Friday, July 25, 2003

Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads
Tam Lin
The Great Menagerie: The Wonderful World of Pop-Up and Movable Books, 1811-1996
Kim Stanley Robinson: Wet Mars
The Lycette Bros. Illustrated Alphabet of Unfortunate Chance
The Modern Compendium of Miniature Automata
The new apples on the trees across from the school a teeth-clenching acid green.
la Ronde
Bob le flambeur
Tony Randall as Medusa
Noodles and Max
Lone Wolf and Cub
all from BadAssMovieImages.Com
Dr. Mabuse
Pop bubble wrap online

Thursday, July 24, 2003

Puck of Pook's Hill (Project Gutenberg): "Dan handed over his big one-bladed outdoor knife, and Puck began to carve out a piece of turf from the centre of the Ring.
'What's that for - Magic?' said Una, as he pressed up the square of chocolate loam that cut like so much cheese.
'One of my little magics,' he answered, and cut another. 'You see, I can't let you into the Hills because the People of the Hills have gone; but if you care to take seisin from me, I may be able to show you something out of the common here on Human Earth. You certainly deserve it.'
'What's taking seisin?' said Dan, cautiously.
'It's an old custom the people had when they bought and sold land. They used to cut out a clod and hand it over to the buyer, and you weren't lawfully seised of your land - it didn't really belong to you - till the other fellow had actually given you a piece of it -'like this.' He held out the turves. "
Forests -- The Shadow of Civilization: "Far spread the moorey ground a level scene
Bespread with rush and one eternal green
That never felt the rage of blundering plough
Though centurys wreathed springs blossoms on its brow
Still meeting plains that stretched them far away
In uncheckt shadows of green brown and grey
Unbounded freedom ruled the wandering scene
Nor fence of ownership crept in between
To hide the prospect of the following eye
Its only bondage was the circling sky
One mighty flat undwarfed by bush and tree
Spread its faint shadow of immensity
And lost itself which seemed to eke its bounds
In the blue mist orisons edge surrounds
Now this sweet vision of my boyish hours
Free as spring clouds and wild as summer flowers
Is faded all--a hope that blossomed shall ever be
Inclosure came and trampled on the grave
Of labours rights and left the poor a slave
And memorys pride ere want to wealth did bow
Is both the shadow and the substance now.' "
Saw a lizard at the top of the road run out from the rocky brush and stop on the faded divider. Encouraging it toward the safety of the wooded hill on the other side I was able to see its snake-like downhill controlled tumble, feet up, until it wanted to stop in which case the feet acted as brakes. And fast.
: "In a spot were a bard or a readable book Is as scarce as good food in famine Five muck worms their own honest callings forsook & must needs a new calling be a shamming Theyd heard of famd parnuss its fountains & daughters & ryhme turnd their brains topsy turvy So they thought if they een got a dip in its waters Twoud cure as the sea cures the scurvy"
Midsummer Traditions



Then there is the day itself. As was a custom of old "..to dress out stools with a cushion of flowers, so our Lady's bottom would be met softly. A layer of clay is placed on the stool, & therein is stuck with great regularity an arrangement of all kinds of flowers, so close as to form a beautiful cushion. These are exhibited at the doors of house in the villages, & at the ends of streets & cross-lanes of larger towns where the attendants beg money from passengers, to enable them to have an evening feast & dancing." Also "This custom, the Romans saw, as part of their rites. Feast of the Lares, or Household Gods, who presided as well over the house a streets. This mode of adorining the seat or couch of the Lares was beautiful, & the idea of reposing them on aromatic flowers, & beds of roses, excellent. And so do the folk worship still."

