Friday, July 04, 2008

a book about Glenn Gould's piano & its tuner
"Having grown so sensitive to sound, many piano tuners couldn't cope with the noisy world. "In the early 20th Century, piano tuners outnumbered members of any other trade in English insane asylums," Hafner tells us."

Thursday, July 03, 2008

know what else is the berries? my grampy's semi-acclaimed new book of poems The Age of Briggs & Stratton (Hammertown)...

Noise pollution is killing us...

"We got our half-acre lots, and now we have our weed whacker, our leaf blower, our hedge trimmer, our riding lawn mower, and then we hop in our car and drive on four- and six-lane highways past thousands of other suburbs to our place of work, noise -polluting every place we pass."

"LUIS HERNANDEZ from the State of Veracruz works in demolition in New York. He sends 200 dollars a week."


a series by Dulce Pinzon

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

in NYC a William Holden retrospective--

"They came too late and stayed too long," observed the tagline
introducing Peckinpah's "Wild Bunch." Having arrived at the dawn of a new fatalism in American movies, and inadvertently bowed out as the '70s and the age of the anti-hero ended, Holden's tragic timing was perfect both on-screen and off..."

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

from poet James Liddy's

"I am an exile, I am not an exile. "Exile" has enough alienation in it to be a real condition yet it can be read as part of the flashy itinerant supernaturalism of the voyageur. The spirit wandereth whence it is employed or patroned. The artist type is outside the first social force of Mammy and friends; distance beckons new interruptions, and maybe memory spins into backlash.

Writing can seem the activity of alcoholic and
workaholic ghosts; the famous never tired ones, Wilde, Auden, Isherwood used
new domicile and flirtatious cafe in a more exuberant mode than they would at home. Do not dismiss the soldiering in far foreign fields where the battle cry is: do not tire.

The books on the table are piled-up differently: if I had stayed would my life have been changed by John Wieners, Lorine Niedecker,
and above all Jack Spicer? Sitting by a great lake stung by the idea: your
Ireland is dead, clarify your mind..."

via Ron

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Ed Ruscha's best shot

"That's the one thing I regret about any photograph: that eventually it becomes historical, nostalgic, out of date. It begins to look like the age it came from...I'm interested in glorifying something that we in the world would say doesn't deserve being glorified. Something that's forgotten, focused on as though it were some sort of sacred object. That's the mystery of it all: what it is that will catch my attention..."