Wednesday, October 06, 2010



away from the manse a couple of weeks...


Tuesday, October 05, 2010





out & about

Redeeming the Almanac

"To the naked Eye, the Aether, appears like a solid Arch, the Stars
like the Heads of brass Nails, the Sun flat and about as big as a
Chease, but our reason informs us better."

Monday, October 04, 2010

Stuart Gordon and Jeffrey Combs podcast about their EA Poe one-man show...
Dennis Paoli wrote the play, using a compilation of historical accounts, actual monologues, articles, letters and Poe's own words to construct the definitive portrait of American's most famous macabre poet. The play ran for months in Los Angeles and received unanimously glowing reviews. After seeing the show in November, we immediately invited Jeffrey Combs and director Stuart Gordon to come to Austin for this year's Fantastic Fest. Although not a film, NEVERMORE was the very first show booked for this year's festival...

Sunday, October 03, 2010



CSA Space: Mike Grill--through 21 October


Bruce Conkle
Magic Chunks
at Worksound (Portland)
opening reception
Saturday October 9th 6 -9pm
820 SE Alder
free and open to the public
funded in part by a RACC project grant
October 9 - 30 2010

Bubble Raft
at Dorsch Gallery (Miami)
September 1st - October 2nd

Friday, October 01, 2010

a bunch of Hammer Horror on TCM tonight...

Wednesday, September 29, 2010




me reading at The (New) Reading Series - 7.19.09

also here


PennSound: Victor Coleman

archived readings by one of Canada's most luxurious poets...

farewell Michael Gizzi
CHIMES AT MIDNIGHT

The father in exile stripped of his sundial borrows the equator for a belt.

All his life his life had yet to start, coming of age was the end.

You think about genetics, would think, well,

maybe a whole other life is possible. Maybe noon would rather be midnight.

The humble Hellebore becomes a rock star thanks to intelligent design. Coziness
cradles him like rage. “He hid under his bed when he lived with his mother!”

One branch of the family is antiseptic, another a lecture on prickers.

Everything else is made up.


PennSound: Michael Gizzi

Monday, September 27, 2010















out & about


John Latta's interesting take on New Star's Stan Persky/Brian Fawcett memoir of Robin Blaser-- “The New American Poetry and Us”

Michael Turner reviewed the book's launch at
websit

Yes, I Would Like To Swing On A Star
Perhaps it’s just how antiquated his music sounds today -- beautifully, mysteriously antiquated, like something emerging from a dream….or a nightmare. In either moody reverie, when listening to the brilliant baritone sing “Pennies From Heaven,” “Ol’ Man River” or “Swinging on a Star,” you feel the music form around you, as if you’re riding on an ethereal echo chamber of air coming from a million miles away. It’s spacey, creepy and charming all at once. Which perfectly explains how effective the song “Mairzy Dotes” becomes in David Lynch's Twin Peaks, when daughter-murdering, Bob-haunted Leland Palmer crazily sings it in the midst of his meltdowns. And then there was that pairing of the two Thin White Dukes -- Bowie and Bing dueting “Peace On Earth/Little Drummer Boy” -- ideal. These were two sexy space aliens keeping Christmas a little bit Christian and a little bit…pagan. As much as I love Frank Sinatra, this kind of cross generational extraterrestrial-ness could have only been created with Crosby...

"Little Drummer Boy", David Bowie and Bing Crosby
Bing Crosby & Frank Sinatra - Well, Did You Evah (High Society)
Paul Whiteman, Bing Crosby, "MAKE BELIEVE" (1928)
Bing Crosby - Some Of These Days, 1932
Bing Crosby - Just a Gigolo, 1931

Saturday, September 18, 2010




from My Parents Were Awesome

Back to School

Starting school — people act as if there’s something inherently virtuous to it. Setting your shoulder to the wheel, your nose to the grindstone, putting away childish things. Knuckling down — they can’t wait to get you knuckling down, as if you become a real person only when you start doing things you don’t want to do. God forbid you should spend your life running around the park. What if everyone did that? Who would poison the rats? Who would sue the government?