Midnite Graffiti

2008-06-20T08:33:00.003-04:00

if i could write as fast as pictures flash
then i'd break some hearts
lonliness is a knife
still the adrenalin blossom
a newspaper full of nothing happening lies folded on the table
boredom is for wallowing

blows me deeply into myself as my ego crashes and callouses my body from the soulside out.
busy up the buddies in the bawdy noise
where everyone is suddenly very sincere
and everyone is intensely making a point

i called the light fantastic and tripped within its glare
my face hit flagstone pavement and my hat flew in the air
but my lampshade fit so beautifully i scarcely missed my cap
as i bounced against the flagstones i thought it was your lap

i left the room all sparkledrenched and drained
alive in the void crystal ships arced purposefully by
locked in the glass each freeze-frame burned
each held a familiar face or circumstance
i knew i was coming home

found the homestead and laid on back
sweet music flow me honeysuckle
flow me down home
I see that smile turnin' already
and i aint even halfway up the drive

pinpoints of light, stars?
no, they turn sideways and shine pencil beams of light
there in the fading silverlight, in summer's lull and beckon
worked its lazy heavy magic
i saw a long long time ago
intensely

the essence was boy scouts and hayfields
ice cream, bikes and bobby john
and cool rides up and down summer mountain road
and lightning bugs

Spondulicker
Sookie is a fat Shania Twain
the flaccid galvanizers
Goody Two Feet
The Cloying Headrapers
The Sockdarners
the farm mitzvah
a galaxy without stars

ali booby and the 40 d's
live and let learn

a calamity of errors
deep cleavage and strong scotch

2008-04-12T09:08:00.002-04:00

The Pulse Of The Temporal Transponder
vagina dentate

A round of wedge
Froozle Slo0sh
Ennuiteratti
Mister Tenderball
Noggin Clobberers
Doily Decadence

a spikely farsh

Sapphoholic
Bone Fire (bonfire's real genesis)
Dull Care

Dumb Me

State Of Blur

THE TOTEMIC HIT
Monsterous Synthetic Paradox

Grave with weight and alien with puberty

Spamborilly & Roses

Corrosive Diplomacy
Bodie's Lament
Jerk Water Hicks
When Parasites Eat Us
La Kooky Rachel
Struttin' Loud & Crackin' Wise
The Talented Mrs. Nipple-y

Love's Neighbor Flossed

Subliminal Seduction
LOADING PLEASE WAIT
Mayhymn & Other Hymns
The Happy Headphone

NO MOVING GLOBE

NONE BUT THE FIELD

Token Wonder
DOOB STATION ALPHA
FLAT TABBY
THE TOTEM BOWL

DILLATANTES REVENGE, PICNIC, HOLIDAY
BOOGIDY MAN'S SHOE
BONE TUNG

I'm settlin up Cause I'm Settlin' Down
That's what I Get For Forgettin'
I've Gone From Needin' You To Needin' You Gone

Crystal Bull
The Zone Of Middle Dementia
Dot & Carry One

MAKE US BETTER

MUSTER PLASTARD
FORESKIN CONCLUSION
SOME DON'T EVEN MEAN HALF
PORTION TIME
TOJO IN THE DOJO
WAGGIN ON WHEELS
SMALL MEDIUM FLARISE

PAINTY CAN NED

Mrs. Booberry
Eugene's Playroom

drunken sailor mowing service
berry me not
dummies drink n drive
ummish yooth wis boombuggses

CROCODILE SCARS

'Steady As She Goes"
cover depicting a destroyed earth reflected in hoisted binoculars of a wet mariner

'SEX STARVED TRAILER TRASH'
BOOBERRY IS MY BITCH

scarphage
scarchasm

THE CONTEMPTUOUS BOHEMIAN
KNIFE MONKEY

THE UNGODLY MUNCHKIN
SQUIRT

FUKIO MAMA

THE TEMPORAL FUGUE

It Might Be Your Station But It's Our Finger

ponderin the ponderosa

ELLIPTICAL CORRAL

small
medium
flarise

bacon sangwidge

orgasmic hypocricy
DINKY STAB

CUD SUE AND WILD ROSE
Porn star Hairy Smooth

The Boy Howdium
The Huge Rugged Inn.

RETROPSEUDOGENIE DOLL

STATION: LIL' CHTULHU'S HORRIBLE MISSHAPEN ROOM

SONG: Morphic Resonance

ARTIST: SCARCHASM

ARTIST: TUNGBONER
ALBUM: BONE TUNG

ARTIST: PISSWARM REVENGE

ALBUM: MAYHYMN AND OTHER HYMNS

ALBUM: FRIDAY'S GRISLY TREAT

ALBUM: outer darkness

ALBUM: GRAZETALKY

ARTIST: FISTULA
ALBUMS: Spamborilly & Roses
Crucifucky
ALBUM: THE CHILD

ALBUM: UNIVERSE GULCH

ARTIST: BOOGITY MAN'S SHOE

ARTIST: KNIFE MONKEY

ARTIST: PISSWARM REVENGE
ALBUM: MAYHYMN AND OTHER HYMNS

ARTIST: Garth Vader and His DRUNKEN HOWDYFEST

ARTIST: tripover stump

ARTIST: BOM PULL BEE-UH
ALBUM: THUS

SONG: julia child & martha stewart-VAMPIRE KILLERS
SONG: ASPHALT JUNKIE

ARTIST: Olympus Mons

ALBUM: COOKIN THE FROG
ARTIST: GRAZENGAZE

ALBUM: MARDI GRAS ON A LEASH
ALBUM: THE THRILL & THRALL
ALBUM: EYE BATTER POOP
ALBUM: THE HUGE RUGGED INN
ALBUM: THE TOTEM BOWL

ALBUM/ARTIST: HER ORAL CRAFT

ALBUM:
ALBUM/ARTIST: ONE MAN'S MEAT

THE EXECUTIVE DISORDERS

procrastination in a can

dearth of a salesman

litty bylittle

flaylon hocks

FISTULA DUCT VOMITORIUM
FISTULA DOLLARS

butterball dick and his studs o' the rear

ARTIST: HAMMER THE GIMP

FootZniffer & The FutZnuffers

night shavoose

COLD FURNACE
PROPER GEEGAW

FREE RANGE RUDE
BOOGIDY MAN'S SHOE

TWITCHIN AT THE ALTER

ring baloney yoni

'SEX STARVED TRAILER TRASH'

A SPREE DE CORPSE

JEALOUS MUCH?

LIKE TO WATCH

loading please wait

In A Balmy Nation

Timeberline

Tensificals--as in The Tensificals of Big Clete

EMPYREAN: CELESTIAL, FORMED OF LIGHT

--(morphogenetic: form-creating)

Rom, you lass
and Ream Ass!

consummation devoutly to be missed

Satisfaction, Conclusion, Inevitibility, Surprise

Concentration
Relaxation
Balance
Power
Chi

Okay:
Whitey and the Veals

THE DISINTEGRATING VALDEMARS

combustion of illusions

karma sutra

KID SUMMER

CRONEDOME

PINKO TUSGORILLA
VENGEFUL BONE
KNIFE MONKEY

Snuffabye

VENGEFUL BONE

horse senator (it was caligula who appointed his mount)

crucifucky
comaToast
the stern judgmental eye
Sin Urgy
wellwisher
panderbare
Dan O' Herlichunx
snot butter
Antonio Dan Bare-Ass (Italian-Indian nudist)
Dances Around Issues
riffing
Bullshit Walks
chance

initial impulse

vital labors

Hy Times & Misty Meaners

Granny's Square Eyeball

Misguided Topical Bent

sexbeer

Muncle Wiggly

BANDMATES

BONER BOB AND HIS HALF PAST GIVE A SHIT BOYS
WHISTLIN BOB
GUI BOB
GUCCI BOB

WILD BILL
FOOTY THE BILL
WET WILLY
FREE WILLY
BAD BACK BILL
THE GREEK TYPHOON
GRECIAN FORMULA NO.1

Hard LookS

MARDI GRAS ON A LEASH

PISSWARM REVENGE

THE DARK ORBITING CIRCLOIDS

SMALL GUTS

THE SHINGLES

DARLING PET MONKEY

WHEN CHEMICALS COLLIDE

3 BIG LIPS AMIGOS

SPILLED GUTS AND THE BLOODY STOOLIES

VAMP AND THE NOODLES

THE BRAINY BUMPS

GRANNY'S SQUARE EYEBALL

THE POONTANGLERS

THE POONTANG WRANGLERS

STANDARDS DIE BLEATING

HILL O BYE

DARLING PET KNIFE MONKEY

GUNNA SQUASHYA

CLOTHED IN A RAGGEDY DREAM

TULPA'S LAMENT

TWO GUTTER BALLS

EIGHT TRANS SISTER

SCARCHASM

THE CLOYING HEADRAPERS

BUTTERBALL DICK AND HIS STUDS O THE REAR

THE UNGODLY MUNCHKINS

BELLADONNA POLLYANNA

COMATOAST

CHEECH KING KONG

THE CHOOSY MOTHERS

DILLATANTES REVENGE, PICNIC, HOLIDAY

THE CYCLOSTOME SUCTORIAL

BIG CIRCLE BROKE

THE FUTZSNUFFERS

THRILL AND TRALL

VENGEFUL BONE

ALIEN MARKET

WET MARINER

CROSSHEWN LUMBERHEART

TOTEM BOWL

OLD LIGHT, ROTTEN LIGHT

YADDABLAH

PARKIE SASSER

STEMSELLER

JOHNNY SPONTAINE AND THE SPONTAIACS

GEEZRA

TOKEN WONDER

SPANK THEORY

CHILLED GREASE SANDWICH

Gower of Shitterbend

The Bug Farmers

OLDER MEN'S FEET, BLACK SOCKS

SHIT DON'T STICK TO A TAPEWORM

religious buttons
organ death
circles
driving consuption
alcohol safety
bicycle dogs
big discomfort
geriatric trucking
interstate bible

a buddha other than you
tortured in shallow water
exultation of the possible
dearth of a salesman
big circle broke
POLISH A TURD
CLOTHED IN A RAGGEDY DREAM
TULPA'S LAMENT
Chantal
Devil 'Lopers

BONERAMA

ULTRA LOUNGE

EDGE PLAY CAFE

GIGGLIN SINKAGE

THE DARK ORBITING CIRCLOIDS

SMALL GUTS

HILL O BYE

GUNNA SQUASHYA

COMATOAST

GOODIE TWO FEET

DILLATANTES REVENGE, PICNIC, HOLIDAY

THE CYCLOSTOME SUCTORIAL

BIG CIRCLE BROKE

GLORY HOLE

THRILL AND THRALL

VENGEFUL BONE

BECALMED IN AMBER

ALIEN MARKET

TOTEM BOWL

YADDABLAH

STEMSELLER

spirit rot

tentavirus

'cuddliness' for 'cunnilingus'

a chilled grease sandwich

twilight hands

2008-04-05T10:02:00.001-04:00

It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.
Anais Nin

"Don't play the saxophone. Let it play you." -Charlie Parker

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"The first mistake of art is to assume that it's serious." -Lester Bangs

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Never miss a good opportunity to shut up.

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"Without deviation, progress is not possible." -Frank Zappa

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"If you want to reach a goal, you must 'see the reaching' in your mind before you actually arrive at your goal." -Zig Ziglar

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"And how is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Every time I learn something new it pushes some old stuff out of my brain!" -Homer Simpson

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"Art is either plagiarism or revolution." -Paul Guaguin

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"The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources." -Albert Einstein

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"The great tragedy of science is the slaying of a beautiful hypothesis by an ugly fact." -Thomas Huxley

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"Things are only impossible until they're not." --Jean-Luc Picard

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" The more original a discovery, the more obvious it seems afterwards." ----------- Arthur Koestler

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"To spread the news is to multiply it." -Tibetan proverb

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"Time spent laughing is time spent with the gods." -Japanese proverb

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"It's not the daily increase but daily decrease. Hack away at the unessential." -Bruce Lee

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"Nothing is intrinsically valuable; the value of everything is attributed to it, assigned to it from outside the thing itself, by people." -John Barth

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"The shortest answer is doing." -- George Herbert

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"I'm just trying to make a smudge on the collective unconscious." -David Letterman

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"The arts are encroaching one upon another, and from this encroachment will come the art that is truly monumental." -- Lazlo Moholy-Nagy (1895-1946)

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All shall be well and all shall be well and all manner of things shall be well . . . Julian Of Norwich

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In a dark time, the eye begins to see. Theodore Roethke

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When the student is ready, the Master appears. Buddhist Proverb

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Astonishing! Everything is intelligent! Pythagoras

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We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts we make the world. The Buddha

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Each something is a celebration of the nothing that supports it. John Cage

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There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so. William Shakespeare

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The Way does not need cultivation--just dont defile it. Zen does not need study--the important thing is stopping the mind. Huang-Long

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Light breaks on secret lots . . . Where logics die The secret grows through the eye. Dylan Thomas

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All truths wait in all things. Walt Whitman

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I and my Father are one John 10:30

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Lift the stone and you will find me; cleave the wood and I am there. Jesus

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Beauty is unity in variety Coleridge

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Only the shallow know themselves. Oscar Wilde

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There 's no feeling like having written. Dorothy Parker

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"call things by their right names." Ezra Pound

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"... only he is an emancipated thinker who is not afraid to write foolish things." - Chekhov

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"Language is a virus" William S. Burroughs Feb 5, 1914 - Aug 2, 1997 - - - -

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Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen. Hebrews 11:1

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Acceptance without proof is the fundamental characteristic of western religion. Rejection without proof is the fundamental characteristic of western science.

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It is found again. What? Eternity. It is the sea, mingling with the sun. Rimbaud

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Expectations breed frustrations. Johnny Porto

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Not all powers have to be discovered; some have to be regained. John Fowles

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A fella builds his own sins right from the ground up. John Steinbeck

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Plenty of time to be adult in the grave. Johnny Porto

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There are no differences but differences of degree between different degrees of difference and no difference. William James

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What have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed. -- T.S. ELIOT

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it loved to happen marcus aurelius

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year after year on the monkey's face a monkey face basho

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the only joy in the world is to begin cesare pavese

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absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it inflames the great. Bussy-Rabutin, french soldier and writer (1618-1693)

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Gaze not long into the Abyss, lest the Abyss gaze into thee.

Desire is the root of all suffering.

instinctive abilities are expressions of will. -- Nietszche

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not knowing that one knows is best. Lao Tsu

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Want not, hurt not. Buddha

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Wonder. go ahead and wonder. Faulkner

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Intuition is the eye of wisdom .

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What I dream and what dreams me, the process wilts under scrutiny. Johnny Porto

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Time is the number of motion. Aristotle

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A stone is frozen music. Pythagoras

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Are days and miles necessary? Pythagoras

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Whose bread i eat, his song i sing.== Anonymous

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Are you not mad, my friend? What time o' the moon is it? Have you not maggots in your brain? John Fletcher: Women pleased III iv. (1620)

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Where Envy rokketh in the corner yond, And sitteth dirk; and ye shall see anone His lene bodie, fading face and hond; Him-self he fretteth, as i understand Anonymous

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Conscience . . . shows, with a pointing finger . . . a pale procession of past sinful joys. Cowper's "Hope" 221

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The world of dew Is the world of dew, And yet, and yet-- Issa

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The conventional army loses if it does not win. The guerilla wins if he does not lose. Henry Kissinger

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UVA UVAM VIVENDO VARIA FIT

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Justice is the round in the chamber.

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Patriotism is a virtue of the vicious. Oscar Wilde

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If water waves wave water, and sound waves wave air, what do light waves wave?

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. . . "the Wisdom of the Inward Parts . . ." Job

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Capitalism exploits conformity

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You never know whose eyes God's watching you through

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In a dark time, the eye begins to see-- Theodore Roethke

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Light breaks on secret lots . . . Where logics die The secret grows through he eye Dylan Thomas

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Zen is the madman yelling "If you wanta tell me that the stars are not words, then stop calling them stars!" Jack Kerouac

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Let the nothingness into yer shots. Golf In The Kingdom

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Each something is a celebration of the nothing that supports it. John Cage Do not think that buddhas are other than you. Dogen

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"The price one pays for pursuing any profession or calling is an intimate knowledge of its ugly side." -James Baldwin

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"It is the nature, and the advantage, of strong people that they can bring out the crucial questions and form a clear opinion about them. The weak always have to decide between alternatives that are not their own." -Dietrich Bonhoeffer

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"An artist is someone who produces things that people don't need but that he -- for some reason -- thinks it would be a good idea to give them." -Andy Warhol

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GEORGE CARLINISMS

How come wrong numbers are never busy?

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Do people in Australia call the rest of the world "up over"?

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Does that screwdriver belong to Philip?

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Does killing time damage eternity/

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Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?

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Why is it called lipstick if you can still move your lips?

