...the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life...

Monday, November 29, 2010


being confronted by your past work, the work you made
when it was important to be important is a necessary walk
through the fire of humility. it lives on to confront you--
terrible melodies and earnest signs, the stab at currency
in bad clothing and hair that looks like that--and memory,
too, does a good job of it. in 8th grade, when i thought
to play a trick on some girls: i ran toward them
on the blacktop with my plan. i tripped and fell on my knees
and elbows and palms, and their laughter and the are you
all rights. i refuse to forget. i'm telling you this, sonny,
because you keep smirking whenever i tell you anything.
you'll see. you'll see. i'm telling you, sonny: you'll see.

Sunday, November 28, 2010


'The aim of an artist is not to solve a problem irrefutably, but to make people love life in all its countless, inexhaustible manifestations.'

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Aesop's Fable #112: The Wolf, the Mother, and Her Child

A hungry wolf was prowling about in search of food. By and by, attracted by the cries of a child, he came to a cottage. As he crouched beneath the window, he heard the mother say to the child, "Stop crying, do, or I'll throw you to the wolf!" Thinking she really meant what she said, he waited there a long time in the expectation of satisfying his hunger. In the evening he heard the mother fondling her child and saying, "If the naughty wolf comes, he shan't get my little one. Daddy will kill him." The wolf got up in disgust and walked away. "As for the people in that house," said he to himself, "you can't believe a word they say."

Trans. (?) V.S. Vernon Jones

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Things are rough

Here's something to help out, though getting it in better quality and loud in your house wd be better.

Saturday, November 6, 2010


Don't wait. Go.