Orpheus — World Tour
In unity with him
we raged at our condition,
though stamp and clap was all we could do,
all that was left us,
legions of shades
lost and unrecognizable.
Orpheus, older than hell...
John Foy
Poetry Daily
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Chet Helms
August 2, 1942 - June 25, 2005
R.I.P.
That's the image and tag that started it all for me. I had it on my high school locker - first on the outside, then after a talking-to, on the inside of the door.
Skypilotclub has some more.
25.6.05
Like many of the little magazines of the early twentieth century, Dana has been all but lost to memory, surviving largely in the occasional footnote which duly cites it as the journal in which one of James Joyce's earliest published poems appeared. This piece, here titled only Song, is an unremarkable verse describing a young girl who—though she may presage the famous ‘bird-girl’ who occasions Stephen Dedalus's epiphany in A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man—bears a more striking resemblance to similar figures in the work of Oliver Gogarty, AE, and other Dana poets. Though the poem is signed, Joyce's name does not appear in the table of contents on the journal's deep green cover—this despite the fact that alone among the contributors to the magazine he had been paid the considerable sum of one guinea for a mere twelve lines of verse. One of Dana's editors would later commission the essay “A Portrait of the Artist” and then refuse to publish it claiming that it was incomprehensible. Joyce, ever distrustful of editors and publishers, told his brother Stanislaus that the piece was simply too autobiographical for the magazine's tastes and “these gentlemen consider that he has no right yet to write about himself”
General Introduction to Dana: An Irish Magazine of Independent Thought
Sean Latham
The Modernist Journals Project
Brown/Tulsa
24.6.05
You Miss It
...the way you rose up to meet it
in fear, and were enlarged,
somehow, by the rising
and your own fumbling for sounds,
sequences, syllables
to cast yourself like a spell
into the midst of something...
Max Garland
Poetry Daily
24.Jun.04
22.6.05
Dust Be My Destiny (1939) on TCM just now. Priscilla Lane's on the stand trying to free her man John Garfield with a heartfelt plea. It's a tearjerker, but as I was listening to her she said the word "you" in a way that seemed false, New England upper class-y, but then it didn't, and then it seemed just old movie-ish, but then I figured it was an accurate rendition of some idiomatic usage, so I tried to sound it out, maybe get a fix on it, and it was something like "yo-uh" only the second vowel is barely aspirated. And the "o" isn't really long. But there it is again. Yo-uh - which is exactly how it's spelled. That's how people said that word, at the time it first was written down. And for a long while after.
19.6.05
"No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away.Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.Steve Jobs, Commencement Stanford 2005
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. "
Sonic Fabric "emits sound when you run a tape head (the little thingy inside the tape deck that touches the tape) over it. my high-school punk band, Jack Kerouac, ocean surf, shamanic medicine songs recorded in the Peruvian jungle, ambient city street noise, the improvisational/experimental ensembles of myself and my friends, the Beatles (especially Revolution #9 ... my earliest influence), and Pachelbel's canon in D (my earliest musical memory)."
link Rummage Through The Crevices
17.6.05
Victoria Place, Stettin, Germany [between ca. 1890 - ca. 1900]to(detail)
Views of Germany in the Photochrom print collection
LoC P&P
"At the university they had a lot of funny clichés. One of them was about how much European mathematics was indebted to ancient folk culture; just look at the pyramids, whose geometry commands respect and admiration.Peter Høeg Miss Smilla's Feeling for Snow
This of course, is idiocy disguised as a pat on the back. Technological culture is superior in the very reality it defines. The seven to eight rules of thumb of the Egyptian surveyors is abacus mathematics compared to integral calculus.
In The Last Kings of Thule, Jean Malauri writes that a significant argument for studying the interesting Polar Eskimos is that you can thus learn something about human progression from the Neanderthal stage to the people of the Stone Age.
It's written with a certain amount of affection. But it's a study in unconscious prejudices.
Any race of people that allows itself to be graded on a scale designed by European science will appear to be a culture of higher primates.
Any grading system is meaningless. Every attempt to compare cultures with the intention of determining which is the most developed will never be anything other than one more bullshit projection of Western culture's hatred of its own shadows.
There is one way to understand another culture. Living it. Move into it, ask to be tolerated as a guest, learn the language."
Harbor, Stettin, Germany [between ca. 1890 - ca. 1900 ]
LoC P&P
14.6.05
Cassiopeia A - outward motions at tremendous speeds
12.6.05
Nocturne for the Dying
...as if one of us had been a sparrow
the without wings dragged in from play...
Leilani Hall
Verse Daily
11.Jun.05
(title link fixed)
10.6.05
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