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Why is it that night falls but day breaks?

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Why is the third hand on the watch called a second hand?

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Why is it that when you're driving and looking for an address, you turn down the volume on the radio?

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Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavor, and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons?

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Are part-time bandleaders semi-conductors?

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Can you buy an entire chess set in a pawn shop?

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Daylight savings time -- why are they saving it and where do they keep it?

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Did Noah keep his bees in archives?

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Do jellyfish get gas from eating jellybeans?

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Do pilots take crash-courses?

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Do stars clean themselves with meteor showers?

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Do you think that when they asked George Washington for ID that he just whipped out a quarter?

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Have you ever imagined a world with no hypothetical situations?

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Have you ever seen a toad on a toadstool?

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How can there be self-help "groups"?

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How do you get off a nonstop flight?

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How do you write zero in Roman numerals?

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How many weeks are there in a light year?

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If a jogger runs at the speed of sound, can he still hear his Walkman?

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If athletes get athlete's foot, do astronauts get mistletoe?

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If Barbie's so popular, why do you have to buy all her friends?

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If blind people wear dark glasses, why don't deaf people wear earmuffs?

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If cats and dogs didn't have fur would we still pet them?

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If peanut butter cookies are made from peanut butter, then what are Girl Scout cookies made out of?

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If space is a vacuum, who changes the bags?

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If swimming is good for your shape, then why do the whales look the way they do?

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If tin whistles are made out of tin, what do they make fog horns out of?

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If white wine goes with fish, do white grapes go with sushi?

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If you can't drink and drive, why do bars have parking lots?

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If you jog backwards, will you gain weight?

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If you take an Oriental person and spin him around several times, does he become disoriented?

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Why do the signs that say "Slow Children" have a picture of a running child?

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Why do they call it "chili" if it's hot?

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Why do we sing "Take me out to the ball game, when we are already there?

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Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour?

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Quotes For Writers
"The writer must believe that what he is doing is the most important thing in the world. And he must hold to this illusion even when he knows it is not true." -John Steinbeck

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James Baldwin:
"The writer's greed is appalling. He wants, or seems to want, everything and practically everybody; in another sense, and at the same time, he needs no one at all."

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Richard Palmer Blackmuir (1904-1965)
"At first they'll reject everything, particularly in your case. What you do is keep sending the same poems to the same people--after a decent interval, of course. After about the fourth or fifth time, they will actually have read them, and they will hear a little bell ring that they'll call the shock of recognition, and they'll take one."

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Kate Braverman
"Writing is like hunting. There are brutally cold afternoons with nothing in sight, only the wind and your breaking heart. Then the moment when you bag something big. The entire process is beyond intoxicating."

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Jacqueline Briskin:
"It takes most of us a long time to learn our craft. So keep at it. Don't give up."

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Robert Browning:
"I half resolve to tell thee, yet I blush, What set me off a-writing first of all. An itch I had, a sting to write, a tang!"

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Truman Capote:
"I think the only person a writer has an obligation to is himself. If what I write doesn't fulfill something in me, if I don't honestly feel it's the best I can do, then I'm miserable."

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C.J. Cherryh
"It is perfectly okay to write garbage - as long as you edit brilliantly."

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Arthur C. Clarke
"Read at least one book a day. Study the memoirs of authors who interest you. (Somerset Maughman's A Writer's Notebooks is a good example)."

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Robert Cormier
"The beautiful part of writing is that you don't have to get it right the first time, unlike, say, a brain surgeon. You can always do it better, find the exact word, the apt phrase, the leaping simile."

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Noel Coward:
"What I adore is supreme professionalism. I'm bored by writers who can write only when it's raining."

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Rosemary Daniell
"Read a lot, finding out what kind of writing turns you on, in order to develop a criterion for your own writing. And then trust it -- and yourself."

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Joan Didion:
"Grammar is a piano I play by ear. All I know about grammar is its power."

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E.L. Doctorow:
"Good writing is supposed to evoke sensation in the reader - not the fact that it is raining, but the feeling of being rained upon."

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Agnes De Mille (b.1906)
"The manuscript consisted of letter paper, wrapping paper, programs, envelopes, paper napkins--in short, whatever would take the imprint of a pencil. A great deal of it was written with a child crawling around my neck or being sick in my lap, and I dare say this may account for certain aspects of its style."

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Allan W. Eckert
"If you would be a writer, first be a reader. Only through the assimilation of ideas, thoughts and philosophies can one begin to focus his own ideas, thoughts and philosophies."

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David Eddings
"Start early and work hard. A writer's apprenticeship usually involves writing a million words (which are then discarded) before he's almost ready to begin. That takes a while."

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Stanley Ellin:
"No one put a gun to your head and ordered you to become a writer. One writes out of his own choice and must be prepared to take the rough spots along the road with a certain equanimity, though allowed some grinding of the teeth."

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William Faulkner:
"Read, read, read. Read everything--trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the most. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it is good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out the window."

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Sigmund Freud:
"Writers write for fame, wealth, power and the love of women."

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Roberta Gellis:
"Dreaming and hoping won't produce a piece of work; only writing, rewriting and rewriting (if necessary) -- a devoted translation of thoughts and dreams into words on paper -- will result in a story."

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Allen Ginsberg, poet:
"Many writers have preconceived ideas about what literature is supposed to be, and their ideas seem to exclude that which makes them most charming in private conversation."

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Theresa Grant:
"By making writing a part of your daily routine -- just like brushing your teeth -- you'll discipline yourself to work as a writer instead of a hobbyist who only writes when there's some fun to be had."

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Nathaniel Hawthorne:
"The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's family and friends; and lastly, the solid cash."

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Andrew Holleran (b.1944), American novelist
"The demonic paradox of writing: when you put something down that happened, people often don't believe it; whereas you can make up anything, and people assume it must have happened to you."

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Maureen Howard: "It was unavoidable, my writing. I feel I had no choice in the matter, no more than I had about an unfortunate bone structure and a healthy head of hair."

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Maureen Howard (b.1930)
"I like density, not volume. I like to leave something to the imagination. The reader must fit the pieces together, with the author's discreet help."

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John Irving:
"Half my life is an act of revision."

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Henry James:
"The deepest quality of a work of art will always be the quality of the mind of the producer....No good novel will ever proceed from a superficial mind."

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Barbara Kingsolver
"There is no perfect time to write. There's only now."

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Barbara Kingsolver
"Close the door. Write with no one looking over your shoulder. Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It's the one and only thing you have to offer."

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Barbara Kingsolver
"This manuscript of yours that has just come back from another editor is a precious package. Don't consider it rejected. Consider that you've addressed it 'to the editor who can appreciate my work' and it has simply come back stamped 'Not at this address'. Just keep looking for the right address."

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Louis L'Amour
"I took a number of stories by popular writers as well as others by Maupassant, O. Henry, Stevenson, etc., and studied them carefully. Modifying what I learned over the next few years, I began to sell."

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Michelle Landsberg
"A common complaint is that children's books, especially high-quality picture-books, cost so much. All I can say is that they cost less than a dinner out or a new pair of jeans. The books I read as a child transformed me, gave meaning and perspective to my experiences and helped to mould whatever imaginative, intellectual or creative strengths I can lay claim to now. No doll or game had that impact on me, no pair of jeans ever changed my life."

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C.S. Lewis
"No book is really worth reading at the age of ten which is not equally (and often far more) worth reading at the age of fifty and beyond."

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Steve Martini
"If the writer has a masterpiece within, he had better save it on paper. Otherwise, none of us will ever miss it."

* * *

William Somerset Maugham:
"To write simply is as difficult as to be good."

* * *

Guy De Maupassant:
"Whether we are describing a king, an assassin, a thief, an honest man, a prostitute, a nun, a young girl, or a stallholder in a market, it is always ourselves that we are describing."

* * *

Gregory Mcdonald:
"Writing is not a profession, occupation or job; it is not a way of life: it is a comprehensive response to life."

* * *

Christopher Morley:
"The most valuable writing habit I have is not to answer questions about my writing habits."

* * *

Wright Morris (b.1910)
"Writing has made me rich--not in money but in a couple hundred characters out there, whose pursuits and anguish and triumphs I've shared. I am unspeakably grateful at the life I have come to lead."

* * *

David "Pasha" Morrow:
"Rules are a point to build a story around. They are a plain, solid, square foundation. If you stick to that foundation, you get a solid, plain, square building. Nothing wrong with it, but nothing notable either. To make an interesting building, you've got to go beyond that foundation, ignoring it as much as you can without having the building fall apart. The bending of the rules until the story is ready to crumble is what makes a good story-- interesting, intriguing, and plausible, but almost ready to burst."

* * *

Rheal Nadeau
"Don't sell yourself short; dare to dream. You might sell to a top market before you ever sell to a non-paying market - you won't know unless you try. In the same way, it's good to be cooperative, but don't be too humble either."

* * *

Richard North Patterson
"Write what you care about and understand. Writers should never try to outguess the marketplace in search of a salable idea; the simple truth is that all good books will eventually find a publisher if the writer tries hard enough, and a central secret to writing a good book is to write on that people like you will enjoy."

* * *

Richard North Patterson
"Writing is rewriting. A writer must learn to deepen characters, trim writing, intensify scenes. To fall in love with a first draft to the point where one cannot change it is to greatly enhance the prospects of never publishing."

* * *

Tam Mossman:
"Never save anything for your next book, because that possible creation may not be properly shaped to hold the thoughts you're working with today. In fiction especially, anything that could happen, should happen."

* * *

Niyi Osundare, poet:
"One hasn't become a writer until one has distilled writing into a habit, and that habit has been forced into an obsession. Writing has to be an obsession. It has to be something as organic, physiological and psychological as speaking or sleeping or eating."

* * *

Terry Pratchett:
"Writing is the most fun you can have by yourself."

* * *

Richard Reeves
"Writing energy is like anything else: The more you put in, the more you get out."

* * *

John Saul (b. 1942)
"When I start a book, I always think it's patently absurd that I can write one. No one, certainly not me, can write a book 500 pages long. But I know I can write 15 pages, and if I write 15 pages every day, eventually I will have 500 of them."

* * *

George Sand
"The trade of authorship is a violent and indestructible obsession."

* * *

Isaac Bashevis Singer
"When I was a young boy, they called me a liar. Now that I'm all grown up, they call me a writer."

* * *

Red Smith, New York Times sportswriter
"Writing is easy. You just sit down at the typewriter and open a vein."

* * *

Aleksander Isayevich Solzhenitsyn:
"There is no point asserting and reasserting what the heart cannot believe."

* * *

John Steinbeck
"The profession of book-writing makes horse racing seem like a solid, stable business."

* * *

Gloria Steinem
"Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don't feel I should be doing something else."

* * *

Kurt Vonnegut
"When I used to teach creative writing, I would tell the students to make their characters want something right away even if it's only a glass of water. Characters paralyzed by the meaninglessness of modern life still have to drink water from time to time."

* * *

Mary Heaton Vorse:
"The art of writing is the art of applying the seat of the pants to the seat of the chair."

* * *

H.G. Wells:
"I write as straight as I can, just as I walk as straight as I can, because that is the best way to get there."

* * *

Phyllis A. Whitney:
"You must want to enough. Enough to take all the rejections, enough to pay the price of disappointment and discouragement while you are learning. Like any other artist you must learn your craft -- then you can add all the genius you like."

* * *

Marianne Williamson
"Only write from your own passion, your own truth. That's the only thing you really know about, and anything else leads you away from the pulse."

* * *

Thomas Wolfe (1900-1938)
"What I had to face, the very bitter lesson that everyone who wants to write has got to learn, was that a thing may in itself be the finest piece of writing one has ever done, and yet have absolutely no place in the manuscript one hopes to publish."

* * *

* * *

It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again; but who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his space shall never be one with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat. - Theodore Roosevelt

* * *

The public is the only critic whose opinion is worth anything at all. - Mark Twain

* * *

Pay no attention to what the critics say; there has never been set up a statue in honor of a critic. Jean Sibelius

* * *

Critics are like eunuchs in a harem: they know how it's done, they've seen it done every day, but they're unable to do it themselves. - Brendan Francis Behan

* * *

Asking a working writer what he feels about critics is like asking a lamp-post what it feels about dogs. - John Osborne It's those damn critics again. - Irwin Shaw

* * *

There's an enormous difference between being a critic and a reviewer. The reviewer reacts to the experience of that book. - Christopher Lehmann-Haupt

* * *

I am forced to say that I have many fiercer critics than myself. - Irwin Shaw

* * *

By and large, the critics and readers gave me an affirmed sense of my identity as a writer. You might know this within yourself, but to have it affirmed by others is of utmost importance. Writing is, after all, a form of communication. - Ralph Ellison

* * *

Abraham Lincoln, in a book review "People who like this sort of thing will find this the sort of thing they like."

* * *

Arthur Evans -- "Nothing, not love, not greed, not passion or hatred, is stronger than a writer's need to change another writer's copy."

* * *

Carl Sagan -- "All of the books in the world contain no more information than is broadcast as video in a single large American city in a single year. Not all bits have equal value."

* * *

Cicero -- "Anyone who has got a book collection/library and a garden wants for nothing."

* * *

Cicero -- "Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a book."

* * *

Clarissa Pinkola Estes -- "To create one must be able to respond. Creativity is the ability to respond to all that goes on around us, to choose from the hundreds of possibilities of though, feeling, action, and reaction and to put these together in a unique response, expression or message that carries moment, passion and meaning. In this sense, loss of our creative milieu means finding ourselves limited to only one choice, divested of, suppressing, or censoring feelings and thoughts, not acting, not saying, doing, or being."

* * *

Cyril Connolly -- "Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self."

* * *

Dame Rose Macaulay -- "It was a book to kill time for those who like it better dead."

* * *

Dorothy Parker -- "This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force."

* * *

Erica Jong -- "Everyone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark places where it leads.."

* * *

Frank Zappa -- "Rock journalism is people who can't write interviewing people who can't talk for people who can't read."

* * *

Fred Brooks, Jr. -- "...when fits of creativity run strong, more than one programmer or writer has been known to abandon the desktop for the more spacious floor."

* * *

G. K. Chesterton (1874-1936) -- "A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author."

* * *

Groucho Marx -- "From the moment I picked up your book until I laid it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it."

* * *

Groucho Marx -- "Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read."

* * *

Groucho Marx, 1890-1977 -- "I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book."

* * *

H. L. Mencken -- "If today you can take a thing like evolution and make it a crime to teach in the public schools, tomorrow you can make it a crime to teach it in the private schools and next year you can make it a crime to teach it to the hustings or in the church. At the next session you may ban books and the newspapers... Ignorance and fanaticism are ever busy and need feeding. Always feeding and gloating for more. Today it is the public school teachers; tomorrow the private. The next day the preachers and the lecturers, the magazines, the books, the newspapers. After a while, Your Honor, it is the setting of man against man and creed against creed until with flying banners and beating drums we are marching backward to the glorious ages of the sixteenth centry when bigots lighted fagots to burn the men who dared to bring any intelligence and enlightenment and culture to the human mind." -- Clarence Darrow, at the Scopes Monkey Trial "The net effect of Clarence Darrow's great speech yesterday seemed to be precisely the same as if he had bawled it up a rainspout in the interior of Afghanistan."

* * *

Harry Eagar, reviewing "Beyond the Quantum" by Michael Talbot -- "The book is worth attention for only two reasons: (1) it attacks attempts to expose sham paranormal studies; and (2) it is very well and plausibly written and so rather harder to dismiss or refute by simple jeering."

* * *

J. R. Pierce, "Symbols, Signals, and Noise" [On randomly generated sentences.] -- "I think that it is hard to read such material without amusement. I feel a little admiration as well. I would never write, 'It happened one frosty look of trees waving gracefully against the wall.' I almost wish I could. Poor poets endlessly rhyme love with dove, and they are constrained by their highly trained mediocrity never to write a good line. In some sense, a stochastic process can do better; it at least has a chance."

* * *

Jeff G. Bone -- "I think for the most part that the readership here uses the c-word in a similar fashion. I don't think anybody really believes in a new, revolution- ary literature --- I think they use 'cyberpunk' as a term of convenience to discuss the common stylistic elements in a small subset of recent sf books."

* * *

Kurt Vonnegut -- "Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae."

* * *

Lord Brabazon -- "I take the view, and always have, that if you cannot say what you are going to say in twenty minutes you ought to go away and write a book about it."

* * *

Mark Twain (1835-1910) -- "Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint."

* * *

Mark Twain (1835-1910) -- "Just the omission of Jane Austen's books alone would make a fairly good library out of a library that hadn't a book in it."

* * *

Mark Twain -- "I didn't have time to write a short letter, so I wrote a long one instead."

* * *

Mark Twain -- "The man who doesn't read good books has no advantage over the man who can't read them."

