Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Crying To The Sky


Davy Jones
Rest In Peace

"All the lovely people. Where do they all come from? So many lovely and heartfelt messages of condolence and sympathy, I don’t know what to say, except my sincere thank you to all. I share and appreciate your feelings. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. While it is jarring, and sometimes seems unjust, or strange, this transition we call dying and death is a constant in the mortal experience that we know almost nothing about. I am of the mind that it is a transition and I carry with me a certainty of the continuity of existence. While I don’t exactly know what happens in these times, there is an ongoing sense of life that reaches in my mind out far beyond the near horizons of mortality and into the reaches of infinity. That David has stepped beyond my view causes me the sadness that it does many of you. I will miss him, but I won’t abandon him to mortality. I will think of him as existing within the animating life that insures existence. I will think of him and his family with that gentle regard in spite of all the contrary appearances on the mortal plane. David’s spirit and soul live well in my heart, among all the lovely people, who remember with me the good times, and the healing times, that were created for so many, including us. I have fond memories. I wish him safe travels." -Michael Nesmith

"Davy Jones, the British Invasion-era singer who became a household heartthrob as a member of the Monkees, has died in Florida." ... Story continues here: Davy Jones Has Died (LA Times)

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Radio City



"There's nothing better late at night in this town than climbing into the car and turning on and tuning into WFMU cracklin' across the river with whatever weird shit they're playin' tonight." -Lee Ranaldo

Monday, February 27, 2012

Quote Of The Week

"To find everything profound — that is an inconvenient trait. It makes one strain one's eyes all the time, and in the end one finds more than one might have wished."

Thursday, February 23, 2012

The Subject Was Left-Handed


Barney Rosset
Rest In Peace

"Barney Rosset, the renegade founder of Grove Press who fought groundbreaking legal battles against censorship and introduced American readers to such provocative writers as Harold Pinter, Samuel Beckett, Eugene Ionesco, and Jean Genet, died Tuesday in New York City." ... Story continues here: Barney Rosset dies at 89; publisher fought censorship (LA Times)


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"If you want to know who I am, look at the books I published."
Just some of the authors, playwrights, and poets published by Barney Rosset: Samuel Beckett, Jean Genet, D. H. Lawrence, Jack Kerouac, William S. Burroughs, Malcolm X, Hubert Selby Jr., Octavio Paz, Joe Orton, Harold Pinter, Frantz Fanon, Leroi Jones, Frank O'Hara, Tom Stoppard, Charles Olson, David Mamet, Ugéne Ionesco, Pablo Neruda, Michael McClure, Kenneth Koch, and Kathy Acker.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Quote Of The Week

"All this is far from being life as I feel it, as I see it, as I know it, as I wish to know it."

Monday, February 13, 2012

Quote Of The Week

"If you end up with a boring miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it."

Thursday, February 9, 2012

A Gallery Of Cool, Take Ten

Anna Karina

Christopher Hitchens

Keith Richards, James Brown, and John Belushi

Gregg Ginn (with Black Flag)

The Specials

Steampacket

Angelic Upstarts

Jesse Hector (with The Hammersmith Gorillas)

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

The Design Of Dissent


"Let it be told to the future world, that in the depth
of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive,
that the city and the country, alarmed at one common
danger, came forth to meet and to repulse it."

Poster by Milton Glaser

Monday, February 6, 2012

Quote Of The Week

"For the perfect idler, for the passionate observer it becomes an immense source of enjoyment to establish his dwelling in the throng, in the ebb and flow, the bustle, the fleeting and the infinite. To be away from home and yet to feel at home anywhere; to see the world, to be at the very center of the world, and yet to be unseen of the world, such are some of the minor pleasures of those independent, intense and impartial spirits, who do not lend themselves easily to linguistic definitions. The observer is a prince enjoying his incognito wherever he goes. "

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Ennui

Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe,
designing futures where nothing will occur:
cross the gypsy’s palm and yawning she
will still predict no perils left to conquer.
Jeopardy is jejune now: naïve knight
finds ogres out-of-date and dragons unheard
of, while blasé princesses indict
tilts at terror as downright absurd.

The beast in Jamesian grove will never jump,
compelling hero’s dull career to crisis;
and when insouciant angels play God’s trump,
while bored arena crowds for once look eager,
hoping toward havoc, neither pleas nor prizes
shall coax from doom’s blank door lady or tiger.

From the Blackbird journal, 2006