Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Dry rot

The smell...was fresh and bitter and at the same time nauseating. Hilda wondered if it were not caused by some extremely recherché form of dry rot.

Iris Murdoch, Fairly Honorable Defeat

Monday, October 17, 2011

arc

The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice.

MLK Jr.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Ya bum

"...Nancy Dowd, a Smith College graduate with a master's degree from the University of California School of Cinema Arts. She's a young woman who appears to know more about the content and rhythm of locker-room talk than most men.



She knows the favorite word that can be used as a noun, verb or adjective, sometimes all in one sentence. She also knows the favorite sexual image that haunts the language of these hockey players as if all living had been reduced either to committing a sexual act or to preventing one, which is more or less a reflection of what the guys are doing out there on the ice with their hockey sticks and the puck."

By VINCENT CANBY

Published: February 26, 1977

NYT

Stop that, that's disgusting! (Spoiler)

You don't have to say anything.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

oxeye daisy


effeuiller la marguerite
 

Il m'aime un peu, beaucoup, passionnément, à la folie, pas du tout

Friday, August 26, 2011

Tell me what that is.


Saul Steinberg Graph Paper Architecture


Saul Steinberg Untitled


Saul Steinberg Fingerprint Landscape

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Gimme all the Hass you got.

Everyone comes here from a long way off
(is a line from a poem I read last night).

--September Notebook: Stories

Ah, love, this is fear. This is fear and syllables
and the beginnings of beauty. We have walked the city,

--Sunrise

The woman I love is greedy,
but she refuses greed.
She walks so straightly.
When I ask her what she wants,
she says, "A yellow bicycle."

--The Yellow Bicycle

Afternoon cooking in the fall sun--
who is more naked
                                    than the man
yelling, "Hey, I'm home!"
                  to an empty house?

--Song

eggplant parsley rye ROBERT pepper onion dill HASS


Tuesday, August 9, 2011

job, v.1

† to job faces: to kiss. Obs. rare.
1599  T. Heywood 1st Pt. King Edward IV sig. E3,  
What the dickens is it loue that makes ye prate to me so 
fondly, by my fathers soule I would I had iobd faces with you.
a1795 Robin Hood & Maid Marian xiv. in  F. J. Child  
Eng. & Sc. Pop. Ballads (1888) III. v. cl. 219/2 With kind embraces, and jobbing of faces.
 
 
a.  To pierce or poke (a person or thing) with a brief, forceful action, 
usually with the end or point of something; to stab, peck, prod, or jab

Monday, August 8, 2011

Heaven preserve us

“Heaven preserve us from all the sleek and dowdy virtues, such as 
punctuality, conscientiousness, fidelity and smugness!”
Violet Keppel

Monday, April 25, 2011

then the


then the voice in my head said

WHETHER YOU LOVE WHAT YOU LOVE

OR LIVE IN DIVIDED CEASELESS
REVOLT AGAINST IT

WHAT YOU LOVE IS YOUR FATE



-Guilty Of Dust Frank Bidart

Monday, April 11, 2011

A man takes

A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river
but then he's still left
with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away
but then he's still left with his hands.
Richard Siken

Thursday, April 7, 2011

I want to see what's never been seen.

Falls--& Silence

If he stands still,if he doesn't move a muscle, maybe he can keep it from happening. Things will stop and no one will ever die. His body's shaking, he can't breathe, here at the water's edge he's at the end of everything. You can't live unless there's a way to hold on to things. He can't go back because he's already used it up, he can't go forward because then it all begins to end, he's stuck in this place where nothing means anything, it's streaming in on him like a darkness, a sickness, he's seen something he isn't supposed to see, only grownups are allowed to see it, it's making him old, it's ruining everything, his temples are pounding, he feels a scream rising in his chest, he's going to fall onto the sandy orange earth. "Ahoy, matey!" shouts Julia and with a wild cry that tears through his throat he steps over the line and begins his day.



"Getting Closer" Steven Millhauser

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Strawberries:

 
Eversweet/Ozark Beauty/Fort Laramie/Honeoye/Earliglow/Jewel/Winona Giant/Sparkle Supreme

Selection Tips: Junebearers set large crops over several weeks in June, making them a good choice for preserves or freezing. Everbearers produce a slightly smaller crop in June, with a second crop later.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Falls--& silence

Like if somebody had a lot of trouble in their life, but was still alive to tell about it.



"It was an old word, something he found in a dictionary, a word that had not been used for centuries. The detectives write this word down: merry-go-sorry. It means a story with good news and bad, she says slowly, frowning, remembering. Joy and sorrow mixed together, yes, that's what my son used to say."

Cary Holladay, Merry-Go-Sorry

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Basin and Range Patagonian Sahara Karakum Syrian Arabian Kalahari Kavir Taklamakan Gobi Great Australian

“For it is a strange thing, but apparently true, that those who speak speak rather for the pleasure of speaking against than for the pleasure of speaking with, and the reason for that is perhaps this, that in agreement the voice cannot be raised quite so high as it can in disagreement.”  — Samuel Beckett, Watt.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Monday, January 3, 2011

Artichoke of dawn

29.
And so in the sixth month of winter of twenty-two
years old I flew west

Artichoke of dawn
Hanging-grey apron dawn
Housewife dawn
Newsprint dawn hitting a stoop

Always behind me as I went

"The Mountains Overhead"
Zach Savich
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