* * *

Mordecai Richler -- "Going Home Again" "For the record, pot, like the _Reader's Digest_, is not necessarily habit- forming, but both can lead to hard-core addiction: heroin, in one case, abridged bad books in the other. Either way you look at it, a withdrawal from a meaninful life."

* * *

Moses Hadas (1900-1966) in a book review -- "This book fills a much-needed gap."

* * *

Moses Hadas (1900-1966) in a letter -- "Thank you for sending me a copy of your book. I'll waste no time reading it."

* * *

Orson Scott Card, Science Fiction author -- "Satanic Verses is a despicable book that could not have been written by a person who wished to behave decently and responsibly."

* * *

Oscar Wilde -- "There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written or badly written."

* * *

Paul McCartney -- "Somebody said to me, 'But the Beatles were antimaterialistic.' That's a huge myth. John and I literally used to sit down and say 'Now, let's write a swimming pool'."

* * *

Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies."

* * *

Rick Kleiner -- "...and before I knew what I was doing, I had kicked the typewriter and threw it around the room and made it beg for mercy. At this point the typewriter pleaded for me to dress him in feminine attire but instead I pressed his margin release over and over again until the typewriter lost consciousness. Presently, I regained consciousness and realized with shame what I had done. My shame is gone and now I am looking for a submissive typewriter, any color, or model. No electric typewriters please!"

* * *

Robert M. Hamilton -- "A book of quotations . . . can never be complete."

* * *

Ronald Reagan -- "Politics is not a bad profession. If you succeed there are many rewards, if you disgrace yourself you can always write a book."

* * *

Roy Blount, Jr. -- "The last time somebody said, 'I find I can write much better with a word processor.', I replied, 'They used to say the same thing about drugs.'

* * *

Russel Lynes -- "Every journalist has a novel in him, which is an excellent place for it."

* * *

Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses -- "A book is the product of a contract with the Devil that inverts the Faustian contract, he'd told Allie. Dr Faustus sacrificed eternity in return for two dozen years of power; the writer agrees to the ruination of his life, and gains (but only if he's lucky) maybe not eternity, but posterity, at least. Either way (this was Jumpy's point) it's the Devil who wins."

* * *

Samuel Goldwyn -- "I don't think anyone should write their autobiography until after they're dead."

* * *

Samuel Johnson -- "What is written without effort is read without pleasure"

* * *

Sir Henry Wotton, "Reliquae Wottonianae" -- "An ambassador is a man of virtue sent to lie abroad for his country; a news-writer is a man without virtue who lies at home for himself."

* * *

Solomon Short -- "I'm all in favor of keeping dangerous weapons out of the hands of fools. Let's start with typewriters."

* * *

Rita Mae Brown -- "A deadline is negative inspiration. Still, it's better than no inspiration at all."

* * *

Rita Mae Brown -- "I don't expect executives to be creative but I do expect them to have courage."

* * *

Steven Wright -- "I wrote a few children's books... not on purpose."

* * *

Steven Wright -- "I'm writing a book. I've got the page numbers done."

* * *

Steven Wright -- "My girlfriend does her nails with white-out. When she's asleep, I go over there and write misspelled words on them."

* * *

Thomas Berger -- "Why do writers write? Because it isn't there."

* * *

Thomas S. Thomas -- "Talk is cheap. Poetry economical"

* * *

Umberto Eco on why he wrote the novel "The Name of the Rose." -- "I felt like poisoning a monk."

* * *

Virginia Woolf -- "I read the book of Job last night - I don't think God comes out well in it."

* * *

Winston Churchill (1874-1965) -- "History will be kind to me for I intend to write it."

* * *

Winston Churchill (1874-1965) -- "It's a good thing for an uneducated man to read books of quotations."

* * *

Woody Allen -- "How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter?"

* * *

Stephen Pile -- Success is overrated and Man's real genius lies in quite the opposite direction. Being really bad at something requires skill, panache and utter individualism. Submitted by Martin Woods

* * *

Robert Louis Stevenson-- Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.

* * *

A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.
Anais Nin

Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
Anais Nin

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Anais Nin

Dreams are necessary to life.
Anais Nin

Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.
Anais Nin

Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.
Anais Nin

Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
Anais Nin

Good things happen to those who hustle.
Anais Nin

He does not need opium. He has the gift of reverie.
Anais Nin

How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.
Anais Nin

I know why familles were created, with all their imperfections. They humanize you. They are made to make you forget yourself occasionally, so that the beautiful balance of life is not destroyed.
Anais Nin

I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
Anais Nin

I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.
Anais Nin

I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.
Anais Nin

I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
Anais Nin

If all of us acted in unison as I act individually there would be no wars and no poverty. I have made myself personally responsible for the fate of every human being who has come my way.
Anais Nin

If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.
Anais Nin

It's all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all.
Anais Nin

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
Anais Nin

Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.
Anais Nin

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
Anais Nin

Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.
Anais Nin

My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.
Anais Nin

Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.
Anais Nin

People living deeply have no fear of death.
Anais Nin

The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.
Anais Nin

The human father has to be confronted and recognized as human, as man who created a child and then, by his absence, left the child fatherless and then Godless.
Anais Nin

The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.
Anais Nin

The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.
Anais Nin

The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
Anais Nin

The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.
Anais Nin

There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.
Anais Nin

There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.
Anais Nin

There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Anais Nin

There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.
Anais Nin

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
Anais Nin

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.
Anais Nin

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
Anais Nin

What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?
Anais Nin

When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.
Anais Nin

When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.
Anais Nin

Dont squat with your spurs on.

* * *

"Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, I hear them all at once. What a delight this is! All this inventing, this producing, takes place in a pleasing, lively dream." -Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

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2008-04-04T08:21:00.000-04:00

"Preceded by itself in quote marks yields a full sentence" preceded by itself in quote marks yields a full sentence. --Douglas Hofstadter

2008-04-03T18:08:00.001-04:00

SUICIDAL SOBRIETY

Strolling Boulevards
Dog weapons peeking out of your shirt cuffs

The Light Box, the Prestige Ashtray

Nerdy Jet

quislingism: Act of cooperating traitorously with an enemy

Sara was smart, subtle, the kind of girl who yelled out for daddy when she came.

chicory's only a weed til the coffee runs low

Intercourse and bird in hand and paradise and fuckberg

Old Light, Rotten Light

Bathetic.

It's so much more than you. It's me.

Flipflopsic Botoxic

Johnny Hyland

Moccasins And Awkward Feathers
Watersinner
Fundless
Iron Tracks
Worthy Poor
The Medicine Lodge Treaty - Summer 1867
From the Platte To The Yellowstone
Winter Sundogs
Papery Old Indian Butterfly Creature
One you kill for meat and robes, the other you kill for shields.
Shields?

It involved this overpowering feeling that came over me of everything being one. It was cool at first, certain of my friends were merging with other friends and I saw that it was the same light shining through them. Then folks began to merge more and more quickly-- so & so with so & so and he with she and suddenly everybody I knew was being revealed to share the same soul. So it got kind of scary, and I began to feel kind of lonely . . . I remember asking God to 'at least keep my wife separate' . . . but no, swwoooooop -- she was sucked up into this collective soul as well. . . . Finally it was just me and God, and, feeling fairly overwhelmed with emotion, I said as much. I said, "Well God, I guess it's just you and me." And for the only time in my life God spoke to me directly. I heard His voice:

He said, "Actually, it's only me."

ANHEDONIC - can't experience pleasure

Come Helling

dipsomania -An intense persistent desire to drink alcoholic beverages to excess

Faulkner taught me that my muse looks not into the future but into the past

Wintercounts (years, moons?)
Many Moons

Oh HO, mister Jack Benny Goodman . . .

Flaming Wagon Wheel
Brake & Alignment Service

Drunken Sailor

Mowing Service

*·-..-·*·¤·*©*·¤·*·-..-·*

This fog is so thick I can't see my own cataracts

2008-04-03T18:05:00.001-04:00

A Dog's Diary

7am - Oh Boy! Breakfast! My favorite!
9am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
10am - Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite!
11am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
Noon - Oh Boy! A nap! My favorite!
1pm - Oh Boy! The yard! My favorite!
3pm - Oh Boy! A treat! My favorite!
4pm - Oh Boy! Dinner! My favorite!
5pm - Oh Boy! Grandma! My favorite!
7pm - Oh Boy! Playing with my toy! My favorite!
9pm - Oh Boy! Sleeping in Daddy's bed! My favorite!

2008-04-03T18:04:00.001-04:00

a movie starts with its status quo, hits an inciting incident; its protagonist forms a plan of action at plot point one, hits the high or low of his story at the midpoint, renews his efforts at plot point two, and earns his reward, or tragedy, in the conclusion.

thus neatly defining the three vital parts of a climax: physical (do something hard),
intellectual (do something smart)
and emotional (change as a person)

2008-04-03T18:03:00.000-04:00

Better trust all and be deceived,
and weep
that trust and that
deceiving

Than doubt one heart that, if believed,
had blessed
one's life with true
believing

Frances A. Kemble

2008-04-03T17:15:00.001-04:00

The Billion Year Old Carbonites
Feedbag & The Blinders
Jammy Needlehurtz & The Ouchies
Newcastle Nancy & The Baldy-Lards

Pick a pack of Cheerios
Pick a pack of Kix
Pick a pack of Trix
Pick a pack of Jets
And Wheaties too
they're all wrapped up for you
in the Betty Crocker Pick-A-Pack Package!

* * * * *

A psychopomp is a shaman who waits with and comforts the soul of a person who is dying and guides them across at the moment of death.

Santa's in the manger
eye contact makes me horny
hugs make me cry

It wakes me sad . . .
Gratuitous Grace and the Drunk Uncles

2008-04-03T12:15:00.001-04:00

Honor Bright

desire of gain and fear of loss burn like fire
ideas of right and wrong shoot up like a phalanx

When a man's mind is tuned to satori, it stumbles over one everywhere

2008-03-27T11:48:00.000-04:00

There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein. ~Walter Wellesley "Red" Smith

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. ~Ray Bradbury

So often is the virgin sheet of paper more real than what one has to say, and so often one regrets having marred it. ~Harold Acton, Memoirs of an Aesthete, 1948

The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. ~Anaïs Nin

Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. ~E.L. Doctorow

A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket. ~Charles Peguy

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. ~Sylvia Plath

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all. ~Richard Wright, American Hunger, 1977

I try to leave out the parts that people skip. ~Elmore Leonard

If there's a book you really want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it. ~Toni Morrison

What I like in a good author is not what he says, but what he whispers. ~Logan Pearsall Smith, "All Trivia," Afterthoughts, 1931

The act of putting pen to paper encourages pause for thought, this in turn makes us think more deeply about life, which helps us regain our equilibrium. ~Norbet Platt

It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop. ~Vita Sackville-West

Writing became such a process of discovery that I couldn't wait to get to work in the morning: I wanted to know what I was going to say. ~Sharon O'Brien

Substitute "damn" every time you're inclined to write "very;" your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be. ~Mark Twain

I'm not a very good writer, but I'm an excellent rewriter. ~James Michener

The time to begin writing an article is when you have finished it to your satisfaction. By that time you begin to clearly and logically perceive what it is you really want to say. ~Mark Twain

The wastebasket is a writer's best friend. ~Isaac Bashevis Singer

Don't be too harsh to these poems until they're typed. I always think typescript lends some sort of certainty: at least, if the things are bad then, they appear to be bad with conviction. ~Dylan Thomas, letter to Vernon Watkins, March 1938

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~William Wordsworth

The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. ~Anton Chekhov

Easy reading is damn hard writing. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne

Ink and paper are sometimes passionate lovers, oftentimes brother and sister, and occasionally mortal enemies. ~Emme Woodhull-Bäche

Metaphors have a way of holding the most truth in the least space. ~Orson Scott Card

A metaphor is like a simile. ~Author Unknown

The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug. ~Mark Twain

The story I am writing exists, written in absolutely perfect fashion, some place, in the air. All I must do is find it, and copy it. ~Jules Renard, "Diary," February 1895

Proofread carefully to see if you any words out. ~Author Unknown

A writer is someone who can make a riddle out of an answer. ~Karl Kraus

A prose writer gets tired of writing prose, and wants to be a poet. So he begins every line with a capital letter, and keeps on writing prose. ~Samuel McChord Crothers, "Every Man's Natural Desire to Be Somebody Else," The Dame School of Experience, 1920

When once the itch of literature comes over a man, nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen. But if you have not a pen, I suppose you must scratch any way you can. ~Samuel Lover, Handy Andy, 1842

I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions. ~James Michener

If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn't brood. I'd type a little faster. ~Isaac Asimov

I love being a writer. What I can't stand is the paperwork. ~Peter De Vries

Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne

A critic can only review the book he has read, not the one which the writer wrote. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960

Writing, I think, is not apart from living. Writing is a kind of double living. The writer experiences everything twice. Once in reality and once in that mirror which waits always before or behind. ~Catherine Drinker Bowen, Atlantic, December 1957

To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music the words make. ~Truman Capote, McCall's, November 1967

A writer and nothing else: a man alone in a room with the English language, trying to get human feelings right. ~John K. Hutchens, New York Herald Tribune, 10 September 1961

I am returning this otherwise good typing paper to you because someone has printed gibberish all over it and put your name at the top. ~English Professor (Name Unknown), Ohio University

Storytelling reveals meaning without committing the error of defining it. ~Hannah Arendt

It seems to me that the problem with diaries, and the reason that most of them are so boring, is that every day we vacillate between examining our hangnails and speculating on cosmic order. ~Ann Beattie, Picturing Will, 1989

For me, a page of good prose is where one hears the rain [and] the noise of battle. ~John Cheever

Do not put statements in the negative form.
And don't start sentences with a conjunction.
If you reread your work, you will find on rereading that a
great deal of repetition can be avoided by rereading and editing.
Never use a long word when a diminutive one will do.
Unqualified superlatives are the worst of all.
De-accession euphemisms.
If any word is improper at the end of a sentence, a linking verb is.
Avoid trendy locutions that sound flaky.
Last, but not least, avoid cliches like the plague.
~William Safire, "Great Rules of Writing"

No one means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous. ~Henry Brooks Adams, The Education of Henry Adams, 1907

Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead. ~Gene Fowler

Write down the thoughts of the moment. Those that come unsought for are commonly the most valuable. ~Francis Bacon

The expression "to write something down" suggests a descent of thought to the fingers whose movements immediately falsify it. ~William Gass, "Habitations of the Word," Kenyon Review, October 1984

Be obscure clearly. ~E.B. White

Everywhere I go I'm asked if I think the university stifles writers. My opinion is that they don't stifle enough of them. There's many a bestseller that could have been prevented by a good teacher. ~Flannery O'Connor

Being an author is like being in charge of your own personal insane asylum. ~Graycie Harmon

It seems to me that those songs that have been any good, I have nothing much to do with the writing of them. The words have just crawled down my sleeve and come out on the page. ~Joan Baez

When a man is in doubt about this or that in his writing, it will often guide him if he asks himself how it will tell a hundred years hence. ~Samuel Butler

Ink on paper is as beautiful to me as flowers on the mountains; God composes, why shouldn't we? ~Audra Foveo-Alba

Every great writer is a writer of history, let him treat on almost any subject he may. ~Walter Savage Landor, Imaginary Conversation: Diogenes and Plato

Let me walk through the fields of paper
touching with my wand
dry stems and stunted
butterflies....
~Denise Levertov, "A Walk through the Notebooks"

When we see a natural style we are quite amazed and delighted, because we expected to see an author and find a man. ~Blaise Pascal, Pensées, 1670

Every writer I know has trouble writing. ~Joseph Heller

Writer's block is a disease for which there is no cure, only respite. ~Laurie Wordholt

A synonym is a word you use when you can't spell the other one. ~Baltasar Gracián

When something can be read without effort, great effort has gone into its writing. ~Enrique Jardiel Poncela

I asked Ring Lardner the other day how he writes his short stories, and he said he wrote a few widely separated words or phrases on a piece of paper and then went back and filled in the spaces. ~Harold Ross

When you are describing,
A shape, or sound, or tint;
Don't state the matter plainly,
But put it in a hint;
And learn to look at all things,
With a sort of mental squint.
~Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (Lewis Carroll)

Writing comes more easily if you have something to say. ~Sholem Asch

The only cure for writer's block is insomnia. ~Merit Antares

The ablest writer is only a gardener first, and then a cook: his tasks are, carefully to select and cultivate his strongest and most nutritive thoughts; and when they are ripe, to dress them, wholesomely, and yet so that they may have a relish. ~Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles Hare, Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers, 1827

If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. ~Lord Byron

I'd rather be caught holding up a bank than stealing so much as a two-word phrase from another writer. ~Jack Smith

An incurable itch for scribbling takes possession of many, and grows inveterate in their insane breasts. ~Juvenal, Satires

Writing is a struggle against silence. ~Carlos Fuentes

The process of writing has something infinite about it. Even though it is interrupted each night, it is one single notation. ~Elias Canetti