John Clare in "The Midsummer Cushion"
Poems of the Middle Period, Volumes III and IV: "The Midsummer Cushion (named for the local Helpston children's custom of inserting wild flowers into rectangles of turf to make 'cushions' of flowers and grasses) "
Dore's "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe
The Photomontages of Hannah Hoch
reasons to be cheerful pt 32
Nicolas Freeling
Outlaws and Highwaymen

Wednesday, July 23, 2003

noseyflynn's Joyce blog
Guardian Unlimited Books | Review | A life corrected: "'Meanwhile, I move them from one room to another, one shelf to another, one pile to another, and may spend three hours looking for a book without finding it, but sometimes having the satisfaction of coming upon six or seven others which serve my purpose just as well.'"
Sleeping on it
The Power Of the Moon
Robert Burns - Robert Burns as 'Dirt and Deity': "'When proud misfortune's ebbing tide recedes,' he wrote in one letter, 'you will bear me witness, that when my bubble of fame was at the highest, I stood, unintoxicated, with the inebriating cup in my hand, looking forward with rueful resolve to the hastening time when the blow of Calumny should dash it to the ground, with all the eagerness of vengeful triumph.' "
Henry David Thoreau - Thoreau on Taxes, Huckleberries, 'Civil Disobedience': "'I proceeded to finish my errand, and, having put on my mended shoe, joined a huckleberry party who were impatient to put themselves under my conduct; and in half an hour—for the horse was soon tackled—I was in the midst of a huckleberry field, on one of our highest hills, two miles off, and then the State was nowhere to be seen.'"
Mont St-Michel
Berkeley profs revive Adorno's "Authoritarian Personality" wheeze. Keep working on that cure, folks.

Tuesday, July 22, 2003

return of Sparks?
"Pea Soup" - Pea Experiment: "A pea is either wrinkled or round - there is no in between"
Happy Birthday George Clinton!!!

my favorite P-funk song:

Funkentelechy

Yo, this is mood control (yo-ho!)
Saying you might as well pay attention (this is mood control)
You can't afford free speech
(mood, mood, mood, someone's funking with the mood!)

Mood control is designed to render funkable
Ideas brought to you by the makers of Mr. Prolong
Better known as Urge Overkill
The pimping of the Pleasure Principle

Oh, but we'll be pecking lightly
Like a woodpecker with a headache
'Cause it's cheaper to funk
Than it is to pay attention
You dig?
Huck-a-buck
A-Lo and behold, someone's funking with the mood control

When you're taking every kind of pill
(deprogram, program)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(peck me lightly like a woodpecker with a headache)

When you're taking every kind of pill
(Funk! The nonprofit organization)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
Where'd you get your funk from (where'd you get that funk from?)

Heh! Name that feeling!
Would you trade your funk for what's behind the third door?
The big deal!
Heads I win, tails you lose!

How do you spell relief?
Huck-a-buck, sucker!

When you're taking every kind of pill
(Ho! The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill

When you're taking every kind of pill
(You deserve a break today)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(Have it your way)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(Ooh, who was that? ha ha ha ha ha ha, ohh ohh ohh)

The salvation of inspiration is the motivation
Fasten your safety belt
While I take you face-to-face with the nosiest computer I know
Where'd you get that funk from?
When I count to ten I want you to jump up! Stay there!
Oh, ho! But don't come down til I Flash the Light.
You deserve a break today, have it your way
Funk is not domestically produced. Ho!
There's nothing that the proper attitude won't render...funkable.
Where'd you get your funk from? Funktism! Hey!

When you're taking every kind of pill
(Mood control!)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill

When you're taking every kind of pill
(Urge overkill!)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(yeah, ho!)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(Program)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(Deprogram)
(And reprogram)

?????

Heads I win, tails you lose (how do you spell relief?)
Would you trade your funk...for this? (you deserve a break today)
Or that? (have it your way)
A funk a day keeps the nose away...ain't it true!
I ain't gonna hold the lettuce, the pickles or the mustard (ha ha!)
Yo!

Step up and dance until I tell you to come down
You deserve a break today, sucker!
I'm gonna flash the light and flop the j, down again????

This is mood de-control
Saying pay more attention
For free speech is high finance
possible funkability???
Ho, Let the funk begin!
Do anybody have change for funk?

Where'd you get your funk from?
Oh yes, this is heavyweight funk
Put up your dukes, haha!
You want to funk around with me, oh!

This is mood de-control, yo-ho!
The home of the P.Funk, the Bomb
Mind your wants 'cause there's someone that wants your mind

When you're taking every kind of pill
(The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(How do you spell relief?)

