- Decline, despair, complicity, and fun in the clusterfuck. Regulars will recognize this tension (or I hope recognize) as the basic spring of this blog's constant yodeling. Above photo shot this past Sunday, Earthgirl and I had a wonderful long hike in peak foliage, had a wonderful time discussing how clusterfucked our daughter's future world will be. Yodelayheehoo.
- And it's this yodeling here that keeps here here, why I can't jump.
- Paradise lost and future pending.
- More on vampires and zombies.
- Seven things the middle class can't afford anymore.
- The silence of the masses.
- The eternal reality of the exploited, or: Krasznahorkai, for those of you who do.
- I urge you again to throw the coins in your pocket at Arthur Silber.
- And let my going be unseen, unheard.
- It was Flowerville, I think, that got me on a recent Alice Notley run.
- You can hear Alice Notley read the poem below here.
- His meat was locusts and wild honey.
- Reintroducing John Berryman.
- Because I love the person who urged me to jump, Holly and the Italians:
THE TEN BEST ISSUES OF COMIC BOOKS
Alice Notley
1. X-Men #141 & 142
2. Defenders #125
3. Phoenix: The Untold Story
4. What if. . .? #31
5. New Mutants #1
6. New Mutants #2
7. Micronauts #58
8. Marvel Universe #5
9. New Mutants #14
10. Secret Wars #1
Holy fucking shit. What an awesome and forgotten treasure. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteIt's soundtrack.
DeleteYou're the fourth person since posting who says their musty youth-house was kicked. I know lots of old people.
Yeah, we're old. The show was in winter at the Ontario, 30 or 31 years ago.* We rode there in the Chevette. I think she opened for Simple Minds and maybe the Furs, but we were on drugs, so I really don't remember the bill very clearly. But I do remember being firmly rooted for her part of the show, and not giving a shit about whoever she was opening for. She played that whole blue album.
DeleteAnd damn, she looks massively 80s on the cover of "The Right To Be Italian."
I'm especially and further grateful because Honalu and Dangerously (not appearing in this film) have displaced a really tawdry, unnecessary, and horrible Wang Chung thing that's been lurking in my head for the last dance hall day or so. So thanks for that too. Really. Lots.
*Who are these kids and why are they on my lawn?