While true I wanted to create another movie to reinforce the process so I remember it for when I need it in the months ahead, more true is there is no gag or gimmick I won't hump as long as it makes me giggle (>>deleted bleggalgaze<<), so here, all the Fleabus photos taken by Planet when both she and Fleabus and you and me were younger. Fleabus is still and always the best cat ever, it's wonderful, she's having a resurgence of fleabusnous - I hate to say it, Sarah dying has been a boon to all four indoor cats but Fleabus most: she's happy, playful again. Fine metaphors abound. What, another movie?
- That's the sunset trip to Ohio, three weekends back, left Kensington rush hour Friday, all photos in Maryland, Washington and Allegheny counties, 70 then 68.
- Disposition Matrix!
- On the above.
- On the above.
- Oh dear. Is it time to declare Digby a fucking hippie? And I call bullshit on Joe Scarborough finding god now.
- Waive that flag, Progressives!
- Think of six impossible things before voting.
- Activism and the politics of enclosure.
- (Imaginary) Living after the Death of Falsity.
- Whatever's up, wish him and his well.
- They got nothing.
- An incoherent debate for an unsettled world.
- CEO disease.
- Saturated fat.
- The consolation of skepticism.
- Yes, Illtophay's colors are blue and gray. Home gray sucks.
- Good for Brunswick.
- Denise Levertov was born 89 years ago today.
- The seeds of its unfolding.
- In California During the Gulf War.
- New Guided by Voices song!
- Look what cassette I found last night.
SOJOURNS IN THE PARALLEL WORLD
cruelties, dreams, concepts,
crimes and the exercise of virtue
in and beside a world devoid
of our preoccupations, free
from apprehension--though affected,
certainly, by our actions. A world
parallel to our own though overlapping.
We call it "Nature"; only reluctantly
admitting ourselves to be "Nature" too.
Whenever we lose track of our own obsessions,
our self-concerns, because we drift for a minute,
an hour even, of pure (almost pure)
response to that insouciant life:
cloud, bird, fox, the flow of light, the dancing
pilgrimage of water, vast stillness
of spellbound ephemerae on a lit windowpane,
animal voices, mineral hum, wind
conversing with rain, ocean with rock, stuttering
of fire to coal--then something tethered
in us, hobbled like a donkey on its patch
of gnawed grass and thistles, breaks free.
No one discovers
just where we've been, when we're caught up again
into our own sphere (where we must
return, indeed, to evolve our destinies)
--but we have changed, a little.
'er mind is flooded with love cating eyes and paws , you sweet nasty man,now i can't get my mind back on what i wanted to say of roads,snaps, .. , back to work / what does the "(>>deleted bleggalgaze<<)," mean ? ,said i am more feral than most .. .ReplyDelete
'er mind is flooded with love cating eyes and paws , you sweet nasty man,now i can't get my mind back on what i wanted to say of roads, .. , back to work / what does the "(>>deleted bleggalgaze<<)," mean ? ,said i am more feral than most .. .ReplyDelete
Is when I'm even more self-indulgent than normal and write about Blegsylvania and Blegsylvanians in general and why the fuck I do this and why I'm doing it the way I'm doing it. I love it. People hate it. Why I do it elsewhere mostly.ReplyDelete
it is your bleg, so you should be writing about what moves you most , of cat wal tzing , and these new road trips of to your daughter going away to school , , it would be nice if you and earthg could blend a bleog.. of together .. . / i know that my mother is doing similar road trips right now because when you and i were talking about juana ,my mother rolled over on her phone in her car ,and it is set up to go to her one and only daughter , me, so as i was trying to get her attention on this,( she does this a lot ,) i heard my father and her talking on their going to see one of my nieces at school, a cousin of hers , and a aunt all in one swoop, the setting is all very similar on the road as what you are seeing ( i noted ) of their travels ,once you get beyond the miles and miles and miles .. of extended city from where i am in the inner ,by the lake, ont.,and high park , here north of your border,/my only connect to south of is that mention of my huguenot connect coming in on the east coast there 1700s,(when i was trying to say something a few weeks back (but i am such a poor communicator ) of even with hundreds of years of migrated nor'and further north , of my family lines ,.. of what still remains of , each of us different ,gathered in bones and other ,of that man crying out with some pleasure of seeing the .. of we are all both the same and different on seeing me dance )/ back to the how far removed from south of this border for me - because of what i was born with they will not insure me to leave ont. , so others , of friends , travel the wor ld for me .. by sending back clips, photos , and they come here, some of back home , some just visiting from far far away that i have known for years from snail mailing to stay with me and visit , and join me in the mischief that i get up to in this inner city on foot mostly .. / the tethered is now making me think of a warm leatherette , of back to hallow ,/ still not what i wanted to say of on the road yet, in time .. .ReplyDelete
Disposition matrix? Shit, now I've got to come up with a new name for my tech prog power electronics band.ReplyDelete
Some shots of your cat, man, scary. You could easily film Night of the Fleabus, complete with dated special effects just like the original rabbit-themed flick.
R.G. dated special effects, too??ReplyDelete