A dear friend and poet Stephanie Adams-Santos asks
Where do we begin to assess the ruin?
Indeed, in this cloud of dust we inhabit, our cyclical abyss of creation and destruction, where do we begin when there is no starting point from which to leap? What course will the chemicals of our body lead us as they [...]
Archive for August, 2008
The Trembling Ouroboros
Posted in Film and Video, tagged Alberto, Duarte, Neeks, Ouroboros, Trembling on August 31, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Censored Howl
Posted in Poetry, tagged Allen, Ginsberg, Ubu, San Francisco State University, Howl on August 31, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
It is a shame that Ginsberg himself would “blank” out portions of his own poem during a October 25, 1956 reading in San Francisco State University. Most of the portions that were censored were all references to his homosexual tendencies. Bravo to Ginsberg’s openess in 1956, but within the themes of humyn-animal urgency that compose [...]
Trouble by Matthew Dickman
Posted in Poetry, tagged Dickman, Matthew, Poetry, Suicide, The New Yorker on August 30, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Trouble by Matthew Dickman published in The New Yorker on August 18th 2008
Marilyn Monroe took all her sleeping pills
to bed when she was thirty-six, and Marlon Brando’s daughter
hung in the Tahitian bedroom
of her mother’s house,
while Stanley Adams shot himself in the head. Sometimes
you can look at the clouds or the trees
and they look nothing like [...]
The Last Picture Show
Posted in Film and Video, tagged Bagdanovich, Film, Peter, The Last Picture Show on August 30, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Directed by Peter Bogdanovich
What better obsession for us voyerist urbanites than the desolate flatlands of Texas? The Last Picture Show exposes it’s characters vulnerabilities in their most socially desperate forms. Their isolation serves as the control for our experiment in hillbilly speciation, christian love affairs and teenage rail side curiosities where nothing is explained and [...]
Walt Whitman is a Badass like Ghost Dog
Posted in Poetry, tagged Avante-garde, Leaves of Grass, Modernism, Poetry, Walt, Whitman on August 26, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
This is Ghost Dog and this is Walt Whitman…
The rhyme and uniformity of perfect poems show the free growth of metrical laws and bud from them as unerringly and loosely as lilacs or roses on a bush, and take shapes as compact as the shapes of chestnuts and oranges and melons and pears, and shed [...]
Man on Wire and Poetic Terrorism
Posted in Film and Video, Poetry, tagged 1974, Carnival, Center, French, Man on Wire, NYC, Rope, Tight Rope, Trade, Walker, Wire, World on August 12, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
A few random thoughts, hodge podge, lack order
Movie – Man on Wire
Art as crime! Why didn’t Hakim Bey cite this spectacle? Disruption for the sake of it. Look! A man suspended mid-air between the towers of the World Trade Center, life and death as art.
What drove the movies characters to tears? Was it the unexplainable [...]