All my best thoughts were stolen by the ancients. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Every creator painfully experiences the chasm between his inner vision and its ultimate expression. The chasm is never completely bridged. We all have the conviction, perhaps illusory, that we have much more to say than appears on the paper. ~Isaac Bashevis Singer

One hates an author that's all author. ~George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Beppo"

What no wife of a writer can ever understand is that a writer is working when he's staring out of the window. ~Burton Rascoe

The best time for planning a book is while you're doing the dishes. ~Agatha Christie

An old racetrack joke reminds you that your program contains all the winners' names. I stare at my typewriter keys with the same thought. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960

Every word born of an inner necessity - writing must never be anything else. ~Etty Hillesum, quoted in Ten Fun Things to Do Before You Die by Karol Jackowski

A writer's mind seems to be situated partly in the solar plexus and partly in the head. ~Ethel Wilson

Publication - is the auction of the Mind of Man. ~Emily Dickinson

If you want to get rich from writing, write the sort of thing that's read by persons who move their lips when they're reading to themselves. ~Don Marquis

There are men that will make you books, and turn them loose into the world, with as much dispatch as they would do a dish of fritters. ~Miguel de Cervantes

Writers are not just people who sit down and write. They hazard themselves. Every time you compose a book your composition of yourself is at stake. ~E.L. Doctorow

The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite and builds a road into Chaos and old Night, and is followed by those who hear him with something of wild, creative delight. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

A perfectly healthy sentence, it is true, is extremely rare. For the most part we miss the hue and fragrance of the thought; as if we could be satisfied with the dews of the morning or evening without their colors, or the heavens without their azure. ~Henry David Thoreau

You write to communicate to the hearts and minds of others what's burning inside you. And we edit to let the fire show through the smoke. ~Arthur Polotnik

An editor is someone who separates the wheat from the chaff and then prints the chaff. ~Adlai Stevenson, as quoted in You Said a Mouthful edited by Ronald D. Fuchs

Most editors are failed writers - but so are most writers. ~T.S. Eliot

What would there be in a story of happiness? Only what prepares it, only what destroys it can be told. ~André Gide

Authors and lovers always suffer some infatuation, from which only absence can set them free. ~Samuel Johnson

Pen names are masks that allow us to unmask ourselves. ~C. Astrid Weber

A good style should show no signs of effort. What is written should seem a happy accident. ~W. Somerset Maugham, Summing Up, 1938

They lard their lean books with the fat of others' works. ~Robert Burton, Anatomy of Melancholy, 1621

My language is the common prostitute that I turn into a virgin. ~Karl Kraus

As to the adjective, when in doubt, strike it out. ~Mark Twain, Pudd'nhead Wilson, 1894

As for my next book, I am going to hold myself from writing it till I have it impending in me: grown heavy in my mind like a ripe pear; pendant, gravid, asking to be cut or it will fall. ~Virginia Woolf

I think it's bad to talk about one's present work, for it spoils something at the root of the creative act. It discharges the tension. ~Norman Mailer

To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all. ~Lord Byron

If I'm trying to sleep, the ideas won't stop. If I'm trying to write, there appears a barren nothingness. ~Carrie Latet

Words are but the vague shadows of the volumes we mean. Little audible links, they are, chaining together great inaudible feelings and purposes. ~Theodore Dreiser, 1900

It is the little writer rather than the great writer who seems never to quote, and the reason is that he is never really doing anything else. ~Havelock Ellis

The coroner will find ink in my veins and blood on my typewriter keys. ~C. Astrid Weber

Many books require no thought from those who read them, and for a very simple reason. They made no such demand upon those who wrote them. ~Charles Caleb Colton

Your manuscript is both good and original; but the part that is good is not original, and the part that is original is not good. ~Author Unknown, commonly misattributed to Samuel Johnson (*) (Thank you, Frank Lynch.)

How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live. ~Henry David Thoreau, Journal, 19 August 1851

I am a man, and alive.... For this reason I am a novelist. And being a novelist, I consider myself superior to the saint, the scientist, the philosopher, and the poet, who are all great masters of different bits of man alive, but never get the whole hog. ~D.H. Lawrence, preface to Shestov, All Things Are Possible, 1938

Write your first draft with your heart. Re-write with your head. ~From the movie Finding Forrester

It is impossible to discourage the real writers - they don't give a damn what you say, they're going to write. ~Sinclair Lewis

Dancing in all its forms cannot be excluded from the curriculum of all noble education; dancing with the feet, with ideas, with words, and, need I add that one must also be able to dance with the pen? ~Friedrich Nietzsche

Writing is both mask and unveiling. ~E.B. White

Let's hope the institution of marriage survives its detractors, for without it there would be no more adultery and without adultery two thirds of our novelists would stand in line for unemployment checks. ~Peter S. Prescott

It's not plagiarism - I'm recycling words, as any good environmentally conscious writer would do. ~Uniek Swain

True Ease in Writing comes from Art, not Chance,
As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
~Alexander Pope, "An Essay on Criticism"

Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself. ~Franz Kafka

An author in his book must be like God in the universe, present everywhere and visible nowhere. ~Gustave Flaubert

If I fall asleep with a pen in my hand, don't remove it - I might be writing in my dreams. ~Danzae Pace

There's only one person who needs a glass of water oftener than a small child tucked in for the night, and that's a writer sitting down to write. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966

One ought only to write when one leaves a piece of one's own flesh in the inkpot, each time one dips one's pen. ~Leo Tolstoy

A man will turn over half a library to make one book. ~Samuel Johnson

What things there are to write, if one could only write them! My mind is full of gleaming thought; gay moods and mysterious, moth-like meditations hover in my imagination, fanning their painted wings. But always the rarest, those streaked with azure and the deepest crimson, flutter away beyond my reach. ~Logan Pearsall Smith

No author dislikes to be edited as much as he dislikes not to be published. ~Russell Lynes

A story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end... but not necessarily in that order. ~Jean Luc Godard

Loafing is the most productive part of a writer's life. ~James Norman Hall

Whatever an author puts between the two covers of his book is public property; whatever of himself he does not put there is his private property, as much as if he had never written a word. ~Gail Hamilton

Sleep on your writing; take a walk over it; scrutinize it of a morning; review it of an afternoon; digest it after a meal; let it sleep in your drawer a twelvemonth; never venture a whisper about it to your friend, if he be an author especially. ~A. Bronson Alcott

The artist's only responsibility is his art. He will be completely ruthless if he is a good one.... If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate: The "Ode on a Grecian Urn" is worth any number of old ladies. ~Faulkner, quoted in M. Cowley, Writers at Work, 1958

A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people. ~Thomas Mann, Essays of Three Decades, 1947

The reason why many people are so fond of using superlatives, is, they are so positive that the poor positive is not half positive enough for them. ~Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles Hare, Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers, 1827

Sit down, and put down everything that comes into your head and then you're a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff's worth, without pity, and destroy most of it. ~Colette, Casual Chance, 1964

Writing is a way of talking without being interrupted. ~Jules Renard, Journal, 10 April 1895

The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies. ~Ray Bradbury

Being an author is having angels whisper in your ear - and devils, too. ~Graycie Harmon

Authorship is exhibitionism, and readers a species of voyeur. ~Carrie Latet

Without a pen I feel naked, but it's writing that is my exhibitionism. ~Carrie Latet

Having imagination, it takes you an hour to write a paragraph that, if you were unimaginative, would take you only a minute. Or you might not write the paragraph at all. ~Franklin P. Adams, Half a Loaf, 1927

You could compile the worst book in the world entirely out of selected passages from the best writers in the world. ~G.K. Chesterton

The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes. ~André Gide, Journals, 1894

Life can't ever really defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer's lover until death - fascinating, cruel, lavish, warm, cold, treacherous, constant. ~Edna Ferber, A Kind of Magic, 1963

The writer writes in order to teach himself, to understand himself, to satisfy himself; the publishing of his ideas, though it brings gratification, is a curious anticlimax. ~Alfred Kazin, Think, February 1963

i never think at all when i write
nobody can do two things at the same time
and do them both well
~Don Marquis, Archy's Life of Mehitabel, 1933

Our passions shape our books; repose writes them in the intervals. ~Proust, The Past Recaptured, 1927

I keep little notepads all over the place to write down ideas as soon as they strike, but the ones that fill up the quickest are always the ones at my nightstand. ~Emily Logan Decens

I even shower with my pen, in case any ideas drip out of the waterhead. ~Graycie Harmon

Read over your compositions, and when you meet a passage which you think is particularly fine, strike it out. ~Samuel Johnson, "Recalling the Advice of a College Tutor," Boswell, Life of Johnson, 1791

A notepad by the bedside accounts for half the earnings of my livelihood. If it weren't for bedtime, half my novels would still be stuck at dock. -Ever Garrison

An original writer is not one who imitates nobody, but one whom nobody can imitate. ~Chateaubriand, Le Génie du Christianisme, 1802

Keep a diary and one day it'll keep you. ~Mae West

Imitation is the highest form of pissing me off. Quit stealing my content and violating my copyright. ~Jen T. Verbumessor

The good writing of any age has always been the product of someone's neurosis, and we'd have a mighty dull literature if all the writers that came along were a bunch of happy chuckleheads. ~William Styron, interview, Writers at Work, 1958

There is no royal path to good writing; and such paths as do exist do not lead through neat critical gardens, various as they are, but through the jungles of self, the world, and of craft. ~Jessamyn West, Saturday Review, 21 September 1957

I do not like to write - I like to have written. ~Gloria Steinem

Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand. ~George Orwell, "Why I Write," 1947 (Thanks, Jennifer)

One must be drenched in words, literally soaked in them, to have the right ones form themselves into the proper pattern at the right moment. ~Hart Crane

Writers are just people who have a whole lot on the inside that they need to get to the outside, with pen and paper as their preferred method of transport. Same with dancers, artists, and singers - all the same urges with differing transportation. ~Graycie Harmon

He that uses many words for the explaining any subject doth, like the cuttlefish, hide himself for the most part in his own ink. ~John Ray

Writing is a product of silence. ~Carrie Latet

A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author. ~G.K. Chesterton

Novelists... fashioning nets to sustain and support the reader as he falls helplessly through the chaos of his own existence. ~Fay Weldon

Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depth of your heart; confess to yourself you would have to die if you were forbidden to write. ~Rainer Maria Rilke

Books want to be born: I never make them. They come to me and insist on being written, and on being such and such. ~Samuel Butler

It took me fifteen years to discover I had no talent for writing, but I couldn't give it up because by that time I was too famous. ~Robert Benchley

No man should ever publish a book until he has first read it to a woman. ~Van Wyck Brooks

The most essential gift for a good writer is a built-in, shockproof shit detector. This is the writer's radar and all great writers have had it. ~Ernest Hemingway, interview in Paris Review, Spring 1958

The two most engaging powers of an author are to make new things familiar and familiar things new. ~Samuel Johnson

The best style is the style you don't notice. ~Somerset Maugham

There are thousands of thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up the pen and writes. ~William Makepeace Thackeray

I want to write books that unlock the traffic jam in everybody's head. ~John Updike

Drama, instead of telling us the whole of a man's life, must place him in such a situation, tie such a knot, that when it is untied, the whole man is visible. ~Leo Tolstoy

Every author in some way portrays himself in his works, even if it be against his will. ~Goethe

2008-03-27T10:53:00.000-04:00

What a difference a day-glo
In your little condo, quando
I shoot em out of the sky as they flurry by
they lie there a while
bleedin out their sutff
then theyre all dried up
chestnuts
or anvils
anvils of wisdom

use to try to fecth em home
but they'd be dead hulks
all dried up til i got there
shoostin the flurries, watchen im bleed

things are viewed differently when about to be taken interally

Find that wimmin & skelp her doup.

* * *

It might be your song, but it's our finger.
Sean went to Ireland, loves NYC.
Gary, an enigma wrapped in a morass.

It's not having what you want, it's wanting what you have.
:squints like walter brennan:

A TUNGBONER is a term used to describe the erection that occurs while performing cunnilingus, while a BONE TUNG is what the recipient yearns for after an extended session of clitoral stimulation

GARY'S DREAM
somebody calls local state cops
can you catch up with us and run blockage
black car with a green glow thing on it
85 mph westbound, flying through the night
hurtling down the sure kill expressway
bound for the city of brotherly love
and the state cops come out in cars and helicopters
heading westbound

The trouble with getting old is that you start to care what old farts think.
Even if you keep your edge, when you get old your edge gets crusty.
Remember that so you can take it out of context later.

a circular pan inspires futility
. . . like Ray Milland with the x ray eyes screaming after clawing out his own eyes:

"I can still see!"

An absolutely necessary part of a writer's equipment, almost as necessary as talent, is the ability to stand up under punishment, both the punishment the world hands out and the punishment he inflicts upon himself. - Irwin Shaw

Writing is a struggle between presence and absence. - Lu Ji

The task of a writer consists of being able to make something out of an idea. -Thomas Mann

Getting even is one reason for writing. - William Gass

Close the door. Write with _no one_ looking over your shoulder. Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It's the one and only thing you have to offer. - Barbara Kingsolver

Pay no attention to what the critics say; there has never been set up a statue in honor of a critic. Jean Sibelius

Critics are like eunuchs in a harem: they know how it's done, they've seen it done every day, but they're unable to do it themselves. - Brendan Francis Behan

Asking a working writer what he feels about critics is like asking a lamp-post what it feels about dogs. - John Osborne

It's those damn critics again. - Irwin Shaw

There's an enormous difference between being a critic and a reviewer. The reviewer reacts to the experience of that book. - Christopher Lehmann-Haupt

I am forced to say that I have many fiercer critics than myself. - Irwin Shaw

By and large, the critics and readers gave me an affirmed sense of my identity as a writer. You might know this within yourself, but to have it affirmed by others is of utmost importance. Writing is, after all, a form of communication. - Ralph Ellison

Abraham Lincoln, in a book review "People who like this sort of thing will find this the sort of thing they like."

The writer is always tricking the reader into listening to their dream. - Joan Didion

When I sit at my table to write, I never know what it's going to be until I'm under way. I trust in inspiration, which sometimes comes and sometimes doesn't. But I don't sit back waiting for it. I work every day. - Alberto Moravia

2/93/03 Last night I was doing some agonizing instead of sleeping, if you were a NASA official and you knew that a big hunk of ice or something had damaged the tiles and if you knew that the crew was doomed from the start . . . Would you tell 'em? And if so, why? If you were one of crew would you want to spend sixteen days knowing you were doomed? Would the knowledge impair your ability to conduct your work? Should there be a dock up there where tiles can be repaired? Should there always be an empty shuttle up there ready to roll in case yours gets damaged?

An absolutely necessary part of a writer's equipment, almost as necessary as talent, is the ability to stand up under punishment, both the punishment the world hands out and the punishment he inflicts upon himself. - Irwin Shaw

Writing is a struggle between presence and absence. - Lu Ji

The task of a writer consists of being able to make something out of an idea. -Thomas Mann

Getting even is one reason for writing. - William Gass

Close the door. Write with _no one_ looking over your shoulder. Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It's the one and only thing you have to offer. - Barbara Kingsolver

Pay no attention to what the critics say; there has never been set up a statue in honor of a critic. Jean Sibelius

Critics are like eunuchs in a harem: they know how it's done, they've seen it done every day, but they're unable to do it themselves. - Brendan Francis Behan

Asking a working writer what he feels about critics is like asking a lamp-post what it feels about dogs. - John Osborne

It's those damn critics again. - Irwin Shaw

There's an enormous difference between being a critic and a reviewer. The reviewer reacts to the experience of that book. - Christopher Lehmann-Haupt

I am forced to say that I have many fiercer critics than myself. - Irwin Shaw

By and large, the critics and readers gave me an affirmed sense of my identity as a writer. You might know this within yourself, but to have it affirmed by others is of utmost importance. Writing is, after all, a form of communication. - Ralph Ellison

Abraham Lincoln, in a book review "People who like this sort of thing will find this the sort of thing they like."

Writing, at its best, is a lonely life. Organizations for writers palliate the writer's loneliness, but I doubt if they improve his writing. He grows in public stature as he sheds his loneliness and often his work deteriorates. For he does his work alone and if he is a good enough writer he must face eternity, or the lack of it, each day. - Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961), U.S. author.

"If this family needs any head-holdin-up done, I'll tend to it myself" -- Will Varner

"A guy's gotta have a best friend." -- Wally Cleaver

I think of an author as somebody who goes into the marketplace and puts down his rug and says, "I will tell you a story," and then he passes the hat. - Robertson Davies (1913-1995), Canadian novelist, journalist.

