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20190811
In Nomine
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So, as I said, D bursts in the room, as I am sipping my morning coffee.
"Do you know what day, this is?" she asks brightly.
"It's the Lord's Day," I answer good-narudlely in kind of a sort of tongue-in-cheek way.
"Funny you should say that," she responds, triumphantly. "Today is Chris Hemsworth's birthday!"
I don't know.
I think I was set up.
Happy birthday, Chris!
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So, as I said, D bursts in the room, as I am sipping my morning coffee.
"Do you know what day, this is?" she asks brightly.
"It's the Lord's Day," I answer good-narudlely in kind of a sort of tongue-in-cheek way.
"Funny you should say that," she responds, triumphantly. "Today is Chris Hemsworth's birthday!"
I don't know.
I think I was set up.
Happy birthday, Chris!
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20190421
Je nie le néant et je promets l’espoir
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"I deny nothingness and I promise hope."
It just sounds better in French.
Or in German...
But then again...
Form is no other than emptiness
Emptiness no other than form...
Or so the saying goeth:
But don't quote me on any of that.
Anyhow...
Happy Easter, bitches!
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"I deny nothingness and I promise hope."
It just sounds better in French.
Or in German...
But then again...
Form is no other than emptiness
Emptiness no other than form...
Or so the saying goeth:
But don't quote me on any of that.
Anyhow...
Happy Easter, bitches!
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20151202
Joy to the World
Move over Jesus…
There is a new player in town…
Her name is Joy Mangano and she sold 18,000 mops in 20 minutes!!!
Now, let me ask you, how is that for a miracle?
Coming to a theatre near you, on December 25th, 2015, just in time for Christmas.
I kid David O. Russell and Ingenious Designs, LLC.
Still, I think I might just save my money this time around, and go see Krampus, instead.
Kind of suits my mood...
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There is a new player in town…
Her name is Joy Mangano and she sold 18,000 mops in 20 minutes!!!
Now, let me ask you, how is that for a miracle?
| I just can't wait to see the movie. |  |
Coming to a theatre near you, on December 25th, 2015, just in time for Christmas.
I kid David O. Russell and Ingenious Designs, LLC.
Still, I think I might just save my money this time around, and go see Krampus, instead.
Kind of suits my mood...
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20120821
20120124
Year of the Dragon
Do not spend a long time rubbing one side of an elephant,
and do not be surprised by a real dragon.
—Dōgen
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20101029
20091130
Săbărelu
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Sit my friends and listen
Put your glasses down
Sit my friends and listen
To the voices of the drowned
—The Pogues, "The Wake of the Medusa"
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Sit my friends and listen
Put your glasses down
Sit my friends and listen
To the voices of the drowned
—The Pogues, "The Wake of the Medusa"
| I call it a soft, green garland, The Arges, big as it is, Hasn’t the charm of the Săbărel. The tiny Săbărel, hey … Love thrives on its abundance. Oh, Didina, Didina, oh. The Săbărel, with its sweetness, Flows all winter and doesn’t freeze. Oh, Didina, Didina, oh. Green leaf, marjoram, hey; I cam up from the valley onto the hill, And I look out on the Sabar, hey. I saw the Sabar girls bleaching. Bleaching cloth, hey, oh, Didina, Didina, oh. You can see their feet, hey. Their feet as white as swans, hey. Oh, Didina, Didina, oh. The Săbărel, with its sweetness, Flows all winter and doesn’t freeze. Oh, Didina, Didina, hey. |
But around Epiphany It flows as cold as a floe of ice, You draw it up onto the green bank And drink sweet water, oh, so sweet. Oh, Didina, Didina, oh. But around Epiphany It flows as cold as a floe of ice. You draw it up onto the green bank And drink sweet water, oh, so sweet. Nana, nana, ah, my darling. May God bring the rain pouring down So that the Neajlov will rise, May God bring the rain pouring down. So that Neajlov will rise And sweep the bridge out of the valley. And sweep the bridge out of the valley. Nana, nana, ah, my darling. Leaving only poles, Leaving only sundered poles, And drown all the Neajlov men. |
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20091007
The choice is Life
Via Quidnovi, via Tom Bombadil:
"A strange security results when death is so close a companion. It can be felt while crunching along a beach, a skeleton walking on skeletons with the time machine turning in step, wavefalls and footfalls. A gleeful levity at being so brief, at feeling so exempt."
