Inbloom

The sausage tree on lincoln road is blooming.

from the wit of the staircase

So here I am, in the middle way, having had

twenty years -

Twenty years largely wasted, the years of

l'entre deux guerres -

Trying to use words, and every attempt

Is a wholly new start, and a different kind

of failure

Because one has only learnt to get the better

of words

For the thing one no longer has to say, or

the way in which

One is no longer disposed to say it. And so

each venture

Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate,

With shabby equipment always deteriorating

In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,

Undisciplined squads of emotion. And what

there is to conquer

By strength and submission, has already

been discovered

Once or twice, or several times, by men whom

one cannot hope

To emulate - but there is no competition -

There is only the fight to recover

what has been lost

And found and lost again and again: and now,

under conditionsThat seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither

gain nor loss.

For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not

our business.

--T. S. Eliot

East Coker

Four Quartets

missing, sort of...

Where is Rob?

bulletproof

The above link is to a video of Radiohead's Bulletproof. We saw them a few nights ago in West Palm Beach at the Cruzan Ampitheatre. It was an incredible show. Nothing short of amazing. There are already dozens of videos slash songs from that night posted on Youtube, for your (our) viewing enjoyment.

This picture was taken with my phone. It's of the stage moments before the show started.

y'all fixed her gallbladder, right?

From the acidic & animated comedy of Squidbillies,
its intro diddy:

"my dreams are all dead & buried
sometimes i wish the sun would just explode.
when god comes and calls me to his kingdom
i'll take all you sons a bitches when i go...."

hilarious.

this is nowhere too

I've been thinking about the precise center of nowhere.

(Negative Space)

I offer a non-sequitor to begin with (above):
A DC10 full of well-behaved, though understandably impatient, horses.

Second:Things I am taking in at the moment:

1) too much Vetiver,Sufjan Stevens, the new Of Montreal, Greg Ashley and/or GrisGris
2) Peter Doig, late 70s Chris Burden, plus Eva Hesse's formal compositions (among others things)
3) Just read Chuck Palhniuk's (sp) Survivor, and save for a few interesting chops here & there I thoroughly hated his writing. Deeply, horribly, terribly hated it. He tells & retells the same story over and over again from book to book.
4)watching on the telly anything to do with ghosts or UFOs (as usual)
5) Debating whether to read Flannery O'Conner or F.Scott Fitzgerald
6)Jerry Saltz's reviews
7) the games our cats play


morelater...