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conversations with a younger self: 69 rewinds
Compressions of the soul…. After a time, the lights go down, and when they come up again, Krapp sits in the chair, the recorder cover in his lap. It is his birthday, the one day each year when he records … Continue reading
spooool! : rewinding the farewell
Memory. Remembering is really not a memory at all, but an experience. Remembering is actually a living consciousness that binds and plugs the nature of experience to a more distant memory, say, an ancestors arrival in America; it is to … Continue reading
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endgames: withered by invisible burning rays
Laughter at your own risk. Heinrich Heine once wrote, “Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle. So there’s to you, that tiresome crowd who have always pinched their mouths at … Continue reading
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high risk laughter: nausea of existence
“Sleep is lovely, deaht is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.” Heinrich Heine …Samuel Beckett and the celebration of the nausea of existence, which often has little to do with despair. In Beckett’s Krapp’s … Continue reading
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100 red carpets for the sun
Seeing Irving Layton in action was poetry as performance art. The phycicality, the gesticulation, the booming delivery, the sublimation, the modulation. A spectacle vascillating between erotic vulgarity, a sort of testosterone based infantilism, yet enigmatically mixed with the redemptive promise … Continue reading
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havel : changing horses in mid-stream
A mixed legacy that seemed to be heartily leveraged to the idea of repression and suffering as a source for sublime aesthetics. A pretext for the literary creation formed by the ravages of the totalitarian state. To many it was … Continue reading
a grid of paradoxes
The Middle Way. To find the way through the enigma of the middle way. Vaclav Havel was beset by various interpretations of the middle course of action; between the Maimonides view and the older Aristotlean. To be stuck between the … Continue reading
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boredom: waiting for something to happen
and so it is so Modern boredom. Deep-seated boredom. The suspension of relations with reality and its replacement mined from the depths of the netherworld splitting into variations of nothingness; a world without meaning, without autonomy and without larger connections … Continue reading
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Tagged austin warren, Charles Baudelaire, Eugene Delacroix, Franz Kafka, Heinrich Heine, irving babbitt, Jean Renoir, joel-peter witkin, John Everett Millais, Lucian Freud, Marcel Proust, Martin Buber, Martin Heidegger, Milan Kundera, Pierre Auguste Renoir, ralph greenson, Samuel Beckett, Soren Kierkegaard
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dislocation : journals of the anti-saint
Disturbing. Jean Genet is Downright terrifying. A dark star. A solitude and shimmering of a black star. …Outside select literary circles, Genet is today an almost-forgotten writer, so it’s probably appropriate not only to consider the “last Genet,” but also … Continue reading
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buster: salvaged by tried and true nobodies…
buster keaton… by Art Chantry ( art@artchantry.com) i just wanted to share this 8×10 b&w glossy photo of buster keaton wearing one of ed ‘big daddy’ roth’s “surfink” tshirts. amazing, huh? seems like everybody was wearing those things back then, … Continue reading
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