---James Hamilton Paterson, Sea Burial
"Life is the laugh of the actual in the face of nothing. There is so much to sense, think, and emote about, so much life to endure, such fullness of good and bad---and all of it, suddenly, nothing. Only laughter fits the gap. And he laughs luminously with the great swell of being nothing."
---A.A.Attanasio, Solis
THE ENDLESS WAVE
Saint Anthony knew what ailed the world;
He could see the skull under the mask.
And he thought up long answers to very short questions
Less clever men never would ask.
Yes, Saint Anthony knew what ailed the world,
Though the world didn't know she was sick.
"Shall eternity break like an endless wave?
Can a candle flame burn on a circular wick?
Shall the beast never die that consumes its own tail
Like a dog with gangrene to lick?"
Yes, Saint Anthony looked for a cure for the world,
But in truth he ailed alone.
So off went the Saint in Saint Anthony's boat,
With a bird who played deaf for a fee.
(Melancholy had rusted the preacher-man's throat;
May it never infect you and me!)
And Saint Anthony hoped his parish'ners could be
Bigger fish in a much bigger sea.
(…)
Be assured---any dreamer's a prophet
Who dreams of a house in the sky
Or paradise.
May belief be the slave of aesthetics
And the prettier doctrine apply
Where doubt arise.
For remember---all nightmares are fiction,
And any foreboding a lie
To children's eyes.
And why would the world be more perfect
Than anything else made of clay---
Like you and I?
For the saint is less blessed than the gardener,
Whose husbandry makes of the earth
A paradise.
The naïve---who embellish his garden
Like innocent blossom---are worth
More than the wise.
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"A strange security results when death is so close a companion. It can be felt while crunching along a beach, a skeleton walking on skeletons with the time machine turning in step, wavefalls and footfalls. A gleeful levity at being so brief, at feeling so exempt."
---James Hamilton Paterson, Sea Burial
"Life is the laugh of the actual in the face of nothing. There is so much to sense, think, and emote about, so much life to endure, such fullness of good and bad---and all of it, suddenly, nothing. Only laughter fits the gap. And he laughs luminously with the great swell of being nothing."
---A.A.Attanasio, Solis
THE ENDLESS WAVE
Saint Anthony knew what ailed the world;
He could see the skull under the mask.
And he thought up long answers to very short questions
Less clever men never would ask.
Yes, Saint Anthony knew what ailed the world,
Though the world didn't know she was sick.
"Shall eternity break like an endless wave?
Can a candle flame burn on a circular wick?
Shall the beast never die that consumes its own tail
Like a dog with gangrene to lick?"
Yes, Saint Anthony looked for a cure for the world,
But in truth he ailed alone.
So off went the Saint in Saint Anthony's boat,
With a bird who played deaf for a fee.
(Melancholy had rusted the preacher-man's throat;
May it never infect you and me!)
And Saint Anthony hoped his parish'ners could be
Bigger fish in a much bigger sea.
(…)
Be assured---any dreamer's a prophet
Who dreams of a house in the sky
Or paradise.
May belief be the slave of aesthetics
And the prettier doctrine apply
Where doubt arise.
For remember---all nightmares are fiction,
And any foreboding a lie
To children's eyes.
And why would the world be more perfect
Than anything else made of clay---
Like you and I?
For the saint is less blessed than the gardener,
Whose husbandry makes of the earth
A paradise.
The naïve---who embellish his garden
Like innocent blossom---are worth
More than the wise.
Both the text above (extracted from "Saint Anthony's Vocation" and "Choose your own Dream") and the illustration ("The Endless Wave", which its author calls a Tomograph, a 3-dimensional scenes created using a variety of real elements mixed with hand painted cutouts) are from Patrick Woodroffe's amazing collection, Hallelujah Anyway.
Its extraordinary images explore and celebrate the border between reality and illusion; a realm of wild wonders and bizarre beings, brought to life through a combination of paint, etching and highly unconventional photographic techniques.
Published: 1987 (currently out of print)
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20090827
Honest Scrap
There is no knowing what unexpected visitors might be dropping by The Wulfshead.
Or what startling present they might be bearing.
As the bartender currently on duty, it is my privilege to recognize Nurse Scrap's devotion to The Wulfshead and present her with the prestigious Honest Weblog Award bestowed upon her and "a whole bunch of people at The Wulfshead" by the Simian delegation on behalf of Dr. Zaius.