When you're taking every kind of pill
(The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(whoa, this is the big pill)
(yeah, ho!)

Where'd you get that funk from?
(there they go again, there they go again)
(You might as well pay attention, free speech is too high)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(Huck-a-buck! Ho!)
(You deserve a break today)
(How do you spell relief?)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(Hey, wind me up!)

Yeah!
Take it to the bridge, hahaha
Let's take it to the stoop???
This is mood control

Funkentelechy (program,deprogram,reprogram)
Funkentelechy (how's your funkentelechy)
Funkentelechy (I got you back into turnaround)
Funkentelechy (right now, so y'all space)
Funkentelechy (heavyweight funk/hey ????!)
Funkentelechy (rump to rump, we)
Funkentelechy (shall get down)
Funkentelechy
Funkentelechy (how's your funk?)
Funkentelechy (how's your funkentelechy?)

How's your funk-en-te-lechy?
How's your funk-entelechy?
(x2)

How's your funk-en-te-lechy? (When you're taking every kind of pill)
How's your funk-entelechy? (Nothing ever seems to cure your ill)
(x2)

Where'd you get your funk from? (ho!)
You're in the presence of your future
You deserve a break today
Have it your way
I ain't gonna hold the lettuce, the pickles or the mustard
A funk a day keep the Nose away
Mind your wants 'cause someone wants your mind
Funk is a non-profit organization
Peck me lightly, like a woodpecker with a headache
'Cause funk is not domestically produced
It is responsive to your mood
You can score it any day
On WEFUNK, we-funk, HO!

Name that feeling, baby
This is mood de-control
Program, reprogram and deprogram
Funkentelechy (how's your funkentelechy?)
Funkentelechy (you might as well pay attention free speech is too high)
Funkentelechy (we are specially programmed for your p's????)
Funkentelechy (unfunky possibilities arrive for the makers of urge overkill)
Funkentelechy (and not your funky funny bone)
Funkentelechy (you deserve a break today so name that feeling)
Funkentelechy (would you trade your funk for what's behind the third door)
Funkentelechy (the big deal, heads I win, tails you lose)
Funkentelechy (there's nothing that funk will not render funkable)
Funkentelechy (this is mood decontrol, urge you to Funk On!)
Funkentelechy (oh ho, how's your funk-en-tel-echy?)
Funkentelechy (ideas brought to you by the makers of urge overkill)

Do not respond
This has been a test
Ha ha ha ha ha!

And once again the Pleasure Principle has been rescued
With the aid of the funk
(this is Mr. Prolong)

How's your funk-en-te-lechy? (I have to leave early today, ha ha ha)
And in doing so, (How's your funk-entelechy?)
Freed the possibilities of funk beyond compare (How's your funk-entelechy?)
Program, deprogram, reprogram (How's your funk-entelechy?)

When you're taking every kind of pill (How do you spell relief)
Nothing ever seems to cure your ill (You deserve a break today)

When you're taking every kind of pill (ha ha ha ha)
Nothing ever seems to cure your ill (have it your way, this is the doctor)

When you're taking every kind of pill
(saying, the bigger the headache, the bigger the pill)
Nothing ever seems to cure your ill (what's happening?)
Ha ha ha
Sucker!

How's your funk?
How's your funk? (what's happening?)
Funkentelechy (x2)
Funkentelechy (I want you to stay up there until I tell you to come down)
Funkentelechy (Check your funk pressure)
Funkentelechy (fly on)
Funkentelechy (ain't nothing but a party, baby)
Funkentelechy

How's your funk-entelechy?
How's your funk-en-te-lech-y?
How's your funk-entelechy? (Heads I win tails you lose!)
happy birthday Terence Stamp of Stepney
experimental garden where Mendel (July 22 1822) hybridised his peas
two below from excellent::: wood s lot ::: "the fitful tracing of a portal"
It's all Jazz: an interview with DJ Spooky
interesting "New Bohemia" formulation
ringing defense of Liz Phair's new CD
Danteworlds Image Gallery