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“What kind of sandwich do you want, ham or liverwurst?”
Give me some white toilet paper, because I need to shit… shit some gold!
posted at 4:38 PM | comments (1) | art/music
A Gang of Four performance works like this: The music is chopped up funk, and the lyrics a juxtaposition of the everyday and the dreadful, like death’s heads pasted onto the Sunday newspaper advertisements. Andy Gill is the Straight Man, his gaze fixed dead ahead, pointing the neck of his guitar into a roiling crowd he probably can’t see. Jon King is The Fool.
posted at 6:49 PM | comments (1) | art/music
THE NYMPH: (Her fingers in her ears) And words. They are not in my dictionary. BLOOM: You understood them? THE YEWS: Ssh.
posted at 3:32 PM | comments (1) | art/music
The gun used was a Rohm RG-14 revolver in .22LR caliber, with a 1-7/8 inch barrel. The serial number was L731332.
posted at 3:15 AM | comments (4) | art/music
It was fun for a while / there was no way of knowing / more than this
posted at 12:45 PM | comments (4) | art/music, grrr
The contents of these ‘Kunstkammers’ vary according to their owners’ tastes, but basically they have the same aim: to be comprehensive and encyclopaedic, to be a microcosm of the whole world gathered under one roof. Furthermore they were created for the glory of prince and country, while at the same time having an educational purpose. This latter aim was specifically mentioned by Peter the Great on the opening of his Kunstkammer in S. Petersburg in 1714. ‘I want people to look and learn,’ he declared.
posted at 4:33 PM | comments (4) | art/music
For like the campbells acoming with a fork lance of lightning, Jarl von Hoother Boanerges himself, the old terror of the dames, came hip hop handihap out through the pikeopened arkway of his three shuttoned castles, in his broadginger hat and his civic chollar and his allabuff hemmed and his bullbraggin soxandgloves and his ladbroke breeks and his cattegut bandolair and his furframed panuncular cumbottes like a rudd yellan gruebleen orangeman in his violet indigonation, to the whole longth of the strongth of his bowman’s bill.
posted at 11:10 PM | comments (1) | art/music
About my favorite place in the world. If you don’t get it, you must understand that I really like slides.
posted at 1:35 AM | comments (4) | art/music
A brief conversation regarding the demise of Ippolit Matveyevich’s (late, deceased, dead) mother-in-law, Madam Petukhova.
posted at 2:39 PM | comments (1) | art/music, dread/ennui
Buy a pack of squares, explain the situation, have him sign the documents, remember gloves
posted at 1:13 PM | comments (4) | art/music
Time goes by, so slow, when you’re stuck to me.
posted at 11:58 PM | art/music, dread/ennui
It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the juice of Sapho that thoughts acquire speed, the lips acquire stains, stains become a warning. It is by will alone I set my mind in motion.
posted at 11:37 AM | comments (9) | art/music
“As sensually gratifying as it is cornball retro-moronic, ‘Electric’ can lay claim to one of history’s worst versions of ‘Born to Be Wild.’”
posted at 12:28 AM | comments (5) | art/music, family
inept, insipid, heavy-footed and barbarous homonymerie without the slightest sense
if you keep on repeating, repeating the words, it becomes increasing, increasingly absurd
posted at 4:33 PM | comments (1) | art/music
“Don’t tell me what I can do, or I’ll have my moustache eat your beard.”