This award is an exceptional distinction:
The Wulfshead's distinguished patrons and visitors, "strange and unusual" as they may be, are "distinguished" by what they value, by whom they honor, and by what they aspire to be: their individual’s stories enrich the significance of this award. And so, I hope that many will be the patrons and regulars who will avail themselves of this unique opportunity to partake in the spirit of the Honest Scrap distinction presented to them.
The rules of the award are:
1. You must brag about the award
2. You must include the name of the blogger who bestowed the award on you and link back to the blogger
3. You must choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design
4. Show their names and links and leave a comment informing them that they were prized with Honest Weblog.
5. List at least ten (10) honest things about yourself.
Then pass it on with the instructions!
2. You must include the name of the blogger who bestowed the award on you and link back to the blogger
3. You must choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design
4. Show their names and links and leave a comment informing them that they were prized with Honest Weblog.
5. List at least ten (10) honest things about yourself.
Then pass it on with the instructions!
To be continued . . .
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20090731
Beer Summit
I've said it before and I'll say it again, I've always had the greatest respect for the Wulfshead's Librarian. And the fact that I never bothered visiting the Wulfshead library when he was the only one in charge as assiduously as I am now ever since his young assistant took over has nothing to do with anthropocentrism.
Surely challenging anthropocentrism, in all its guises, must be integral to all initiatives aimed at promoting the strength and equity of all sentient species on the planet. I have always believed that what brings us together is stronger than what pulls us apart, and so I am happy that the librarian and I were given that opportunity to have a cordial talk, both over the beers and a bottle of Pacharan that Quinty kindly had had specially ordered for us in prevision of the event.
I am confident over what has happened here tonight, and I am hopeful that all of us are able to draw a positive lesson from this episode.
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Surely challenging anthropocentrism, in all its guises, must be integral to all initiatives aimed at promoting the strength and equity of all sentient species on the planet. I have always believed that what brings us together is stronger than what pulls us apart, and so I am happy that the librarian and I were given that opportunity to have a cordial talk, both over the beers and a bottle of Pacharan that Quinty kindly had had specially ordered for us in prevision of the event.
I am confident over what has happened here tonight, and I am hopeful that all of us are able to draw a positive lesson from this episode.
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20090719
This Calls For Another Stein
Ah! the news is that The Wulfshead might soon benefit from the assistance of yet another substitute bartender, I wonder who it will be this time?
It takes all kind. And frankly, I can use all the help I can.
Why, some of The Wulfshead's clientele has been getting quite literary of late. One of the patrons, I heard, is reading The Grapes of Wrath. And the word is that the gentlelady of the West has read hundreds of thousands of books.
While some of the patrons here are very well-read indeed---always such a pleasure listening to them talk---there are also those who have not read a book in their life. Why, there is even one patron here who wouldn't get caught dead with a book in his hands.
Me? I like books...
I am sorry...what was it that you were saying?
The book on the counter?
Ah, yes, they say that there is something about it that is very much like "Waiting for Godot."
No, the book is not mine, sir.
The librarian must have left it there.
The Wulfshead does have quite an impressive library, didn't you know?
Yes, the librarian is an old acquaintance of mine.
He must have left the book here, as he was walking out in company of... of...
I did not quite make out who it is he was with. Darius Whiteplume, maybe?
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It takes all kind. And frankly, I can use all the help I can.
Why, some of The Wulfshead's clientele has been getting quite literary of late. One of the patrons, I heard, is reading The Grapes of Wrath. And the word is that the gentlelady of the West has read hundreds of thousands of books.
While some of the patrons here are very well-read indeed---always such a pleasure listening to them talk---there are also those who have not read a book in their life. Why, there is even one patron here who wouldn't get caught dead with a book in his hands.
Me? I like books...
I am sorry...what was it that you were saying?
The book on the counter?
Ah, yes, they say that there is something about it that is very much like "Waiting for Godot."No, the book is not mine, sir.
The librarian must have left it there.
The Wulfshead does have quite an impressive library, didn't you know?
Yes, the librarian is an old acquaintance of mine.
He must have left the book here, as he was walking out in company of... of...
I did not quite make out who it is he was with. Darius Whiteplume, maybe?
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20090714
We'll always have Paris
What to say?
"C'est la vie," Carmen Electra’s Crazy Horse Paris run ended yesterday.
So, too late for that already, I am afraid.
But there is still Bastille Day.