Western culture is funny: A BOOBY fetish is normal, but high heels squashing kitties? No-o-o-o. The observation was initially envisioned as such: A BOOBY fetish is 'normal' yet we scoff at the long necks and big lips of other cultures. The coarse humor comes out more quickly. Zilla got mad plenty of times. But Zilla simmered down. Some folks think Crahl's endless boil is self-indulgent. Crahl don't see it as being self indulgent. He thinks of it as being pure. Self indulgence as purity. Now there's a convenient notion. Well, he's an Old Glory, ain't he. An 'endangered speeshee'. He holds great store in preserving what's left of his breed. Fuck him. We're all the last of our breeds. Maybe if he wernt so obsessed with purity his speeshee wouldn't be endangered.

DEEP CLEAVAGE AND STRONG SCOTCH Electronica guaranteed to get her in the mood

TOKEN WONDER:
it aint the meat it's the motion
size does matter

spice channel still scrambled
i thought they were boobies but i was looking at knees

Some of you guys already know where I stand, I've shot my mouth off on lots of these 'world affairs' threads and go read 'em if you want to know specifics. For those not inclined to do that here's the Cliff Note, courtesy of THX: "If you cut him he'll bleed red white and blue" and what may appear to y'all to be arrogance is simply a lack of patience to debate politics with those of you who think America is soon gonna drop a 'hydrogen bomb' because 'they've done it before'. That established, my beef with US policy is that the policy-makers have now had 30 years to lead the world in development of alternative energy sources, but NoOOOO, the oil companies STILL rule the roost. Big oil knows its time is running out, as soon as the oil's gone lots of wealthy folks will need to change careers, but regardless, those folks won't be satisfied until ALL the oil is gone. Not til then, (and until boxcars of immigrants begin to pour into your country instead of ours, and until we're the ONLY country with weapons of mass destruction), will the United States become "inward-thinking and isolationist" It's like the loggers down to the last acre of redwoods who scream how their kids will go hungry if they don't get to cut down that last acre. My country should be LEADING THE WORLD in developing cheap & clean fuel and the best it's been able to do since Jimmy Carter was ridiculed off the scene is elect Bill Clinton, (who saved a bunch of redwoods from the loggers). So if the US won't ever get it together, and apparently they won't, why don't some of you OTHER countries lead the world in the development of alternative energy? Save the world from us arrogant Oil Barons & our hydrogen bombs.

I often fall asleep to these endless musical ideas that sound wonderful and perfectly do-able but they disappear when I make any move to rouse myself from bed, much less fire up musical equipment or even bedside tape recorders. So I guess what I'd like to see (at an affordable price) is one of them direct-from-brain-to-midi or brainwave-to-synth interfaces I heard so much about in the 80s. :music: .

That voice saying 'Number Nine' was taken from a 'Royal Academy Of Music' examination tape. Though it sounds a lot like Ringo, it isn't..

I saw an in-game screenshot from DOOM III. It looked absolutely unhinged-- Fat demons with butcher aprons and chainsaws . . . Return to Wolfenstein looks amazing on my buddy's computer with the 128 meg video card .

I have somewhere a paperback from the early to mid seventies called 'Subliminal Seduction'. It's illustrated with advertising photos purported to contain erotic imagery, the idea being that 'sex sells'.

There's a guy who put together 20 or so versions of the Grateful Dead playing Dark Star into one big super version, so's you have Jerry in 1969 playing alongside Jerry in 1985 etc

Date: December 01, 2002 08:13 AM Author: johnny To all you sweet folks who sent prayers and beamed positive energy to us this last year, I want to let you know that my dad gave up the ghost this morning at 10:45. We were all there and the sun was shining and it's a brisk and beautiful morning. Our family thanks you all for your support. You all take care. Love, johnny, faith & family

The Kingdom of Heaven is within you.
God lives in laughter

Year after year
on the monkey's face
a monkey face - BASHO

All shall be well
and all shall be well
and all manner of things shall be well . . .
Julian Of Norwich

Astonishing! Everything is intelligent!
Pythagoras
We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts we make the world.
The Buddha

There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
William Shakespeare

All truths wait in all things.
Walt Whitman

I and my Father are one
John 10:30

Lift the stone and you will find me;
cleave the wood and I am there.
Jesus

It is found again. What?
Eternity. It is the sea,
mingling with the sun.
Rimbaud

it loved to happen
marcus aurelius

not knowing that one knows is best.
Lao Tsu

Want not, hurt not.
Buddha

Intuition is the eye of wisdom .
Wonder. go ahead and wonder.
Faulkner

What I dream and what dreams me,
the process wilts under scrutiny.
Johnny

A stone is frozen music.
Pythagoras

The world of dew
Is the world of dew,
And yet, and yet--
Issa

I saw my Lord with the eye of the Heart. I said: "Who are you?" He answered: "You."

Johnny: "Well God, I guess it's just you and me."
God: "Actually, it's just Me."

Date: November 29, 2002 12:15 PM I learned of this from Iron Feather Journal's latest mailing, here's more news from there: IRON FEATHER JOURNAL E-MAIL NEWzLETTER --+-------------------------------=------------+--------- heryza any of your creative folkz: mega greets to you, hope this finds ye having a smile upon your face and a peace in your head and something good in u're tummy. this event has me inspired and i hope it gets you inspired to bust out your tape recorder, computer or whatever and contribute something interesting..... theze folkz in Austria are busting out in their artshow this weekend and you can contribute some of your audio to the show which will be broadcast in Austria... see: http://ironfeather.com/cgi-bin/bbs/ikonboard.cgi?act=ST&f=3&t=6 for full on details i think we are going to make a wacked out mix radio show tonite and post it on hyperreal.org/music/drip as well as send them a CD in the mails via air mail if anyone else here has any phreaky audio to add contact them directly. if you are in lanzing drop mail pronto (before tonight) to be on our CD. cheers ! Stevyn
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Hi all (english below) un projet sympa est ouvert a tous.... archive, live, original ou remix.... son de toute ordre et de toute origine pour un mix mondial qui peut etre vraimment interesant. suit toute les info en englais seulement....desole mais je ne me lance pas dans une traduction.... web / http://kunstradio.at et http://www.aec.at faire circuler...../... RADIOTOPIA Radioactive Communi(ty)cation on air ? on line ? on site Radio in its many forms is still the most globally accessible medium for both local and long-range communication and information sharing. In the digital age, it is often dismissed as an outdated technology, and yet millions of people turn on and tune in worldwide. Despite the current configuration of radio (often limited by commercialization and state regulation), radio has great potential as a tool that can reach out across cities and remote areas alike as a means for building local and international community. Transmitters can be easily assembled from readily available technologies, enabling radio to operate independently and to be community-based, experimental, political; giving voice to those who are rarely or never heard in the mounting commercial static of corporate globalization. These transmitters may not have a wide range but when networked by any and all means available, their impact can be amplified. Radiotopia will be, literally, a radio-place; instead of the homogenized drone of corporatized globalization, Radiotopia will be the sound of a varied world, emanating from people engaged in widely diverse cultural practices. Initiated by the AEC and coproduced with OE 1 KUNSTRADIO, RADIOTOPIA proposes to create a temporary network aimed at linking disparate parts of the globe on many realtime and virtual levels, creating a multi-media network grounded in radio transception (both sending and receiving), culminating in a large open-air installation and an overnight broadcast (Long Night of Radio Art) during the Ars Electronica Festival 2002. The Ars Electronica Center and Festival for Art, Technology and Society, Linz, Austria was established in 1979 as an open meeting-place for artists, scientists and researchers. The Ars Electronica Festival is one of the most important festivals for electronic art and media theory. The festival 2002 focuses on the blind spots of globalization with UNPLUGGED, theme indicative of how the issue of the political element in art has returned with a vengeance to the agendas of intellectual discourse and artistic practice. Artists of all fields and from all over the world are invited to become participants/nodes in this network. There are many ways of communicating/participating/exchanging: - INPUT: Send your sounds/poems/scores etc. in a pre-recorded form to Kunstradio via snail mail (on cassettes, CDs, MDs) or Internet (live streams, files, images) or send your texts/poems/statements (in all languages) in a written form to: ORF Kunstradio Argentinierstr. 30a A ? 1040 Vienna Austria Phone. ++431 50101 18277 or ++43 732 7272 60 Fax: ++431 50101 18065 Email: kunstradio@thing.at or radiotopia@aec.at http://kunstradio.at http://www.aec.at
- TRANSFORMATION: Become a node in the network by collecting part of the sound inputs from the project website, from shortwave services, or from participating local, community, pirate or national radio broadcasts, and process/remix these sounds to re-input into the network. - OUTPUT: Create your on own on-air or on-site version of the project: broadcast sounds from the network on your radio station or stream from your website; or incorporate sounds into a public concert or installation. Combinations of all the above mentioned are possible and very welcome. Mixing, re-mixing, re-broadcasting etc may also happen before and after the period of the Ars Electronica Festival) CONTENT: All kinds of sounds are welcome; however, to help create the unique soundimage of Radiotopia - Radio as a worldwide medium for communication/exchange/dialogue supporting and amplifying the often unheard multiplicity of voices-- we propose a strong language or vocal element in your contributions. Diverse and regional voices also includes the "voices" of specific landscapes, cityscapes, and ecosystems around the world. We may attempt to classify your contributions on the homepage of the project according to their emotional atmosphere, their type of language (human everyday, poetic etc., environmental sounds, urban rhythms etc) to make your contributions easily accessible to those musicians, sound artists and radio artists who will be composing on-site, on-air and on-line versions of the project during the Ars Electronica Festival. You are invited to classify your own contribution. TECHNICAL ASPECTS: The main platform of the project will be a website which serves several purposes: - it will offer informations on the project and depict its progress. - it will make all individual contributions accessible worldwide in low tech formats and if possible high quality sound formats. - it will feature live webcasts and their documentations from all the versions of the project rendered on-site and on-air during the festival - it will host documentation and archiving of the project, allowing interested people to continue mixing and re-mixing beyond the timeframe of the Ars Electronica Festival. All of the incoming contributions, also those arriving by letter or cassette, CD etc will be put on this webpage and thereby become part of the projects archive. The versions planned so far for realisation during the renowned international Ars Electronica Festival (taking place for the 23rd time in Linz/A from the 8th to the 12th of September 2002) on site: - specially invited international musicians/sound artists will compose open-air mixes using submitted and streamed audio material to be presented on a huge loudspeaker system along the banks of the river Danube at Linz/Austria, in front of the Brucknerhaus, one of the main venues of the Ars Electronica Festival. Webcasts and "soundreports" of these versions will be available on the project website - live and as documentation. on air: - an overnight radio art broadcast live on the National Austrian Radio on the September 10th (11pm CEST ? 5:00 am CEST) will have artistst/musicians present in the studio composing your contributions into a very unusual many hours long radio-event. This event will be streamed live online and documented afterwards. on line: (as above) The on-site and on-air events of/at the Ars Electronica Festival will be webcast and documented on the website of the project, which will become an archive of all submitted contributions, as well as their different uses in either the installations or the radio broadcasts by fellow artists during the festival and after.... -- mailto:androvirus@noisiv.org www.noisiv.org www.androvirus.noisiv.org www.nomusic.org

Date: November 29, 2002 05:24 AM Here: (((NOMUSIC TOURNAMENT))) -< Audio live only via Network - No archiv - Free pass >- -< 24h Continuous Trans Audio Distant Travel >- -< Connection only on http://www.nomusic.org >- -< Stream Live Audio Mp3 & Real© >- The fourth edition of the "Tour of the electronic World of the audio flux experimental in Network" will have place of Tuesday 10 to Wednesday December 11, 2002 ( Paris Time GMT+01:00) lasting 24 heures forming a terrestrial revolution completes "online" without interruption. Stream start : 10th December 2002 (19h00 / 07:00pm) Stream end :-11th December 2002 (19h00 / 07:00pm) [GMT+01:00 - CET - French Time] * (((NOMUSIC TOURNAMENT))) is a platform for audio diffusion via Internet dedicated to performers. Interventions come from several countries and follow each other in a regular manner at the rate of one person per hour. The development of this Network is aimed at promoting experimentation and creation. The contributions are disseminated from different countries with each participant being allocated one hour in sequence. NOMUSIC co-ordinates the interface for these different geographical point without any interruption, moving the audience during 24 hours from one country to the other, without "jet-lag". No audio data is kept, the aim being to favour live performance throught the different stream technique in simple, multi or co-"stream (*flux). The axis of development is not to constitute one dead data basis on hard disk, but to be determinedly a movement on the web where each author becomes an available data and a geophysical site that constitutes a visible tie thus during one terrestrial complete revolution foxglove. The "Tournament" is a sound joust continues without winners, without confrontations. The goal is not the confrontation but the sharing of the "knowledge" perceptible at the time of the tournament and that one carries away like a trace anchored in the human memory. The audit is in the physical non representation and the perpetual movement of the source, in the combination of the flux, their continuity, to the service of the transportation, of the report, and of the experience of the new virtual worlds to define itself/themselves temporarily. It is under this aegis that laboiteblanche and Carl.Ys have found www.nomusic.org in June 2001: platform mobile "Free" audio. *HISTORY : Tournament Live Relay (distant) : 10/09/2002 : NOMUSIC Tournament IV - World [WWW] 10/09/2002 : NOMUSIC Tournament III - World [WWW] 10/04/2002 : NOMUSIC Tournament II - World [WWW] 18/12/2001 : NOMUSIC Tournament I - Europe [WWW] -Live Festival Audio Relay (local) : 30/06/2002 : DIENSTBAR-FESTIVAL – Acud Remise - Berlin [GE] 16/01/2002 : MELTING MEDIA PROJECT 003 - Acud Remise - Berlin [GE] -Live Duplex Audio Relay (local+distant) : 20/11/2001 : Carl.Y<>laboiteblanche - Mulhouse<>Nizza [FR] -Live Single Audio Relay (distant) : 02/02/2002 : Duo Bille - Strasbourg [FR] 29/01/2002 : laboiteblanche - Nizza [FR] 06/11/2001 : Carl. Y - Mulhouse [FR] 30/10/2001 : Joachim Montessuis – Strasbourg [FR] 23/10/2001 : Noisiv - Berlin [GE] 16/10/2001 : laboiteblanche - Nizza [FR]

Date: July 28, 2002 03:21 AM I suspect that ol' Phil is voicing his frustration over those among you who seem to think that the world would somehow be a better place if the United States wasn't in it. He probably wonders what you think would rush in to fill the void-- Niceworld? Friendlyville? I suspect he's put off by the naivete he perceives here. When I was a hippie in the 60s it was just assumed by my crowd that if only 'the Establishment' was torn down it would be replaced by something far less ugly and we'd be on our way to a kinder, gentler world. I no longer believe that. Quite the contrary. I now believe that something far uglier would replace the United States, in a hurry. If you see a disproportionate amount of violence, neglect and so forth in this country maybe it's because we lift the lamp to the wretched refuse of your teeming shores. And I might add here that if it weren't for the US you'd all be either blond haired & blue-eyed, or soap. George Dubya ain't perfect but he's no Hitler or Bin Laden or Hussein or Pol Pot or Idi fucking Amin. Maybe Phil's just frustrated because some of you kids haven't seen enough to know you got it good. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door." God Bless America Now let's all have a hug

What no wife of a writer can ever understand is that a writer is working when he's staring out the window. - Rudolph Erich Rascoe

I'm not a big believer in disciplined writers. What does discipline mean? The writer who forces himself to sit down and write for seven hours every day might be wasting those seven hours if he's not in the mood and doesn't feel the juice. I don't discipline equals creativity. - Bret Easton Ellis

Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic fear which is inherent in a human situation. - Graham Greene The writer is always tricking the reader into listening to their dream. - Joan Didion

When I sit at my table to write, I never know what it's going to be until I'm under way. I trust in inspiration, which sometimes comes and sometimes doesn't. But I don't sit back waiting for it. I work every day. - Alberto Moravia

Any kid today who has a good thing to say about his father is a non-conformist -- Ward Cleaver

Rewriting is like scrubbing the basement floor with a toothbrush. - Pete Murphy

"You can't pray a lie."-- Mark Twain

EDNA JUST POINTED (at her arm again)

POPLAR SNOW IN LATE JULY

pay me a nickel
i'll be your nickel tweeper

Rules for Old Ladies:
1. Licorice - after it's stale, break it into little pieces
2. Offer only 3.00/hr. for chores, but have some stale cookies on hand
3. Keep the fridge full of awful sugar water tea

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Steak In A Candy Dish

PULL MY LEG
A CART TO PUSH
LITTLE COUPON

* * *

Synchronicity = A Splash Of Mesh

Confidin: A brand new relationship restorer. Two pills will make your husband show his emotions.

* * *

. . . Like Broderick Crawford in 'Born Yesterday'
A Turd in a Gilded Rage

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Cradle Days

"When love is concerned, it is easier to renounce a feeling than to give up a habit." -- Proust

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LISSU 7 call Misty
"Rakastan teijän musaa"

*·-..-·*·¤·*©*·¤·*·-..-·*

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Every morning I do my yoga and think 'I'm gonna commit less violence on the world today' and by the end of the day I've crammed all sorts of violent junk into my own body. Just yesterday I wolfed down pizza topped with chunks of chickens and then I watched 'The Shield' on FX .
The irony bludgeons . . .