“My humanity is not to be debated, nor is it to be used simply to illustrate European problems.” Chinua Achebe discusses Joseph Conrad and Heart of Darkness in The Guardian. Chinua Achebe’s lecture “An Image of Africa: Racism in Conrad’s Heart of Darkness”. Cedric Watts: “‘A Bloody Racist’: About Achebe’s View of Conrad” (access restricted to UT students)….
posted at 1:57 PM | comments (8) | art/music
Shanghai Knights opens this weekend! Meanwhile, the Dobie Theater is running a series of Pedro Almodóvar movies and a series of Akira Kurosawa movies. Is this not the best of times? Don’t answer that….
posted at 12:31 PM | comments (5) | art/music
Guyana Punch Line are fucking cool. I feel energized and invigorated. At least, I did for the fifteen minutes that they played (including the 3-second encore). Looks like they’ll be in Denton on the 6th, and I’m damn tempted to skip work and see them again. Maybe they’ll have some new Texas jokes by then. Don’t google for the…
The Austin Film Society’s new free film series, entitled “The Fifth Generation: Chinese Films of the Past Two Decades,” began today. Tonight we saw The Story of Qiu Ju, directed by Zhang Yimou and starring Gong Li. It tells the story of a peasant woman who stubbornly works her way up a chain of bureaucracy to seek an apology…
posted at 10:47 PM | comments (5) | art/music
Nine people attended the 9:40 Dobie Theater screening of Jean-Luc Godard’s newish movie In Praise of Love (original title: Éloge de l’Amour) last Saturday night, and three of them couldn’t sit still, giggling and talking in some strange and unfamiliar language, dropping things under their seats and crawling around with lit cigarette lighters. The couple in front of us…
One of my favorite college electives was a classics class, “Caesar and Augustus.” Or as Dr. Gwyn Morgan, he of the peculiarly dynamic voice, would say, “CAESAR! …and Augustus.” Dr. Morgan, a swaggering, greasy-haired Welshman, blue-jeaned and smoky, held the title of coolest professor at UT, unlike another professor of mine, philosophy professor Robert Solomon, who, chest hair puffing…
posted at 2:36 AM | comments (4) | art/music
I think Mr. Filthy is a better movie critic than I. Well-crafted cynicism continues to be more worthwhile than all the world’s sincerity. In other (and possibly final) Solaris news, I bought the Criterion reissue of the Tarkovsky movie, which is brimming with nifty extras, like a fascinating interview with the very animated and longwinded Natalya Bondarchuk — in…
posted at 11:41 PM | comments (4) | art/music
Tamara and I watched Tarkovsky’s Solaris Friday night, which happened to be on television, and — my mom’s immediate plunge into sleep notwithstanding — we were surprised to find it more riveting the second time around. Still beautiful, but much more engaging and concrete; it’s worth watching if you’re of an appropriate temperament. I also must take this opportunity…
posted at 10:10 PM | comments (9) | art/music
Sometimes I want to write things here that are only for me, that no one else can see. I need to write it just to get it out, like screaming in a jar, maybe, or maybe because thoughts only really have a chance to live or die once they’ve been fished out of the head and thrown onto a…
posted at 1:25 AM | comments (3) | art/music
“Do you read the papers?” she asked. “No,” he said. “Well, there’s this woman in it named Mary Brittle that tells you what to do when you don’t know. I wrote her a letter and ast her what I was to do. “I says, ‘Dear Mary, I am a bastard and a bastard shall not enter the kingdom of…
posted at 12:33 PM | comments (1) | art/music
Today on the link-o-matic, Tamara posted the Religious Experience of Philip K. Dick. When I was 18, I got a job at a Bookstop, and worked there for the next two summers and Christmases. After my first few paychecks, I asked all my coworkers to recommend books for me to buy (before I realized that I could just come…
Last night Hoss drove us over to Beerland, where we filled up on whiskey and Lone Star and watched the Bad Apples and the Hate Daggers. The Bad Apples played a fun, tight set, something worth remarking on since they lost much of their equipment yesterday to a car thief. There’s brilliant pop potential in their material and in…
posted at 4:46 PM | comments (2) | art/music
A great European master miniaturist and another great master artist are walking through a Frank meadow discussing virtuosity and art. As they stroll, a forest comes into view before them. The more expert of the two says to the other: “Painting in the new style demands such talent that if you depicted one of the trees in the forest,…