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

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Amidst the Deluge

What should (or can) be done?

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Silent Night

It's been some time since I've posted any music here, and this is not a new recording, but it's ripe for uncovering--a four-track, apartment-recorded version of the oft (over?) recorded classic. Free. Click here to download. Merry Christmas!

Friday, December 17, 2010


At the beginning of C-Moon, after

some McCartney-clowning, a woman,

presumably Linda, half-laughs easily

at the 5-second mark. This I played

for a girl half my life ago, at sundown,

in the apartment I shared. She heard

what I heard in that laugh, and that was fire,

friends, that felt smokeless, a shaft of light

leading a multitude through the wastes.

You exhort your people for years on end,

you codify the words that come to you

in a finger of smoke smoting stone

at the peaks of mountains, and you die

for a mysterious infraction.

Water from a stone evaporates, joins

its brethren in the wreath around the world,

is breathed in, keeping sky blue, rotting

a body even while giving it life to shake

that tambourine. Linda couldn’t sing,

was the common story, and I, too, laughed

cruelly at the tape going round. But the girl

in the apartment could. She was the promised land

glimpsed in sound slipping away, or dead:

The laugh’s gone as it’s being registered,

cannot here be fixed. Macca loved his wife

to the end, the blessed sentimentalist. There:

There’s a figure walking by the window

doesn’t know me, doesn’t know I’m here.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Monday, December 6, 2010


No one imagines that we’d wind up with a world that looks like this on the basis of the technology that’s emerged in the last hundred years. Emergent technology is the most powerful single driver of change in the world, and it has been forever. Technology trumps politics. Technology trumps religion. It just does. And that’s why we are where we are now. It seems so self-evident to me that I can never go to that Technology: threat or menace? position. Okay, well, if we don’t do this, what are we going to do? This is not only what we do, it’s literally who we are as a species. We’ve become something other than what our ancestors were.

I’m sitting here at age 52 with almost all of my own teeth. That didn’t used to happen. I’m a cyborg. I’m immune to any number of lethal diseases by virtue of technology. I’m sitting on top of this enormous pyramid of technology that starts with flint hand-axes and finds me in a hotel in Austin, Texas, talking to someone thousands of miles away on a telephone and that’s just what we do. At this point, we don’t have the option of not being technological creatures.

- William Gibson