Saturday, March 13, 2010
New Stuff: The Joy Luck Club
James Joyce: Flood
Flood
Goldbrown upon the sated flood
The rockvine clusters lift and sway;
Vast wings above the lambent waters brood
Of sullen day.
A waste of waters ruthlessly
Sways and uplifts its weedy mane
Where brooding day stares down upon the sea
In dull disdain.
Uplift and sway, O golden vine,
Your clustered fruits to love's full flood,
Lambent and vast and ruthless as is thine
Incertitude!
New York
Mark Linkous: Sea of Teeth
sea of teeth
can you feel the wind of venus on your skin?
can you taste the crush of a sunset's dying blush?
stars will always hand in summer's bleeding veils
can you feel the rings of saturn on your finger?
can you taste the ghosts who shed their creaking hosts?
but seas forever boil, trees will turn to soil
stars will always hand in summer's bleeding veils
but seas forever boil, trees will turn to soil
R.I.P. Mark Linkous (Sparklehorse)
Mark Linkous, one of my personal musical heroes, commied suicide on March 6th, 2010, aged 47, only a year younger than myself...
Better known through his band's name, Sparklehorse, I came across his music first, when a German journalist recommended their album Vivadixiesubmarinetransmissionplot among his list of 100 greatest albums of all time. I got the album and have to agree, it's still one of my all-time favourites, but I equally appreciate all of his work.
The news comes as quite a shock, since last year he collaborated with Danger Mouse and David Lynch on the beautiful and dark music/visual project Dark Night Of The Soul AND on a great experinmental music album with
Fennesz Further, the release of a proper new Sparklehorse was in the making.
You'll find his bio here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Linkous
and an eulogy:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2010/mar/13/mark-linkous-sparklehorse
Sparklehorse - Sad & Beautiful world
Sparklehorse - Home Coming Queen
Danger Mouse and Sparklehorse - Dark Night of the Soul - Little Girl
Sparklehorse + Fennesz - Goodnight Sweetheart
Pretty Baby (1978)
A pre-teen girl grows up in a house of prostitution in the Storyville section of New Orleans in 1917.
Inspired by the historic photos of Ernest J. Bellocq this otherwise lightheartedly told movie caused a scandal in its depiction of child pornography and to this day is mostly available only censored.
Friday, March 12, 2010
William S. Burroughs: The Cat Inside
At Los Alamos Ranch School, where they later made the atom bomb and couldn't wait to drop it on the Yellow Peril, the boys are sitting on logs and rocks, eating some sort of food. There is a stream at the end of a slope. The counselor was a Southerner with a politician's look about him. He told us stories by the campfire, culled from the racist garbage of the insidious Sax Rohmer - East is evil, West is good.
Suddenly a badger erupts among the boys - don't know why he did it, just playful, friendly and inexperienced like the Aztec Indians who brought fruit down to the Spanish and got their hands cut off. So the counselor rushes for his saddlebag and gets out his 1911 Colt .45 auto and starts blasting at the badger, missing it with every shot at six feet. Finally he puts his gun three inches from the badger's side and shoots. This time the badger rolls down the slope into the stream. I can see the stricken animal, the sad shrinking face, rolling down the slope, bleeding, dying.
"You see an animal you kill it, don't you? It might have bitten one of the boys."
The badger just wanted to romp and play, and he gets shot with a .45 government issue. Contact that. Identify with that. And ask yourself, whose life is worth more? The badger, or this evil piece of white shit?
As Brion Gysin says: "Man is a bad animal!"
Thursday, March 11, 2010
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