* * *

"There was something terrible in me sometimes at night I could see it grinning at me I could see it through them grinning at me through their faces" -- Wm Faulkner, The Sound & The Fury

* * *

ritual satisfaction

a lick and a promise

the three candle opera

* * *

He'll tell you how things used to be and while nobody really believes him the draw sustenance from the notion of it, especially when preacher's voice is so rich and sustenant like church bells on a sundy morning from two miles of misty corn and alfalfa fields away only then one o' them church bells suddenly harmonizes a wrong note and you realize that the mode has been wrong the whole time. .

* * *

Hy Times and his Misty Meaners

"Concidentata Vaginatorium"

I'd give up but what's the use?

replay by ken grimwood

* * *

joan of ark of the coven & tucket sleigh ride the high country music is your only friend of the devil in a blue dressed to kill bill of the sale of the century twenty one is the lonliest number nine number nine teen eighty for your love me do not crossroads diverge in a narrow wood pecker head trip the light fantastic four square peg in a round hole in one day in the life of the party doll house of the rising sun goddess of love me like a rock and roll

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Tripover Stump
Three Sheets To The Wind

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World Full Of No

* * *

"Some of the machinery would be left ( . . . ) gaunt, staring motionless, wheels rising from mounds of brick rubble and ragged weeds with a quality profound, astonishing, and gutted boilers lifting their rusting and unsmoking stacks with an air stubborn, baffled and bemused upon a stumppocked scene of profound and peaceful desolation, umplowed, untilled, gutting slowly into red and choked ravines beneath the long quiet rains of autumn." --Faulkner

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. . . does anyone even remember firefly, with its single free homepage and mailbox (cause nobody much had their own email address or internet accounts in those days--or computers for that matter--we simply went to the home of our friends who did have internet service) and its frothy confection of home-made rooms, bubbling in and out of existence. i know they lost their coffee cup logoish familiarity was replaced by the red corporate slash and the dreaded 'venue' concept. i remember. my introduction to the internet. a swell, homey, warm and oh so friendly introduction. oh well, you cant go home again.

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twilight hands

* * *

to be honest casette wise after slogging thru the eighties transferring stuff to a medium now proved to be unstable i got stalled in the year 1991, curiously enogh during my 40th birthday party, the day we all did mushrooms and my folks put my dog to sleep . . . What are you doing down there? Say! It involved this overpowering feeling that came over me of everything being one. It was cool at first, certain of my friends were merging with other friends and I saw that it was the same light shining through them. Then folks began to merge more and more quickly-- so & so with so & so and he with she and suddenly everybody I knew was being revealed to share the same soul. So it got kind of scary, and I began to feel kind of lonely . . . I remember asking God to 'at least keep my wife separate' . . . but no, swwoooooop -- she was sucked up into this collective soul as well. . . . Finally it was just me and God, and, feeling fairly overwhelmed with emotion, I said as much. I said, "Well God, I guess it's just you and me." And for the only time in my life God spoke to me directly. I heard His voice: He said, "Actually, it's only me." When I got out of the dentist's office I immediately told my wife, who was waiting in the car. When I got home I attempted to reproduce it with scant success. Over the years I catch a tail of that feeling and produce another track about it . . . but I've yet to capture it as it was . . . Maybe someday I'll need another root canal lol

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Rude Hod & Stringbean
Mister Tenderball
a sneer in your tone

Fast when you're happy,
Sad when you're slow

Thanks for healing me
Thanks for creating corruption

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Flaming Wagon Wheel
Brake & Alignment Service

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Drunken Sailor
Mowing Service

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joseph szabo - 'teenage'

james thurber

henry james

A waterfall of words

Roaring drunk through a full moon tidal shift

As an event your party succeeded; as an entity it missed the mark.

Someone stole the tie that binds

Snuggsa Buggsa

Weekends gleam in urgency of word and deed Bring on the beer and diversion, for there is no finer backdrop for the tentative gesture

We ride those amber waves, sucking sustenance from circumstance

We are real and thus mark our reality We are incomplete, and thus mark our mortality

Hold the reins, chaos reigns Chaos buffets

I want your face

The Huge Rugged Inn

Well we've all kilt a bear in the forest Or that's what I've read in the trees

I was mindin my business Bidin' my time When the soft wind played you On the front porch chime

I'm too old to learn and ain't good at teachin

I'm feeling the fear but I don't like preachin'

I ain't a pencil pusher, can't jockey a plow

If heartaches was money, I'd be gold

I'm just a bum goin' think in the nignt Thinkin' what's wrong, thinkin' what's right

chit chattin'over a stale cookie

Every time I punch the Tao it punches me back Everything is jerking off Putting your tongue there? Jerking off Bargaining with Jesus? Jerking off Exploring the sore again and again?

Compulse! Rejulse! Revulse!

Sacriligious Orifice Sacrifice

Do fear to interfere
Do not tempt to attempt

Fear to interfere
Tempt Not To Attempt
The Grody Road To ParSat B

Tis not golden to embolden

Fear Plenty

Confront (the deep)
Defend (til the end)
Offend
Off End
Off Topic Endgame

Topic Game
To pick to aim
A rude, crude 'tude
Confer, defer, offer
to pick, to aim
off topic, endgame
skittish around your karma?
I trod the grody road from here to gone
capiton soju, mon capiton
mouthful of sand

from here to sickly end and gone
clutching the cooler bony hand
mouthful of sand, I tread the trail
from here to sickly gone
mouthful of sand I tell the tale
of Capitan Soju, Mon Capitan
Erotic Karate
Midas Welby
Your dead kin lookin' out your cat's eyes.
Now I'm inside you and I am blind. Be somebody.
there's a Christ-like moon up in the sky and grief streaks in your baby's eyes
Union is dissolution, but cuddles in the morning?

Streams long unsailed and sails a bit more tattered when unfurled

Passing time whispers. I fall into the sunrise.

When the last dollar bill is long gone
And the next round of bills is long due
And friends just don't call anymore
That's when I start thinking of you

What's the point?
You'll never see the point til it leaves your body

You wearing your obsession
And me wearing my X of scar tissue
We stand in the trail
And indicate each other once again

Still the adrenalin blossom
Nothing yet torn or traded away

You and me walking by the river
going down spinning splashin'
breathing in springtime
breathing as one

snowflakes sparkle on your hair and face
like beautiful tears, they never leave a trace
they fade like fears in dawn's embrace

hemlocks, snow, the sound of the river
goin down spinnin splashin
spirit is a prism
and we're breathin as one
so what do ya get when you shut your gob?
you get a lot of shut up gob . . .

if ya don't want me to punch ya stop askin

and you, shambling from one crook of her finger to the next dwell clings to the awesome depths of your infatuation

a manifestation of her conjuring i remain, even tho she's waved her hand to make me vanish

i want to crawl out of my skin

it's not that bad, she said, reality like stones in her eyes

record 'pee & a Poo'

lovely rita meter maid to order in the court of the crimson king henry the 8th i am the eggman o' war, huh, what is it good for what it's worthwhile strolling thru the park one day tripper

'the truck that delivers the PortaPotties is always the prettiest'

dancin' around and around alone like a little bent over footie, nobody with whom to share joy because everybody else was huggin' everybody else

Oh, in doobie doubly, my gad moon

Oat Lice, Testosterone & The Breadman

Grott, Irk, Tummy and me visited the ruins, walked down the center of the crick, snake regards to bruttway, jup the jiggins, choused from the quarry, killed the ground hog with a rock. drug the ground hog to the old ladies

what a night. it's not fit fer man nor tummy well, at least we'll have a white christmas a pretty slim christmas if ya ask me. where's will?

yesterday and today is the first day of the rest of your life story time for a change of heart broken arrow shirt sleeve

i believe in you are my sunshine of your love is a battlefield band of brothers in arms

i believe in you are my lucky star man o' war wagon train to san antone

country file:
it's not loooovvvvee
and its not infatuation
it's not neediness compassion or ennui
it's not sympathy or pity i see comin down
the pike
it's kind of like a kinder time of like

Me casa su casa grande dame edith head trip the light fantastic four play room with a view to a killing me softly

down to the no zip sorting bin laden

somewhere in the leaning garden of babble which lies in that state of blur between suicidal sobriety and drunken oblivion . . .

Capitan Soju

[here a Korean inflected chorus singing in English to the tune of 'We Are Siamese If You Please' from that Disney cartoon flick ('Lady & The Tramp'?) . . . but after the first three lines the melody sinks smoothly and sing-songily into a kind of cadenced narrative]:

I am Captain Soju if you please
I am Captain Soju if you don't please
I am Captain Soju if you please please me like

I please please mister postman always rings twice bitten off more than a feeling groovy kind of love can build a bridge over troubled water

water under the bridge too far away in your beautiful beautiful balloon you skinny little anhedonic dipsomaniac, pulling yourself up the stair rail hand over hand like it really did hurt that night you boogie nights in white satin dolled up country girl

whiskey boot goin down down

come hither
come helling
and her telling claire
I can't stand that sawdust casanova

He isn't good for anything

Except he's good for sticking wedges in between you
and anything you want to accomplish
and he's good at hating the stuff you like

If you like trees, no more trees
If you like books, no more books

If you like your dog he'll kill it on your birthday
Capitan Soju
Mon Capitan
Shut yer gob
You Better

. . . and dont even try to enlighten these jokels about it because as soon as you use a word like 'microcosm' the one who just had a stroke'll say 'doo doo' and throw his palm at you and after words the losers in the bunch will substitute the phrase DOY DEE DOY for 'doo doo' and from then on every time there's more than two of 'em together and you use a big word they'll look at you and then each other and go DOY DEE DOY - DOY DEE DOY and at least one of 'em'll bug his eyes at ya and start making the coo coo sign and then they'll be laughing and coo cooing and doy dee doying til the only thing to do is kill 'em or start laughing so hard it hurts. it feels so good to laugh . . . s'wunnaful

wunnaful

Capitan Soju
I love ya, man

Codswallop!
Shut yer gob!
You Better . . . .

come hither
come helling
you better

I am Captain Soju if you please
("Codswallop!")
I am Captain Soju if you don't please
("Shut yer gob!")
I am Captain Soju of First Water And Purest Ray Serene
("You Better . . . . ")

Drunken oblivion or suicidal sobriety
The Choice Is Yours
Capitan Soju

Mon Capitan

a hunk of squiggle pokes up a shoot . . .
grains and brains

and the intensely communicative human profiles in the clouds above and in the coralbell's distant pink flowerheads and years ago in the school ceiling tiles where tobey tossed his compass and pencils up to stick and under which displayed your first rubber, blowing it up and flubbing it like an he was playing an upright bass then letting it go to swoop by the health teacher's head like a sprawling chase sputtle . . . .

* * *

lovely rita meter maid to order in the court of the crimson king henry the 8th i am the eggman o' war, huh, what is it good for what it's worthwhile strolling thru the park one day tripper 'the truck that delivers the PortaPotties is always the prettiest' dancin' around and around alone like a little bent over footie, nobody with whom to share joy because everybody else was huggin' everybody else Oh, in doobie doubly, my gad moon Oat Lice, Testosterone & The Breadman Grott, Irk, Tummy and me visited the ruins, walked down the center of the crick, snake regards to bruttway, jup the jiggins, choused from the quarry, killed the ground hog with a rock. drug the ground hog to the old ladies what a night. it's not fit fer man nor tummy well, at least we'll have a white christmas a pretty slim christmas if ya ask me. where's will? pointy tongue dancing re pointy teeth yesterday and today is the first day of the rest of your life story time for a change of heart broken arrow shirt sleeve i believe in you are my sunshine of your love is a battlefield band of brothers in arms i believe in you are my lucky star man o' war wagon train to san antone

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Recent Dreams

The Eagle
I was mowing the back yard west of the grape arbor and came upon a depression in the ground that held an eagle. It was very large, black & white, huge yellow talons twice as large as my hands. It was just laying there motionless. When I looked closer I saw long scabby gashes under its wings. Its body was covered with little flies. There was a hole the size of a silver dollar in its middle and flies were going in and coming out of this hole. I felt sad and looked away but just as I did I saw it move. It was still alive

Kristen Davis & The Microplane
Me and Faith lived in a stone house. We worked on the maintenance crew of an estate. Kristen Davis was our supervisor. She's there talking to us, but she's saying incomprehensible syllables. I can't understand her. But she's the supervisor so I follow her to a shed. Double wooden doors open and she comes out in a little bitty airplane. Wingspan maybe five feet. Open wooden benches. Like a toy plane. But it flies. I get in the back and Kristen pilots in silver pants. It leaves the ground. No seat belts, I almost fall out. She takes it over a hump and the earth falls away and way below is a large body of water and hills and trees. We are towing a little red cart. We land and hook up lots of little red carts

Bill
I stood in shadows at a pay phone in a scene that looked like it was xeroxed from a letter Bill once sent. He told me over the phone that he'd be away for five more years at least

* * *

do you wait to share your world? do you wish to share your world?
for whom? with whom?
how often do you wait and wish this way?
is it a jonse?
is the bb or chatroom a
or multiplayer deathmatch like quick fix?
like a coffee or sugar fix? i quit drinking coffee because i was hooked on that vanilla hazlenut hydrogenated diabetes trans-fatty always thirsty cinnamon hearts atlantis morriscone bad & the ugly - (homer)mmmmmm. Sssconnnnnnnnnnes(/homer)and developed leg pain so i started coffee again only now with honey

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"I may have invented it, but Bill made it famous" -- David Bradley, Ctrl-Alt-Delete inventor.

Rain Check
Chain Wreck
Train Wreck
Rain Trek

You are what you do

Every time I believe something firmly somebody comes along and shakes my firmth

You disrespected something older and far more reliable than yourself. Namely my shotgun.

The town called 'Faith'.

crazy sympathetic vibe w/tracy
tracy synchronicity

the good soldier
by ford maddox ford thurnley abbey
by perceval landaon aneurhythm

galoot - an uncouth fellow, a lout

MISTER GUARDIAN ANGEL

Toddy's friends listening to 'Yes'

You know how you can listen to Mark Isham's 'Mrs. Soffel' soundtrack and think of snow without ever having seen the movie, or how Miles can make you feel alone in the city even if you've never left the farm?

Gus MacCrae didn't go into the Dry Bean and lament to Dish and Wanz about how he didn't have health insurance.

Brother Dave's 30 year devotion to health insurance didn't do him a lot of good. Brother Dave's mousy brown studebaker with the prestige ashtray
Brother Dave's Rambler Ambassador convertible

The Man In The Green Car, Mr. Fanelli

Debbie Dubbs
Maybelle Dubbs

Late 89. LSD - While crashing in Mike's living room we listened to 'Our House' and cried. Within a year we were living there.

The thing we fear the most has already happened to us

I dreamed that Grandma got her pilots license and took me and faith on an airplane ride, over cities, it was wonderful. circled to land, perfect landing in this long long giant building with wooden floor with railroad tracks. we touch down along the tracks just at the end of the building. we cheer and applaud. from behind a pile of stuff at the end comes a giant old duck creature who tries to scare us off. he bites my arm. then he waddles away, shooing little creatures off ahead of him. I pick up a rusty old hook for which to punch any more who might bite me. A man come up and warns me not to do that. A door opens at the end of the building upon some kind of ball or cotillion, where many large well-dressed bird-like creatures are dancing . . .

* * *

State Of Blur

Darlene Adams
Betty and Bobby Hartz

Daniel painted on the art gallery door, and those arstyfartsy doofii painted over it.

Today I Kissed A Princess & Peed Like A King

Gordon to Vickers: "Jump In, Follow & Learn"

Clergy, Magnus Chord

Buck

Yellow Sweatshirt with Al Albert's Showcase '70 magic markered on the front

Cory Seaman in an accident.

Rode with him to Leesport Fire Hall. He asked if I was a chain smoker. That was my first visit to the Leesport Fire Hall. Not to be the last . . .

Blond girl with leather pants
Offended guy "Take Off That Chaggit"

Terry M. protect me from Swavely, who hated longhairs

I drummed for the band Quintessent Finality
After the band went home I'd teach myself to play guitar on The Silvertone electric through Al's 'Sex' amp.
E minor over and over again . . . joni mitchel's 'Woodstock'
Em Am Em Am
Later, in 1970, I picked up the bass . . . .

Mr. Mull & Mr. Geiss

Who was the old guy who sat in Trautman's?

Who was the first Manlady?

I'm not half as much of an a**hole as I pretend I am.

