth day of January, 1893, said committee being composed largely of persons claiming American citizenship, and not one single Hawaiian was a member thereof, or in any way participated in the demonstration leading to its existence.Because my people, about four thousand in number, have in no way been consulted by those three thousand in number, who claim the right to destroy the independence of Hawaii. My people constitute four-fifths of the legally qualified voters of Hawaii, and, excluding those imported for the demands of labor, about the same proportion of inhabitants.

Because said treaty ignores not only the civil rights of my people, but further, the hereditary property of their chiefs. Of the four million acres composing the the territory said treaty offers to annex, 1,000,000 or 915,000 acres has in no way been heretofore recognized as other than the private property of the constitutional monarch, subject to a control in no way differing from other items of a private estate.

Because it is proposed by said treaty to confiscate said property technically called the crown lands, those legally entitled thereto, either now or in succession, receiving no consideration whatever for their estates, their title to which has always been undisputed, and which is legitimately in my name at this date

Because said treaty ignores not only professions of perpetual amity and good faith made by the United States in former treaties with the sovereigns representing the Hawaiian people, but all treaties made by those sovereigns with other and friendly powers, and it is therefore in violation of international law.

Because by treating with the parties claiming at this time the right to cede said territory of Hawaii, the government of the United States receives such territory from the hands of those whom its own magistrates (legally elected by the people of the United States, and in office in 1893) pronounced fraudulently in power and unconstitutionally ruling Hawaii therefore,

I, Liliuokalani, do hereby call upon the President of that nation...
Protest to the Treaty of Annexation June 17, 1897
She was arrested Jan. 16, 1895, exactly two years from the date the American troops landed in support of the revolution. Imprisoned in a corner room on the second story of `Iolani Palace, she was guarded day and night, allowed only one attendant and no visitors.

Shortly after she was imprisoned, Lili`uokalani was given a document of abdication to sign and was led to believe that, if she refused, several of her followers were to be shot for treason. She wrote,
"For myself, I would have chosen death rather than to have signed it; but it was represented to me that by my signing this paper all the persons who had been arrested, all my people now in trouble by reason of their love and loyalty toward me, would be immediately released ... the stream of blood ready to flow unless it was stayed by my pen."
Grover Cleveland wrote: "I am ashamed of the whole affair."
The Overthrow of the Monarchy
Pat Pitzer/Aloha
Ua Mau Ke Ea O Ka `Aina I Ka Pono
In 1893 while Queen Lili'uokalani was being betrayed and lied to, and deposed, the same powers of greed, spiritual and mercenary, were exiling to the island of Molokai, by capture and intimidation, native Hawaiians who had contracted Hansen's disease, leprosy as it was then called. Another awful thing done in the name of God and decency.
In The Folding Cliffs W. S. Merwin husbands forward a true tale from that moment, the lives of Ko'olau and Pi'ilani and their son on the island of Kauai, a book-length epic poem that reads with the ease and vividity of a graphic novel, or the chanted word:
The first shadow was beginning to surface in the darkness
palithrough a net of trees when she came to the swollen stream
of Halemanu the house of birds where in earlier dawns
palithe birds had the forest to themselves waking there
into plumage and colors never seen anywhere
palicrests and feathers heads and motions never before
entered upon voices never heard before singing out of
palia source in the yolk of their unmeasured morning
inexhaustibly beginning and beginning
palias the undisturbed trees and flowers kept beginning around them
finding in each place the morning as it was then
paliin an age without numbers changing too slowly
for a single life to see it moving unperceived
palilike the voyage of the mountain itself in the northwest
the eon of the birds seemed perpetual like the mountain
palilong before another side of the night gave birth to humans
and for an age after that there was no sign of them
paligrowing closer around the unbroken horizon
the streams went on overflowing seaward taking with them
palithe mountain a grain at a time...



