Life, through a very, very small window.......what one sees, is what one believes to 'be'........drop the walls, and thus...the windows in the walls.....and Life is something completely different, isn't it? More, on the Relativity of Perspective.....and NOT from the viewpoint of either the nutso Philadelphia Experiment OR Netflix's Stranger Things.......which I've never bothered to watch.....It's always time to haul the Moon Landing sets or video tapes of dead Presidents' funerals out of storage to make way for the latest hullabaloo....Want to rent my 'hemming machine'?....I've heard that the miniskirt is "In" for next year.....
Thursday, December 6, 2018
Saturday, November 17, 2018
Epilogue to Parts Unknown, from impressions of a stranger's edit.......
Viewing the very last recomposited episode, ending "Seventeen f***ing years", as Tony admired a collection of historic 'dope bags' through his nostalgic lower East Side junkie eyes, swollen with indulgences and alcohol, exclaiming in his soft, worn, gravely voice, “You knew you were doing something bad when you bought a product called ‘Toilet’ and shot it in your arm”...his existential despair surfacing like a desert-dweller, drowning...not having actually considered learning to swim in the great Sewer of Life Ocean, about which he so beautifully and 'knowingly' composed tales of..... i was drawn to this image, from the edits....'boarded up and graffitied over with strokes and sprays of alienation and contempt'....one that may have eclipsed even Bourdain's later cover tales of Life's bitter-tainted actualities...... Amusedly, he downed a couple of John Lurie's hard-boiled eggs, stared blankly across a tableful of Debbie Harry, even more blank-faced; and interviewed punk performers and post-lost-generation whacko artists, still obstinately anti-social and self-absorbed.....fade out......fade in for a lagniappe of Jarmuschian light-hearted documentarian cynicism.....fade to black.....credits roll....goodbye......to a maddening montage to the strains of Johnny Thunders’ “You Can’t Put Your Arms Around a Memory” .....as the credits be-come compressed to add a feed of 'coming attractions'........that was yesterday's news, wasn't it?
Wednesday, November 14, 2018
Miguel Poveda Mariza y la ONE "Meu fado meu" - Auditorio Nacional de Ma...
After listening to some extroverted music, yesterday........
I was compelled into solitude for some meaningful inward-leaning music
from one of my favorite singers in a favorite 'form'
....Fado.....
Where are my Astrud Gilberto and Amalia Rodriguez albums?
The Void
MUSE....melancholic rock from Matt Bellamy, Chris Wolstenholme and Dominic Howard....a quarter of a century from Rocket Baby Dolls to Thought Contagion, from Something Human.......from observances of the conspicuous to reflections on the unknown.......a step forward and backward from this morning's melancholic Fado rubato....but still 'holding on to wistful malingering for soulful satisfactions, not forthcoming......
Sunday, November 4, 2018
Thursday, November 1, 2018
Tuesday, October 30, 2018
Wednesday, October 10, 2018
For b'fast..... free-range quail eggs shirred in Mennonite butter, with garlicy habanera sauce and mozzarella cheese, fried polenta, shaped black potatoe crisps, gluten-free oat bread with strawberry/rhubarb preserves....kona coffee with whipped organic cream....$32...{i.e. scrambled eggs and grits with toast and jelly and a cup of coffee....$3.99 @ Allnite Diner}......everything not basic is just quantum sophistication, isn't it? our stomachs, wired to our primitive brains, are the public enemies of our frontal cortexes......pass the grey poupon, please....
Written, Discarded and Rediscovered
poem written on a scrap of paper........I must have heard Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, before writing this......I would think, anyway...but the poem is dated 1967!....Who knows?
I sat in tweed and redwood, thinking;
But, lost in thinking, fell asleep, and dreaming, dreamt
Of curious torn plastic trees
And tangerine lemonade stands,
An arc of animals, helter skelter...running,
My palms against their backs.
Water and straws, ice cubes and limericks,
Poems of cream and of plums--
Redolent roses, fresh grass and Keats;
Hallux distortion, Charles Darwin's feet,
Yellow parakeets, blue crocuses and peyote flowers,
Effete generations of scarabs and of dung...
And.....dancers, revolving on marmelade trees,
Crushing hands against typewriter ribbon's rivetted...
Porous fingers, damp skin,
Flashing orange oranges and rolling red pins;
The sound of that rose in the green blown vase,
Love, without passion, and spectrums of Light,
Still, yet touched by slender fingers......lightly.....
I sat in tweed and redwood, thinking;
But, lost in thinking, fell asleep, and dreaming, dreamt
Of curious torn plastic trees
And tangerine lemonade stands,
An arc of animals, helter skelter...running,
My palms against their backs.
Water and straws, ice cubes and limericks,
Poems of cream and of plums--
Redolent roses, fresh grass and Keats;
Hallux distortion, Charles Darwin's feet,
Yellow parakeets, blue crocuses and peyote flowers,
Effete generations of scarabs and of dung...
And.....dancers, revolving on marmelade trees,
Crushing hands against typewriter ribbon's rivetted...
Porous fingers, damp skin,
Flashing orange oranges and rolling red pins;
The sound of that rose in the green blown vase,
Love, without passion, and spectrums of Light,
Still, yet touched by slender fingers......lightly.....
Monday, October 1, 2018
Brain Candy....but, pleeze....no sugar, Sugah!
I awakened, happenstancely, to some Brain Candy for b'fast......obliquely and coincidentally, with having thought of a Myspace "Friend" from years ago, with whom a chasm had developed....over 'philosophical "differences"...' i.e. both of us had artsy/sciencey, metaphoric interpretations of 'Who We 'Are' and "What's happening"............He professes, still, to be an 'Emotionalist' and condemned me, in his Hippyish Way, of 'Intellectualism', because I would frequently ask him about the "Science" of his observations and subsequent 'conclusions' that were becoming 'carved in stone' in his brain's 'wiring'.....(this is so with Everyman, isn't it?).....Well.....just this morning, viewing another friend's FB ramblings....( a childhood friend of the aforementioned Myspace Friend.....) I viewed a video link to the 'emotionalist' who was rationalizing his successful ambitions to make bundles of bucks selling his various 'snake oil' products to Neo-Hippies, Naturopaths and New Age Pill/Smoke-addicted Earth Goddess worshipers......He will eventually have a penthouse in Paris, while maintaining a Tent Camp with nightly/weekly/'full moon'-monthly drumming/chanting circles and ganja-infused ritualized fire dances, in the new spirit of those old $600/night Hotel Bora Bora Sunset Dances... for rich tourists that only need a night of this stuff before their flights to Hong Kong's hot night life, a couple of days later..... Anyway....I discovered.....well, not like 'discover' ...'as in' 'discovering' a cure for idiocy, aging or back problems.....but, like 'stumbling over' while trying to find your keys in a dark room in another's house, that you'd never seen in the light, even........this fellow, with his observations about Mind/Body/Psyche/Personality..... Some 'sauce' for that dry omelette.....
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