I figured Mick & Donald would someday team up to sell burgers

The Penn Valley Hotel was a place where either everybody but you was under age and the LCB would raid the joint, spraying kids all through the surrounding cornfields
Or, you'd show up at 2:00 in the morning and the floor would be sloshing with beer and there's no women, young horny drunk boys and one of them staggers up and demands a cover charge

AJ bought me a set of drums

* * *

Prologue -- It was a party. the camera tracked out through a window, moving back til the window framed but one face, and that face slowly became bleached white and ugly. In the next scene we were back inside at the party. It was a big gathering in a huge house with lots of rooms and cubby holes and courtyards, and even a chapel. I realized something was scary wrong, because the partyers . . . some of them had extremely white faces, and caused in me an oppressive sense of evil and foreboding. I ran thru the chapel and saw that on one side sat ten to twelve people with chalk white faces. They'd been there all night. I pretended I didn't notice but, back at the party I casually got Faith and said, 'Let's go for a walk' As we walked I told her something was wrong. We passed Army guys with guns mounted on tripods shooting pink foam across a field at fleeing whitefaces. This foam killed them. In the distance behind the field a city was in flames. The sky there was red. My friend Joel the physical therapist drove up and said, "It's nuts at the hospital." Then he ran off on some urgent business. Back at the party one whiteface was giving a speech and hung up the hollow shell of a large green wormlike creature. I realized that the life stuff of the worms entered people and made them whitefaces. On a tray nearby was a huge pile of rare 'blue cocaine'. I knew the end of humanity was near so I snorted all of it, or as much as I could. We got into a car a drove thru streets that were full of whitefaces. They tried to stop the car but we passengers got out and smashed them with ball peen hammers. In the final scene i was running down this trail. At a bridge that spanned two huge crashing bodies of water the camera pulled back and a words came up that said END OF PART ONE

* * *

Bob Keeshan died. Captain Kangaroo. Got me thinking about my first television experiences: Winky Dink - plastic sheet went on the tv screen and you could crayon along with the show Ding Dong School - Miss Frances Howdy Doody - Bob Keeshan played Clarabelle Sally Starr's Popeye Theater - featuring Clutch Cargo, with his pals Spinner & Paddlefoot (later, a similar cartoon -- lifelike mouths in motionless bodies -- only this one set in outer space, with a bearded guy named Taurus) Space Ranger, I think Kookla, Fran & Ollie Captain Kangaroo - was Mr. Greenjeans REALLY Zappa's uncle? Pixanne - short haired Peter Pan type Gene London - fun projects . . . I am So Old . . . Now I have the urge to google Gene London to find out if he was just a hippie, or was he really gay

* * *

Why is it funny when on The Simpsons Lisa takes a TV Dinner out of the freezer and the name on the box is 'Portion Time'? I mean, I laughed hard when I saw it but I don't know why I laughed. Was there an exclamation point after the word 'Time' and that's why?

* * *

I WAS TEARGASSED IN CITY PARK
Here's how I remember it: We heard at Carl's weekly Metaphysical Meeting that a heavy band was playing at the bandshell that weekend, so I met Grod & Marge at the Mission, beneath the big red 'JESUS SAVES' light, and we set out for City Park.

We walked up Penn Street, joining many long haired, love-beaded kids who hung around the Head Shops that lined the south side of the street: The Perelandra. The Earth Shop. The corporate Upper Story. And near the Adults-Only Park Theater, the AS IS Shop. Each store carried cool clothes and black light posters and old records and rolling papers and a few copies of Reading's own street sheet, the Iconoclast.

We all had a copy. The Iconoclast.

'OFF THE PIGS ! ! ! POWER TO THE PEOPLE ! ! !' was the headline of the current issue.

It was a half bottle of Ripple from AS IS to City Park. About thirty of us arrived at once. A bunch of kids were already there, and more coming in behind us, joints in their mouths, paper cups in their hands, rolled up ICONOCLASTS peeking out of their back pockets. The name of the band was 'Poison'; the members wore black leather jackets emblazoned with skulls and crossbones. They served up loud, scowly Steppenwolf: "--America, where are you now, don't you care about your sons and daughters? Don't you know we need you now, we can't fight alone against the MONSTER--" Well, the powers that beed in those days decided that here was a good opportunity to serve up some arrest warrants. Suddenly undercover police officers were everywhere, pushing through the benches, attempting to serve these warrants. "Nobody move!" one of 'em scowled loudly, a guy with 'Sun-In' or 'Summer Blond' tinting his hair, an ersatz surfer bum or Beach Boy. "Nobody move!" Naturally, anybody carrying a nickelbag of stems and seeds jumped and ran, and that was pretty much everybody. Chaos ensued. Uniformed police appeared from a paddy wagon down the hill. Then something happened. Maybe a band member hollered something from the stage, maybe not, but the air changed. Chaos coalesced, and shouts of 'OFF THE PIGS!!' and 'POWER TO THE PEOPLE!!' suddenly blistered the air so loudly you couldnt even hear the band anymore. I watched as these hippies actually turned and charged the police van. "OFF THE PIGS!" "POWER TO THE PEOPLE!" In the middle of this pandemononium a tearful girlie grabbed my arm, crying, 'They have my boyfriend!' I followed her to a grassy hill that looked down on the street. There i saw about fifty kids crowding the paddy wagon. A few of them began to push it from side to side And-- Bloonk. A tear gas cannister hit the grass at my feet. The cannister wasn't doing much, just smoking a little, so I tossed it into the pond in front of the bandshell. The next one splashed into the water without my assistance. Eventually a cloud of gas wafted up the hill, a real eye-burner. But it simply drew more enraged hippies. They threw bottles, brandished rolled-up Iconoclasts. The girl let go of my arm and dove into the crowd. More gas grenades flew. "(cough)THE PIGS!" "P-(OWW!)-ER TO THE PEOPLE!" I left the park opposite the flow of bodies and ran into my buddy DB. His MG was parked nearby so after dropping off an acid casualty who "just wanted to go home" we drove on to Topp's on Lancaster Avenue for a burger and a grape soda. There was a picture in the Eagle the following day-- a flock of long haired bellbottomed kids roaring down the street to City Hall to confront the Mayor. According to the accompanying article they didnt off any pigs that night, but they did break a window, and some street lights.

* * *

The Leesport Fire Hall Friday Night Dance- Snookie Himmelberger and the Marauders - "Baby Let Me Bang Your Box" - "A lutta guys I know died for that Chagged" - Swavely Ruzzes, Terry M. plays guardian angel - Two days later at my first visit to the Hamburg Field House the first person I see is Terry M. who tells me, "That guy Swavely is here with about a dozen black guys." The band was Pat Farrel and the Believers. They'd played the Field House weekly forever, but that was about to change. They were about to begin alternating weeks with a new outfit called The Steam Machine. We loved the Steam Machine, me and Heff and Billis and Smitty and some others. Everybody loved them, soon they were playing weekly. The band they edged out later became a country band called Pat Garret and the Straight Shooters.

* * *

"Toes in the dust, kickin' up the road
I kissed her on the lips, so groovy and gold" --Eric Anderson

* * *

The Burn Band Escapade The Penn Valley Hotel was a place where either everybody but you was under age and the LCB would raid the joint, spraying kids all through the surrounding cornfields Or, you'd show up at 2:00 in the morning and the floor would be sloshing with beer and there's no women, young horny drunk boys and one of them staggers up and demands a cover charge

* * *

from Brother Dave, 1998:
"Gary, remember this:
'Weeeeeeeeeed the row. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed the row.'"?

* * *

GHOSTS:
Gordon Mountain a line of cars face scratched
Sean's - squatting in the swamp north of the pond - a little blue girl with black eyes
Farm - ball of light
Robesonia Road - Debbie May's horse's head
Marge S - Yanked the cover off, oppressive
Marge D - Got in the back seat
Mikes - Got in his mouth
Galen Hall

* * *

Okay, so I've realized that I'm not going to read every book I ever wanted to read. I'm not even going to read every book on my shelf. Today I read from The Study And Practice Of Yoga by Harvey Day, A Newsweek dating from November, The Buffalo Hunters by Mari Sandoz, a 1950's era Sears & Roebuck Catalog. I looked for and found The Tao Of Physics and accounted for The Dancing Wu-Li Masters (I like to keep those two handy) and I contemplated taking up Katie Fox And The Fox Taylor Record, by W. G. Langworthy Taylor. Soon Entertainment Weekly will arrive, and Vanity Fair.

* * *

Sam Peckenpah wrote and directed a couple of 'Rifleman' episodes

* * *

Mr. Whelp
When Parasites Eat Us
Asian Script Kiddies
A paroxysm of preening? A paroxysm of perpetuate-the-species-ism? Ego? Id-Id-Id?

* * *

Hazy Days \ Tweed Ring Battle Of The Bands

One night the Hazy Days played the Explorer Dance at the Bernville Fire Hall. That Afternoon Kenny and Steve split a case of sixteen ounce Yuenglings while setting up the instruments and doing the sound check.

The Bernville Firehall had a stage in the back up above and wooden stairs leading down to the place where they once had a movie theater but now housed old fire memorabilia. Written, printed and scrawled on the wall along the stairway were signatures. So and so graduated in such and such a year. So and so loves so and so. It was a little local history lesson. Somebody painted over it.

Our band Quintessent Finality staged a sword fight during a performance at the Leesport Fire Hall. Somebody later stole the swords.

Slanted bytes tailored for specific outlets.

I Find Adventure In My Heart

Combinant Rex

Positense - the drug to keep you happy and now

small - medium - flarise

1/10 earlier Grandpa always said, "Give a man luck, and Shit'll do for brains". He also said, "If the dog hadn't stop to piss he would've caught the rabbit" I told him about the dog stopping at the pond to admire the bone in the mouth of his reflection, then trying to take the bone away from the reflection and ending up dropping his bone into the pond

Louis Luchesi
Dave Student
Sam NoloBartolo
Bernville Clinic Jacket (hypo) Hell on wheels patch

Forest Rangers in Kashmir

I see no hatred here that isn't of the "needful-faithful-needless-hateful" variety

* * *

Smooth Belly & The Bitty-bites

Slow Slow Catchee Monkee

Neuresthenia

No Thing To No People

Inappropriata

Bablooga Floogristle
Rogue Combustion
Spum Sputum
Gagmaster
Cranial Obligation
Smiley Brunette
Gettin in to gettin into it

You can pull a chain , but you can't push it

Poodle On My Noodle

Meatworld is where the boys got murdered and the three Reinsel brothers one by one commited suicide and 9/11 happened.

A HAWAIIAN PEACE SIGN FOR MEATWORLD SOMETIMES
courtesy: the internet

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WORKS IN PROGRESS:

SONGS FOR MEN (theme: smokin the bitch, with 'for mature adults only' warning)
Spamborilly & Roses
Subliminal Seduction
LOADING PLEASE WAIT
Mayhymn & Other Hymns
The Happy Headphone

* * *

Marcy Doutrich On Penn St.
Everybody Cruising Penn Street
The Symmetric Lady

* * *

But I bucked no crooked wheel, and I nicked no bucket creel. There was this obsession to compartmentalize.

* * *

have a soothing image for when i'm on my deathbed - - chuck connors. chuck connors hangin' with grandpa. Moccasins And Awkward Feathers Watersinner Fundless Iron Tracks Worthy Poor The Medicine Lodge Treaty - Summer 1867 From the Platte To The Yellowstone Winter Sundogs Papery Old Indian Butterfly Creature One you kill for meat and robes, the other you kill for shields. Shields?

"How does" "the electron" "jump" "shells"?

World Full Of No
KeyPunch Trainee
bleached white sea of misborn bones
wintercounts (years, moons?)
Many Moons

And a goofier passel of thin skinned prima donnas i have never seen
POINTY HEADED PRIMA DONNAS
SELF ABSORBED SISSIES

Hey there Big Burner, how about the ozone? Scrubbers on the smokestacks, aint no turnin back baby's pullin bootstraps, pullin jackboot straps Walkin', walkin, down the ecologic corridor Another Star Spangled Rendezvous Another domino hits the floor Eat a boney pulley wolley anita gillette Rita Jenrette arickeree fork Why would God want to be praised so much? What's so great about being praised? I'm frequently praised and I'll tell you right now, the effects of being praised are fleeting. Especially when I'm being praised by fervent bar room drunks, among the more wretched of our huddled masses

* * *

Synch Tracks - Themes & Motives

* * *

Strange Eon Junction

* * *

Poke it with a think tack

* * *

Works in Progress

SONGS FOR MEN (theme: smokin the bitch, with 'for mature adults only' warning)

Spamborilly & Roses

Subliminal Seduction

LOADING PLEASE WAIT

Mayhymn & Other Hymns

The Happy Headphone

The papery old Indian butterfly creature
fx4flix - Synch Tracks and Think Tacks
The Mist - Stephen King
Red Dirt Marijuana - Terry Southern
It's a Good Day
Light Of Other Days

Anthony's Brassy Day
Anthony's Brassy Day
There's nothing left but our town
and Anthony

There's nothing left but our town
Anthony Thought the world away.In us, the
universe repeats over and over again its ability to produce forms through which it becomes consciously aware of itself

The Hadron Bootstrap and the Elusive Concept of Observation

The Surly bonds
"Just let me die.":
"Take care of your mother."

The forces holding particles together are
themselves the particles exchanged.
Pervading while embracing.

Fundament Rex

The Monad's Window

The Sudhana Network

The S-Matrix Cross Channel

Eternity In An Hour

Little Big Monad

Monad's Gonads

Mahayana

Avatamasaka

* * *

Marcy Doutrich on Penn St. - Me and Heff and Billis offered her a ride out of town and back again. She approached us for a ride because I flashed the peace sign.

(see "Cruising Penn Street", "The Symmetric Lady")

* * *

Me and some guys leaving the Touchdown and spotting Chubby on the sidewalk, Brother Dave, knowing that Chubby dissed us for being rural, stuck his head out of the car and yelled 'Thank God I'm A Country Boy' and we all started singing . . .

(Brother Dave - see "Uncle Meat", "First Black Light", "Rambler Ambassador Convertible" "Mousey Brown Studebaker" "Congratulations for breaking a clay pigeon in half with one pellet from a 12 guage blast", David Peel & The Lower East Side, Velvet Underground, the ability to follow a conversation from across a crowded noisy room, wouldn't cross the line, even under duress)

* * *

GENRES!
00 - Blues 01 - Classic Rock 02 - Country 03 - Dance 04 - Disco 05 - Funk 06 - Grunge 07 - Hip-Hop 08 - Jazz 09 - Metal 10 - New Age 11 - Oldies 12 - Other 13 - Pop 14 - R&B 15 - Rap 16 - Reggae 17 - Rock 18 - Techno 19 - Industrial 20 - Alternative 21 - Ska 22 - Death Metal 23 - Pranks 24 - Soundtrack 25 - Euro-Techno 26 - Ambient 27 - Trip-Hop 28 - Vocal 29 - Jazz+Funk 30 - Fusion 31 - Trance 32 - Classical 33 - Instrumental 34 - Acid 35 - House 36 - Game 37 - Sound Clip 38 - Gospel 39 - Noise 40 - Alternative Rock 41 - Bass 43 - Punk 44 - Space 45 - Meditative 46 - Instrumental Pop 47 - Instrumental Rock 48 - Ethnic 49 - Gothic 50 - Darkwave 51 - Techno-Industrial 52 - Electronic 53 - Pop-Folk 54 - Eurodance 55 - Dream 56 - Southern Rock 57 - Comedy 58 - Cult 59 - Gangsta 60 - Top 40 61 - Christian Rap 62 - Pop/Funk 63 - Jungle 64 - Native US 65 - Cabaret 66 - New Wave 67 - Psychadelic 68 - Rave 69 - Showtunes 70 - Trailer 71 - Lo-Fi 72 - Tribal 73 - Acid Punk 74 - Acid Jazz 75 - Polka 76 - Retro 77 - Musical 78 - Rock & Roll 79 - Hard Rock 80 - Folk 81 - Folk-Rock 82 - National Folk 83 - Swing 84 - Fast Fusion 85 - Bebop 86 - Latin 87 - Revival 88 - Celtic 89 - Bluegrass 90 - Avantgarde 91 - Gothic Rock 92 - Progressive Rock 93 - Psychedelic Rock 94 - Symphonic Rock 95 - Slow Rock 96 - Big Band 97 - Chorus 98 - Easy Listening 99 - Acoustic 100 - Humour 101 - Speech 102 - Chanson 103 - Opera 104 - Chamber Music 105 - Sonata 106 - Symphony 107 - Booty Bass 108 - Primus 109 - Porn Groove 110 - Satire 111 - Slow Jam 112 - Club 113 - Tango 114 - Samba 115 - Folklore 116 - Ballad 117 - Power Ballad 118 - Rhytmic Soul 119 - Freestyle 120 - Duet 121 - Punk Rock 122 - Drum Solo 123 - Acapella 124 - Euro-House 125 - Dance Hall 126 - Goa 127 - Drum & Bass 128 - Club-House 129 - Hardcore 130 - Terror 131 - Indie 132 - BritPop 133 - Negerpunk 134 - Polsk Punk 135 - Beat 136 - Christian Gangsta 137 - Heavy Metal 138 - Black Metal 139 - Crossover 140 - Contemporary C 141 - Christian Rock 142 - Merengue 143 - Salsa 144 - Thrash Metal 145 - Anime 146 - JPop 147 - SynthPop

* * *

A million bright yellowcake ambassadors of morning

* * *

Poke it with a think tack

* * *

Every Man's a King

Third Eye In Bethlehem

Village Stop

Heaven In Kutztown

* * *

Green Cathedrals
A hazy green headphone outing from LoveCraft's Adjectives

Dozing out-of-doors on a summer's afternoon.
featuring "A Nabbla Dee" A Nabbla Dee Keebza Dugda Wee Bud a NUN YUNNA Dee Keebs EFFER BUDDY WEE

* * *

NASCAR WINSTON CUP WISDOM:
"Car don't know what lap it's on."