Over twenty months, five hundred and seventy-five letters passed between them. Elizabeth Barrett Browning would later describe her physical improvement over these months as a resurrection, a shedding of the "graveclothes" in which she had allowed her illness and morbidity to dress her. Her family must have felt so too on that day in January, 1846 when she suddenly appeared downstairs: she had hardly been out of her room in six years, and even then only when carried. Eight months later, after she and Browning had eloped to Florence, the men in the family would virtually rebury her: her brothers refused to communicate for years; her father refused forever, returning her letters unopened, rejecting her son, and cutting her from his will. One of the last poems she wrote as Elizabeth Barrett was the sonnet to Browning in which she asks, "How do I love thee?" and then counts the ways; the first poem written in her miracle, second life as Elizabeth Barrett Browning was called "The Runaway Slave" [At Pilgrim's Point].
Browning, Barrett, Love
Today In Literature

"Out of approximately 200,000 species of flowering
plants, only about 3,000 have been used extensively
for human food. Of these, only fifteen have been and
continue to be of major importance: four grasses
(wheat, rice, maize, and sugar), six legumes (lentils,
peas, vetches, beans, soybeans, and peanuts), and
five starches (potatoes, sweet potatoes, yams,
maniocs, and bananas)."
Delancey Place
"Today, there are just over 6 billion people on earth.
Six hundred years ago, in 1400, humankind was just 6
percent of that, or about 350 million, slightly more than
the current population of the United States. ... The 350
million people living in 1400 were not uniformly
distributed across the face of the earth, but rather
clustered in a very few pockets of much higher density.
Indeed, of the 60 million square miles of dry land on
earth, most people lived on just 4.25 million square
miles, or barely 7 percent of the dry land. The reason,
of course, is that that land was the most suitable for
agriculture, the rest being covered by swamp, steppe,
desert, or ice.

"Moreover, those densely populated regions of earth
corresponded to just fifteen highly developed
civilizations, the most notable being (from east to
west) Japan, Korea, China, Indonesia, Indonesia,
Indochina, the Islamic West Asia, Europe, Aztec, and
Inca. Astoundingly, nearly all of the 350 million people
alive in 1400 lived in a handful of civilizations
occupying a very small proportion of the earth's
surface. Even more astoundingly, that still holds true
today: 70 percent of the world's six billion people live
on those same 4.25 million square miles."
ibid. sort of


...who was not fruitful,
who did not multiply, who had no dominion...
Catherine Carter Verse Daily

That's what makes it so worthy of pursuit


Sze Tsung Leong: I wrote about two types of beauty, one that is singular, planned, and imposed, the other that is manifold, unplanned, and accumulated slowly over time through historical layering. It’s this second type that is being destroyed in Chinese cities through the narrowing of history in order to build the present. Now, since China is in transition, there are still places where you can see a layering of history, but as these get destroyed, and others “preserved”—that is, rebuilt so that they become a very specific idea from the present of what the past should be—they become rarer and rarer.

Weld Angel

Alannah Beltran, the Weld Angel


3 Kings:

King George V Dock 1957
5 King St 1916
King's Cinema and cafe c.1930
The site is Virtual Mitchell, linked through the Glasgow Digital Library

118 High St, 1868
Craigmuir Rd, 1942
ibid. Glasgow

The St. Mungo Fire

Photographing a kingfisher's nesting hole in a river's bank
With nature and a camera
Being the adventures and observations of a field naturalist and an animal photographer
Richard Kearton, Author of "British Birds' Nests," "Birds' Nests, Eggs, and Egg-Collecting," etc. etc. 1898
Glasgow Digital Library

coloured marks on the rock following the passage of many thousands of booted feet

We set sail with a gentle breeze of wind, bearing to the westward, and were not well got out of the harbour, when Mr Campbel observing the whiteness of the waves attended with an extraordinary noise beating upon the rocks, express’d his dislike of it, as in those parts a never-failing prognostick of an ensuing storm
A Late Voyage to St Kilda, by Martin Martin. First published in 1698

The feather store (restored), where feathers were kept to be paid as rent
Abandoned Communities ..... St Kilda


Wind rattled the TV antenna on the roof.
Boys with green teeth showed themselves
At our picture window.

The bird remained silent.


the chronophaged links in the Sottsass post below:

second link here
and the room divider, also featured at Click Opera

Momus informs us, elegiacally, that Ettore Sottsass has died.
Sottsass in the archives here (scroll down to the end, though you'll miss the affectedly uncapitalized but still readable essay on Boilly's A Game of Billiards)


The people who lived on St Kilda had their own culture. They lived off seabirds and were excellent climbers. An overhanging ledge above a jawdroppingly exposed cliff is known as the 'Lover's Stone.' Any man who wanted to take a wife had to prove his bravery and surefootedness by standing, on one leg, at the very end of this stone, with a 400m drop to the sea, until the elders were satisfied that he had what it would take to provide for a family in such a harsh environment. The ruler of St Kilda was always the oldest woman on the island, and people could be cut off from the outside world for months at a time by fierce winter storms.

From Where I Stand: California's river mouths
markham johnson photography

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