a very nice little Coleridge dictionary

"glory-- a ring or spot of light (a natural phenomenon during misty weather in the mountains of the English Lake Country)"

Douglas Wolk on the Fleetwood Mac re-issues.

Haven't seen it yet, but any movie that gets its title from"Eloisa to Abelard" by Alexander Pope can't be all bad--

"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;
'Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;'
Desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n,
Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav'n.
Grace shines around her with serenest beams,
And whisp'ring angels prompt her golden dreams.
For her th' unfading rose of Eden blooms,
And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes,
For her the Spouse prepares the bridal ring,
For her white virgins hymeneals sing,
To sounds of heav'nly harps she dies away,
And melts in visions of eternal day. "

but it may have to wait until after I've seen Hellboy...

pdf's of earlier issues of ecopoetics can be found here.

Out inspecting the storm damage. Yesterday started out clear with a howling gale which brought in the big rain. When the power came back on I went out for the mail, the sky blue overhead, thin yellow cloud southeast through which the sun shone, big gun-metal grey stormcloud over downtown. The effect of the wind on the mild spring shower droplets through the blue sky and the bright low sun was to bathe everything in a super sharp platinum light, with distortion where the stormcloud met the horizon. Sometimes under similar conditions one sees crisp vignettes of normally smudged distant hills, those days when you can see Mount Baker but not Mount Benson.

Ecopoetics arrived from Buffalo, stuffed to the gunnels.

Found (as authentic storm jetsam) a flyer (with a picture of a wrecked bungalow) for a company (with 24/7 & within a half-hour service) specializing in:

. Nuisance Home Clean Ups
. Fire & Flood damage
. Grow-Op Rebuilds
. Impact & Vandalism
. Pet Odours
. General Contracting
. Furnace & Duct Cleaning
. Death Scene Clean Ups
. Carpet Repairs/Installs
. Mold & Mildew Abatement

thanks Glosses for LEOPOLIS, beautiful photos from L'viv in the Ukraine

the great John Hurt profiled in Salon. I bummed a Camel from him once.

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"It takes a peculiar skill to drive an old car fast over bad roads: & this is the kind of writer i've become."

Hannah Weiner--Clarivoyant Journal

many photographic collections at the George Eastman House

Julia Margaret Cameron's Idylls of the King photographs

Johnson's Chair

Cowper's Summer House

Rumsfeld Hosts No-Holds-Barred Martial Arts Tournament At Remote Island Fortress

"Rumsfeld, wandering among his collection of antique torture implements and feeding candied figs to his golden langur, said he remains unmoved.

'See here,' Rumsfeld said, indicating a gold-encrusted Minoan iron maiden. 'It is difficult to associate horrors with the proud civilizations that created them: Sparta, Rome, the knights of Europe, the Samurai. They worshipped strength, because strength is the fundament for all other values. I shall find the strongest of all, and together, we shall shake the world to its very foundations.'"

Dani Siciliano - Likes you may know her from her vocals on Matthew Herbert's records

The New Auterism

"Nothing like this is done in Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle. Here is a film that works with a space that is nearly incoherent and where the quick changes of locations (and the visual impact that comes from those quick changes) are far more important than is a need to explore them. And yet McG makes wonderful use of this strategy, creating a space/time relation that has nothing to do with any of the usual norms of probability, but from an idea of immediate meaning that exists in a constant flux according to how its characters experience whatever is happening on the screen. Many lazy critics write this film off as another by-the-numbers blockbuster, but truth be told, we never know what will happen in the next shot, even if after a while we start to expect something both silly and in bad taste."

The poetics of babytalk

"'Babytalk is full of poetic features, such as metrics and phonetics,' Miall said. 'I was surprised by how systematic it is, and how it works to shape and direct attention.' "

Gandalf Gets Swivey on the Wheels by Sasha Frere-Jones
"The hometown crush is crunk, our own version of dancehall: full of fire, committed to staying local, and not all that interested in moving from A to B. Consistency puts trunk salesmen on the red carpet and asses between windows and walls. And yes--I discount your beats if your MC is a jerk who asks a woman to do anything against her will, including but not limited to adjusting her purple Lycra bicycle shorts. Call me uptight, feminist lite, or Dionne Warwick's water bearer, but people have no right to treat other people like Kleenex. Do Tim and Magoo get a pass here? A thousand times no. 'Cold Cutz' is the least appealing sexual metaphor in a pretty bad month, and the video for 'Indian Flute,' from Tim and Magoo's current Under Construction Part II, is a sexist (and racist, bonus beat!) piece of shit, but, hey, they're not Lil' Flip, whose work I cannot debase any further than he has himself. AnD--please lower the neon 'get out of jail' sign from the rafter--Tim works with Missy. Tim works with Missy. Add 4,000 points. Not fair? Did I leave the text behind? Go on any hip-hop video set and ask a woman shaking her butt into a fish-eye lens what the fucking text is. "

NYPress on Craig Baldwin and Jon Mortisgu :

"They might be pretentious or insufferable were it not for two factors: Baldwin's George Carlin-ish sense of the absurd and his supple cutting, which marks him as one of the most skilled and surprising editors in American cinema. "

Sugar, by Marshall Sokoloff--pictures of rusty boats (thanks kottke.org)