January 2009
103 posts
one year ago i had a really fun night and had to be up at six. i can sleep in tomorrow.
all i ate today were vegan cookies, and a tiny cupcake from a birthday i didn’t know about. apparently it is not that great to have your birthday on new year’s eve, because “you know, it’s your birthday, your special day. it only comes once a year. so does new year’s.” i...
December 2008
51 posts
allesandro moreschi, ave maria, 1904.
the only...
when i lived with austin slater he had scoring...
“I can’t go on. I’ll go on.”
– sml. beckett
“let the green grass nourish,
with transmuted solar energies,
whoso would...”
– E.P.
the above is from Hugh Kenner’s The Pound Era, the book that ought to have taught other books how to educate. i re-read this every few years and reccomend it to people i think might appreciate it like a slavering evangelical.
i used to email hugh kenner when i was 13 or so… when my email address was still wombatman85@hotmail.com, and my password was “anathema,” which is a...
Ezra reading the first canto. i used to listen to...
“ADDRESS ALL PROBLEMS TO FRONT DESK MANAGEMENT!!!”
– non-front-desk management, on a bright red sign
seven forty five
i don’t know whether it’s just because i didn’t drink coffee today or what, but the only reason i’m not in bed asleep is that i don’t want to wake up at three in the morning.
i took my big camera out and took one picture, which will either be completely worthless or just kinda worthless depending on whether i loaded it a month ago with color or B&W film, not...
why don’t you go ahead and sing it, tom...
“As the heart finds the good thing, the feeling is multiplied.
Add the will to...”
– talking heads
“‘It is midnight. Rain is beating against the window.’ It was not...”
– Sml. Beckett
film
the digital revolution’s great and all, but there really is something different about film. i found this roll and had forgotten every single frame. that’s nice, sometimes.
also, they don’t even have to be good to feel like they’re good. that’s nice too. larger at photophoton.
“weil es schön war, weil es lächelte, weil es so täuschend lächelte, als es...”
– rainer maria rilke
Lay Down Sally
this song played on the jukebox once when i was waiting alone at shelby’s tavern
and my fellow occupants, arrayed in the establishment in a quiet tableau, like a bestiary of plains-dwelling overweight cowpokes surprised and yet resigned to the fact that a mid-sized city with half-respectable public transporation had popped up under their feet and wrapped them in a subsequence of the...
a hot track off ezra pound’s smash hit...
“ooooh, she’s got vaginas on the soles of her shoes”
– misheard paul simon
A note of explanation
I went to church on christmas because that was the gift that was asked of me by my mother, who spent her time wiping away tears as is her tendency in church when i am there and not engaging in the responsorials or the genuflections or the taking of the holy toast and tea.
anyway, we sat on the stairs because it was crowded. at the bottom of the stairs, which you see below in the picture, had been...
...to accept the things i cannot change...
i carved turkey for the first time tonight, which i am led to understand is a right of passage.
i got some moleskins and some giftcards which will allow me to buy nikes. i have not owned nikes for years.
also, hillariously, i unwrapped a shirt that was TINY, even for me, because it was made by Sarah Jessica Parker’s BITTEN label and was obviously meant for little girls.
above: cellphone...
placeat tibi obsequium servitutis meae
attempted to be seasonably proactive in procuring for my mother’s yule a self-appearance at the Holy Salad Bar, with exquisitely frustrating results: looked up church-times, called and said “hi mom, do you want to go to the 11am mass,” using that annoying word, swallowing back the nausea inherent in the whole idea of this “gift,” this saccharine “all i want for...
photophoton.blogspot
i may be addicted
or, more likely, i continue to tend towards initial bursts of enthusiasm followed in a long taper by gradually waning interest. still, i fucking love not knowing how many people have read what i’ve slapped down (a la that dirty whore myspace), and also not having any kind of comment function around to dissapoint me.
my knowledge of this space comes from a furey. which reminds me how...
My father, embarrassingly inside Victoria's Secret...
Father: Excuse me miss
Lady, folding weird panties: hmm?
Father: i'm shopping for my wife!
Lady, bored: hmmm.
Father: do you sell flannel pajamas?
myself: thank you for calling the brown palace front desk, this is keegan, how may i assist you?
caller: this is helen calling from hong-kong, calling to update the reservation for mr. james heller, halo echo london london echo rhubarb; that's heller, james: halo echo london london echo rhubarb: first name Jericho anchor merigold echo sybillance.
later:
myself: she was so succinct. hong-kong must be such a weird place to be. i keep imagining her in a huge room with huge windows. i bet she has a short haircut.
Keir: ...She doesn't have time for anything else.
sibulla ti theleis
Availing myself of the opportunity to write unencumbered of any of several watchful bodies, i have only a few things to say, number one of which being that i am mysteriously heartbroken almost all the time, followed by a profession of love for several cheeses including, but not limited to, boursin, Camembert, and good old fashioned cheddar, the latter of which almost requireth pretzels to be of...