Saturday, October 2, 2010
Wolves in the Throne Room
Although I realize that Metal has very much advanced musically in the recent decades, I still have an obstacle to enjoy the music: the vocals. That's why I've been so disappointed with Sunn O))). A friend of mine who knew this recommended Wolves in the Throne Room, so I checked them out. Unfortunately, they too adminsiter the same standard Metal screaming like all the rest. I'm still searching for an innovative Metal band I can listen to...
Here's their homepage:
http://www.wittr.com/
New Stuff: James Ellroy
Friday, October 1, 2010
William S. Burroughs: The Cat Inside
The time to pet a cat is when the cat is eating. That is not the time to pet a dog. It is good to pet a sleeping cat. He stretches and purrs in sleep. Better let sleeping dogs lie. I remember at the poetry festival in Rome, John Giorno ans I are going down to breakfast. A big dog is sleeping on a landing.
"This is a very friendly dog," John said, and bent down to pet the beast, who growled ominously and showed his yellow teeth.
Kayo Dot
The Movies I Watched in September
A History of Violence (2005) 8
Avatar (2009) 7
Cool Hand Luke (1967) 7
Frailty (2001) 7
Garfield (2004) 5
Glory (1989) 6
Hard Candy (2005) 6
Help! (1965) 7
Hoffman (1970) 6
I, Robot (2004) 6
Le doulos (1962) 7
Mahler (1974) 5
Merci pour le chocolat (2000) 6
Ministry of Fear (1944) 7
One Eight Seven (1997) 6
The Cove (2009) 7
Unlawful Entry (1992) 6
War of the Worlds (2005) 7
Avatar (2009) 7
Cool Hand Luke (1967) 7
Frailty (2001) 7
Garfield (2004) 5
Glory (1989) 6
Hard Candy (2005) 6
Help! (1965) 7
Hoffman (1970) 6
I, Robot (2004) 6
Le doulos (1962) 7
Mahler (1974) 5
Merci pour le chocolat (2000) 6
Ministry of Fear (1944) 7
One Eight Seven (1997) 6
The Cove (2009) 7
Unlawful Entry (1992) 6
War of the Worlds (2005) 7
Thursday, September 30, 2010
William S. Burroughs: The Cat Inside
Thursday, October 4, 1984. Ugly, senseless, hysterical hatred is extremely frightening in animals or people. My dreams were haunted by archetypical dog packs... I am in an oval cul-de-sac at the end of a long, soft tunnel. At the far end of this chamber there is a strong magnetic pull. Get too close and it will pull you into the womb. I step back just in time. Allen Ginsberg is at my side with a mantra: "Closing that old Womb Door, don't wanna go back no more." Then I hear a baying sound, muffled by the soft walls of the passage, but unmistakable: "THE DOGS! THE DOGS!" Closer now, a snarling, slavering Cerberus pack. So Allen pulls an Indian rope trick to erect a scaffold, but it isn't quite high enough and I wake up kicking at the dogs as they leap up to drag me down.
No Age
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