In any case, there is that bartending convention going on. The way I look at it, I would be derelict in my duties if I failed to attend.
You know what they say...It's a tough job...
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"C'est la vie," Carmen Electra’s Crazy Horse Paris run ended yesterday.
So, too late for that already, I am afraid.
But there is still Bastille Day.
In any case, there is that bartending convention going on. The way I look at it, I would be derelict in my duties if I failed to attend.
You know what they say...It's a tough job...
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20090612
A "strange coincidence"...
...to use a phrase,
By which such things are settled nowadays."
— Lord Byron
There is always room for coincidences...
— Alva Noto
"We know that attention acts as a lightning rod. Merely by concentrating on something one causes endless analogies to collect around it, even penetrate the boundaries of the subject itself: an experience that we call coincidence, serendipity – the terminology is extensive. My experience has been that in these circular travels what is really significant surrounds a central absence, an absence that, paradoxically, is the text being written or to be written."
— Julio Cortázar (Around the Day in Eighty Worlds)
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By which such things are settled nowadays."
— Lord Byron
There is always room for coincidences...
— Alva Noto
"We know that attention acts as a lightning rod. Merely by concentrating on something one causes endless analogies to collect around it, even penetrate the boundaries of the subject itself: an experience that we call coincidence, serendipity – the terminology is extensive. My experience has been that in these circular travels what is really significant surrounds a central absence, an absence that, paradoxically, is the text being written or to be written."
— Julio Cortázar (Around the Day in Eighty Worlds)
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20090404
Waiting For Sam No More
My mentor, I guess, was the late poet John Tagliabue. He didn't introduce me to the work of Samuel Beckett. That was done by 2 religion professors in 1959. In fact, when I directed my first production of Godot the next year, playing Vladimir as well, I may have introduced him. But it was John who revealed to me a few years ago the full intellectual and cultural brilliance of Beckett. One does not see in the plays, poems, novels (or whatever-they-are) an author sitting at table, after a gourmet dinner, discussing with friends the paintings of Cezanne. But that's who he was...and now we have the first volume of his letters to prove it. The Times has a great review~~~
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/05/books/review/ONeill-t.html?_r=1&8bu=&emc=bua1&pagewanted=all
A word about that first production: it was rather a revolutionary act in Central Maine in 1960 or so, at a quite conservative (then) college named Bates. I realized there was no hope of a formal student project of such a play in the campus theater. But I knew a professor who had a key to the place, so our little cast of 4, plus the Boy of course, used to sneak in there to rehearse. I chose a very popular student to play Estragon. I figured they wouldn't expel him. For Pozzo and Lucky I got 2 faculty members. One, I believe, still teaches English up there, and the other was a history prof who became the college dean. Perfecto! The play requires almost no scenery, and for lighting I just stepped off stage at "sunset" and switched down the overhead lights. Then I came back on. Such business is completely in the spirit of the thing.
A word about that first production: it was rather a revolutionary act in Central Maine in 1960 or so, at a quite conservative (then) college named Bates. I realized there was no hope of a formal student project of such a play in the campus theater. But I knew a professor who had a key to the place, so our little cast of 4, plus the Boy of course, used to sneak in there to rehearse. I chose a very popular student to play Estragon. I figured they wouldn't expel him. For Pozzo and Lucky I got 2 faculty members. One, I believe, still teaches English up there, and the other was a history prof who became the college dean. Perfecto! The play requires almost no scenery, and for lighting I just stepped off stage at "sunset" and switched down the overhead lights. Then I came back on. Such business is completely in the spirit of the thing.
However, the crusty old lady who ran theatre then---her first name was Lavinia, so you can imagine (and the building now is named after her)---discovered us a couple days before we were ready to show it. To my amazement, instead of getting me thrown out of school, she decided to avoid scandal and give our show the full treatment. Lighting design (complete with Moon that shot up into place), a better scraggly tree, costumes, the works. Nevertheless, we didn't avoid scandal. When Estragon points out to Vladimir in the first moments of the play that his fly is full open, the old dignitaries in the front row practically fainted as I zipped it up. Never neglect the little things of life.
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20090320
Ageing - Misbehaving
Today is my 29th birthday, so the drinks are on me tonight.
Bartender: I would love a celebratory chocolate martini if it's not too much trouble, but the yin/yang aspect is optional.
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Bartender: I would love a celebratory chocolate martini if it's not too much trouble, but the yin/yang aspect is optional.
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