23.1.06
Woman, on three wheel bicycle, followed by men on high-wheelers
Miss Leginsha, disappearing pianist, sails for Europe
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Miss Leginsha was Ethel Leginska, born Ethel Liggins in Hull, England
Mrs. McCurdy's Friend, Grant's Tomb, Riverside Drive, NYC 1896The MCNY has the worst image search engine I've ever tried to use. It also has a distinctly venal slant to its presentations. Possibly these are not disconnected phenomena.
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Byron Images
Museum of the City of New York
22.1.06
Jean Gordon, first woman elected to the Yukon Territorial Council,
with her family circa 1938
A Pictorial History of The Yukon
Carcross Community School/Joyce Hayden
17.1.06
"Since the first of you and me asleep
In a Nibelungen land where we cannot be
Almond trees grow along the mountain trail
From their tongues the words are spelling
The telling numb
I cannot hear it anymore
I cannot hear it anymore
Since the first of you and me here and there
We lose the direction everywhere
Shrieking city sun shiver in my veins
In flames I run
In flames I run
Waiting for the sign to come
Will you spell the words for me
Will you spell the words for me to hear
Nibelungen
Nibelungen
Nibelungen land"
16.1.06
Cartier-Bresson in Palermo
Braille at Google at Vitro Nasu
2.1.06
I have a PayPal account now. I'm trying to think of it as a tip jar. This is compromised by the presence of many others who do what I do at least as well without tip jars.
But an actual jar of actual money is at present my only tangible source of revenue. The threads of circumstance that have led to this are many, though the two events that most signify are my mom's passing in August and my breaking my ankle in early September. During these last three years I went from being a returned son/roommate as she first began to decline, to a housekeeper/companion when she could no longer walk out unassisted or cook for us, to full-time caregiver. It wasn't hard until the very last, when it was very hard. The time immediately after should have been when I squared up with the demands of continuing my own life, but that was interrupted before it began.
The ankle needed surgery, the recovery's been slow and slower, I've started getting food assistance from the county gov't, but there's been no money coming in for four months now. This jar (photo) is my current balance, aside from any tips that show up in the PayPal account - (thank you, initial contributor!)
I've stood on hungry street corners more than once or twice with a guitar and a troubador's shirt; the hardest part for me was always the beginning - opening the case, throwing some pesos and guilders and francs and quarters down to start the flow, and announcing the intent to perform, making some noise. This is different but no less awkward to begin.
The internet connection's probably going down tonight, and it'll be at least a week until I can get that turned around. Though the unexpected does occur.
All and any contributions will be most gratefully accepted.
Link:
31.12.05
29. When faced with danger, the octopus can wrap six of its legs around its head to disguise itself as a fallen coconut shell and escape by walking backwards on the other two legs, scientists discovered.BBC: 100 things we didn't know this time last year
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boynton
28.12.05
Auden
...agitprop and slogans,
all the trite forms of disinformation.
Good is always like starlight and sunlight,
and poetry when it means just what it says,
and yet admits the moon's ambiguities...
Mark Jarman
Poetry Daily
28.12.05
27.12.05
Maggot, Maggoty.
Whimsical, full of whims and fancies. Fancy tunes used to be called maggots, hence we have “Barker’s maggots,” “Cary’s maggots,” “Draper’s maggots,” etc. (Dancing Master, 1721.)
When the maggot bites. When the fancy takes us. Swift tells us that it was the opinion of certain virtuosi that the brain is filled with little worms or maggots, and that thought is produced by these worms biting the nerves. “If the bite is hexagonal it produces poetry; if circular, eloquence; if conical, politics, etc. (Mechanical Operation of the Spirit.)
Instead of maggots the Scotch say, “His head is full of bees;” the French, “Il a des rats dans la tête;” and in Holland, “He has a mouse’s nest in his head.” (See BEE.)
E. Cobham Brewer, Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, 1898.
Bartleby
A few people, some wires, some horses, no cars.
Street Scene, Cambria, Virginia
26.12.05
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