* * *

Gabble
Does success make a better man?

* * *

Sticks For Bugs

* * *

Gropin' along like a grumblin' grumbleweed.

* * *

DINKY STAB

* * *

Oedifice
Free Range Rude
Cross John Real

* * *

Horses, by Cormac McCarthy
Lock Stock and two smoking barrels
Strange Eon Drive, LoveCraft's Adjectives
Grandmalia
April Foam

* * *

does anyone even remember firefly, with its single free homepage and mailbox (cause nobody much had their own email address or internet accounts in those days--or computers for that matter--we simply went to the home of our friends who did have internet service) and its frothy confection of home-made rooms, bubbling in and out of existence. i know they lost their coffee cup logoish familiarity was replaced by the red corporate slash and the dreaded 'venue' concept. i remember. my introduction to the internet. a swell, homey, warm and oh so friendly introduction. oh well, you cant go home again.

* * *

PHIL'S DREAM: He was in a hotel room with his two daughters. A menace in the sky appears. It forms and keeps changing from scene to scene. Sister bringing a wagon load of strangers, gypsies turning into frog people, a face in campfire coals that when the kids ran by giggling grabbed on to them and turned into an evil filthy disgusting thing. Phil hurried up the trail after this piece of evil. There was a big log cabin. A big door opened and a giant with a black rivetted mask appears. He looks anguished. A Big Gate

JOHNNY'S DREAM: A leaky research facility. We researchers find a vinyl 33 rpm record. It's mis-labled. One of them puts it on a turntable and lowers the needle. It's a recording of people screaming. As the screams fill the room blue glowing ghosts appear. They look like worms with segmented bodies and needle noses and they begin to inflict pain on the researchers. Jabbing and burrowing. The researchers scream for the guy to turn it off and after long anguished moments he finally does. When the researchers wonder why he didn't lift the tone arm sooner he responds, "I lifted it immediately when you told me to. It was only playing for one second."
Word then comes via radio that a storm is approaching. A hole appears in the roof. Rain begins to hit us. One researcher laments, 'This is expensive equipment". Another says, "Let it get wet". We all take refuge in the row of closets that line the far wall.

BANDS FROM HISTORY

REBB
Mandrake Memorial
Village Stop
EMAK
American Dream
Steam Machine
Idyllic Spectrum
Mauraders
Imaginations
Motiques
Hunch
PA Crude
Barefoot Robin & the ODB

FAVE BARS

The Touchdown Douchetown
Lower End
Berkley
Ponderosa Wernersville
Stewies
Ben's
Penn Valley

* * *

re Quantum Mechanics:
Why do we ask "How Does" when we mean "Why Cant I See".
"How Does" "The Electron" "Jump" "Shells"?
The electron, the jump and the shells are all in our minds. We invented them to account for stuff we noticed.

Well, why can't we notice more?
Because we don't do enough yoga.

* * *

What's the most perfect or nearly perfect piece of music (in any genre) that you have heard so far this month? I'm going with Bach's 'Little' Fugue in Gm . . . Walter(Wendy)Carlos version

"The only people who don't make mistakes are the ones that don't do nothin'" -- Dale Inman, Petty Enterprises

The 50s: Climbing laboriously from my crib at my sister's suggestion to sneak through my folks' bedroom and peek into the living room to see who was screaming (Fay Wray) and why (King Kong).

Finding a cardboard horse (just a body that somehow slung between your legs . . .

The Mary Janes

Hitting My Head

Slowly, slowly everyone

The Man In The Green Car

driving into the garage with uncle fred the road is bocked

the horse that reared back on to its tail

moving to the farm, rolling in the grass

getting sparky, the miniature collie

the Kite girl say: Ooooh, sexy, when I took off my shirt.

The 60s - the Cuban missle crisis
clarification to follow

* * *

With the joy of responsibility comes the burden of obligation
--Hank Hill.

writer's block leads to fabulous doodles
failed novels lead to bad poetry

* * *

Regular Guys from pop culture around whom eccentrics gather:

Archie Andrews
Dobie Gillis
Andy Taylor
Richie Cunningham
Jerry Seinfeld

Wild eyed & wide aisled.

Lenny: "Gee, Homer. You'd think somebody with two wives
would be happy."

Carl: "No, you're thinking of two knives".

Today -- Places Revisited:

CARDIAC HILL
THE OVERLOOK
CORONARY BYPASS
GROOVY'S GRAVE
THE INKLINE
BROTHER DAVE'S LOOP
DAVEY'S CHAPEL
THE SWAMP
THE HICKORY WOODS
SHOOTIN' BENCH TRAIL
SNAKY WAY
MELTING BOX TRAIL
THE SHOOTIN' BENCH
DOGWOOD TRAIL
THE ARBORETUM
BODEY'S HOLE TRAIL
MOSS STREET
THE PHILADIUM
THE RENDERING YARDS
CEDAR CREST BOULEVARD
VINEZILLAVILLE
PHIL'S BOULEVARD
YE OLD SPORTIN COMPLEX

The world needs assholes to help keep the perfects in line.

Book is fast, Crahl is mean

The Door is a Jar? Well count your lucking blessies, because
the Court is a Journed!

A Stick In Your Craw

The Grim Reaper Module

Before Luke I never saw the good stuff or the bad stuff
I never noticed if something was funny or sad

A Calamity of Errors

Dolly: Is that what you read in your tea leaves and lie berries?

This is all paraphrased because I was only halfway paying attention til the end, but did you see on Bravo where Sharon Stone was being interviewed in front of a small audience by this bookish sort who apparently suddenly confronts his libido while saying something like, 'I understand that in high school you weren't invited to the prom' & she answers 'that's correct' and then after some talk he blurts, 'I'd have invited you'. And she starts to giggle and giggle and says 'Easy to say that now' and he starts in laughing 'cause her giggle is so infectious and now the audience starts in and everybodys giggling and in mid-giggle she adds
' . . . Then I could go home and say the retarded boy invited me.'
And she's just crimson, like she can't believe what she just said but she can't stop giggling.
The moment was at once both unreal and hyper-real. I saw it happen to a weatherman once, a little cartoon image of this weather man marched across the screen wearing some goofy St. Patrick's outfit and the sight of this on his moniter sent him into the mother of all gigglefits. I busted a gut laughing in sympathy because I saw what he was seeing from that moment on. The universe had become absurd. The maps behind him would change, and the little numbers would appear disappear and they were absurd, and the little weather symbols - the whole weather forecast experience was rendered absurd while he was caught in this gigglefit and the Universe had become Absurd w/ a capital A - It just happened to me the other week. My mom gave me some of my dad's China-Burma-India Veterans Association liquor stash that she didn't want and one bottle was marked Tequila but after enough beers I couldn't tell Tequila from Corn Squeezin's & I got into about threefour shots but it wasn't Tequila at all I discovered the next day that the tequila label was taped on and I had been drinking someone's hi octane moonshine. But before I passed out I was sitting on my yoga mat laughing so stinking hard my gut was cramping and then suddenly I was crying just as hard as I'd been laughing. Right now I can almost see the moment in which the Universe became nonsensical . . . But only almost. I can't quite touch it. For now it's either the Simpsons or the Evening News . . . come on Seinfeld :D

Bablooga Floogristle

Hey, identify the flick:

"Skin that smoke wagon . . .
Jerk that pistol and go to work!
THROW DOWN, BOY!"

and this one:

Tie these chowderheads off to the boot
Biggern' a nine tit sow
I got a proper geegaw!

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MOVIE LINKS
MOVIE BOOKS
SCREENWRITER LINKS

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"Listening to Mozart makes your hiney pooch out
but listening to Bach makes it clench back in."

This website was established in 1996 as a creative outlet for we and our friends. If featured a guestbook, and later a community board(abandoned because of the endless popups, tho if everyone in the world would download POW, the popup killer from those WONDERFUL folks at )ANALOG X they'd probably visit & use the Community Board . The early Appalachian Station featured links to Sean, Irene(Piebald), Sparky(Kim) and Pixiecat(Sherri). Sean moved away and went to work in NYC and was a block away from the towers 9/11. He looked for a while but turned away because he didn't want to see people jump anymore. So he was turned away when the second plane hit. He thought then it must be a missile attack and ran and hid under the Brooklyn Bridge. I asked if he expected any post-traumatic stress disorders from the ordeal and he replied 'Nah'. Ten years before he was a valued colleague in the realm of space music and Bug music. He plays guitar and drums. He owned the first Ensoniq I ever played with- it was an EPS 16+. His mom was named Bette. Bette was a nurse and sang in a band called Cosmic Bush. She was a good friend. She died of cancer in 1992. Irene was then matriarch of the farm. She spent time as Sean's main squeeze. She once interviewed our band on local tv. Sparky travelled a bunch. She married Donald. Some of her stuff is here. Sherri was Faith's room mate back in the early 80s. She sang with Faith in a band called Travesty Her songbook was called 'Flygutz'. A tatter of Sherri remains here. The first issue also featured prominent mention of the flick
"Asphalt Junkie", a shoestring indie whose director, Bob, sought permission to use a song I'd written called, "I Want More". You can download the demo of that song by clicking here. That inaugural edition front page is long gone, but I found a page dating from two years later. Here it is. Forgive broken links if you peruse these pages, for they are cobwebs. Or do something akin to what they suggest you do in the liner notes of the vinyl Woodstock album, where they suggest you think of the lousy sound quality as something akin to the scars in fine leather, proof of the authenticity of the product.

Something Akin

Here we go. Okay, how about clueful
Or cluemore
or Reachie and the Crossleggers, or Ouchie and Ouchier, or The Cornteen - or Mother Tongue -or AngelFreak -or You Better -or The Huge Rugged Inn -or Grandmalia -or April Foam -or muddy footsock -or flying latigos -or LITTLE MEAL SLUT -or FREANKENSEX -or DRACULUST -or SLUTMEAL -or SLUTLUST -or DINKY STAB -or erin go braless -or SEXCAKE -or SEXBEER -or Henzo & The Nogginizer -or Night Grafitti -or spacely sprockets -or Think Tacks -or Mind gorillas -or Cross John Real -or BLOUIS - SPIKE - MOON - MUNCHIE - SIXPACK - BOOKER - DANNUM - BRUTUS HOOVER - Angelfreak - FOLLOWING AUTUMN - SOMBER SEPTEMBER - SALLOW SPRING - GASH ON THE SPOOK - THE BIG COCK RANDY MOUNTAIN - UNIVERSE GULCH - CHANCE'S LAST JUMP - MISBORN DRIVE IN HICKORY TOWN (Lancaster) - Interflicting With The Tensicals - WASTING HIGH -

I was checking out a white SG at Ray's guitar stand over to the Leesport Auction the day after Stevie Ray Vaughn died. Ray was in his seventies. Played '40s & 50s jazz guitar REAL well. Played everything in horn keys. Called 'A' a 'hillbilly chord'. When I mentioned SRV had died Ray responded, "Well God rest his soul, but now there's one less of 'em."

It ends where it begins, in a screaming splashdrop of deja vu, in the Stabletense Saloon, under the crossed flags, in the shadow of Stone Mountain.

***

EZ PULLY - the pully game made from Yoga! In the early morning, before the eaties, before the wickety-walk, and even before the pee n' poo, there's EZ Pully, the pully game made from Yoga! The neat thing is that all those activities end in 'Yay, Bodie!' and the vigorous clapping of our hands CONFESSIONS OF A FAILED NOVELIST

Answer mail first, to 'get it out of the way'
CREATE CHARTS
OUTLINE EVERY DROP OF LIFE OUT OF EVERY NOTION
Reduce every sentence to it's bare essence

Writer's block leads to fabulous doodles
Failed novels lead to bad poetry

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MEMOIR

Things go faster behind you.
As you get older you build up speed.
Until you're PLOWING right through life like the Mach One through snow, increasing mass all the way
via the weight of your memories.
Days dont only come more quickly; they disappear behind you more quickly . . . .
Can you remember your last birthday? Does it seem like years ago?

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Tulip: Now I lay me down to sleep
Sheilagh and John-John: Now I lay me down to sleep
Tulip: Pray the Lord my soul to keep
Sheilagh and John-John: Pray the Lord my soul to keep
Tulip: If I should die before I wake
Sheilagh and John-John: If I should die before I wake
Tulip: Pray the Lord my sould to take
Sheilagh and John-John: Pray the Lord my sould to take
And God Bless MeMommie, Poppy & Thelma, Mommy & Daddy, Nana & Grandpa, Sheilagh & John-John, and everybody, Amen.

(And night-night Teddy, and night-night Pinky, and night-night Tige. And please don't let me have Nightmares. And Please don't let me Sleepwalk. Thank You. The Threefold Amen - Amen, Amen, Ahhhhhhhh-ahhhhhhhhhhh-Men.)

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MeMommie didnt like to see dead actors on tv. Poppy figured that two sheets of toilet paper were enough. MeMommie made me bacon sandwiches with mustard, and sweet sweet tea. When we visited we drew water from the well. Tulip wouldn't wear slacks when visiting her mom. She wore dresses.

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When I was a kid a nickel would get me one piece of black licorice, one piece of red licorice,
four candy hats & a root beer barrel. The bus driver was named Henne, he owned Henne's Luncheonette. If you gave him a nickel for candy in the morning, he'd have it waiting on the bus in the afternoon. I'd eat it while playing with my King Zor or Fanner Fifty.

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I've heard all the giblets like 'find your own voice' & 'write what you know', but y'know what? I don't think I HAVE a voice of my own. Too many times I've caught myself repeating a recently absorbed notion. I'm smart enough to know that others define me by what I spew & I only spew the best but. If I am what I eat & not what I spew . . . then what? I spew what I eat? All I know is that others have illustrated stuff so sublimely that it forced me to know it. Here are some books that did so:

The Hamlet
Lonesome Dove
The Tao Of Physics
The Dancing Wu-Li Masters
Deliverance
One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest
Sometimes A Great Notion
The Joyous Cosmology
The Catcher In The Rye &
Nine Short Stories . . . Lion Hound
and short stories . . . Light Of Other Days, Dead In Irons, I Have No Mouth & I Must Scream, The Saliva Tree, Weyr Search . . . and even earlier: Rockets & Spaceships, a book from the 'fifties that my Nana unwittingly bought me TWICE.

. . . and suddenly so many more that what began as a list of reads in reverse chronological order has become in my mind a fudgy stockpile . . . no a hazy hodgepodge . . . no a sincere gumbo . . . of influential books and the specter of glaring omissions--

"I thought that when you killed a man, that finished it. But it don't. It just starts then." -- Mink Snopes

The same thing happens when you kill an idea. Then it begins . . . You know what they say, you gotta kill God to be God, you gotta best the Best to be Better, you bet lol

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A Grand Illusion
A Grand Andalusion God
Tween Sensate

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Get in here, boozy. You're late for your drunkening.

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Stresserella

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If McMurtry's 'Lonesome Dove' needs to be savored like really good wine, then Faulkner's 'The Hamlet' is Jack Daniel's, and needs to be sipped

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DOG RAPPIN' B4 NAPPIN'
My name's Ty Bodie and I really like to chew
And I can chew your thumb and I can chew your shoe
And maybe I'll chew the rest of you
And if you try to hurt my mommy I'll DO YOU HARM
And if you try to hurt my daddy I'LL DO YOU HARM
My name's Ty Bodie and I like to shred stuff
And my bite's worse than my bark and my bark is pretty tough
And I like to play the pulley game
And then I lose interest
And then I'm really tired . . .

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Dull Care & the Dark Undersides

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Interdimensional Penetration

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Marxy Pillager & the Socialist Benefactors

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Grumblestilskin just grumblin' along like a grumblin' grumbleweed

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I'm just a fun house reflection of what I see
I'm not even a real Modo
I'm just a Quasi Modo

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If they can call Mcgriff the Crime Dog they can damn well call Rolen the Thompson Gunner, and Todd Pratt 'LeanEater'
. . . and Thome 'Marissa' lol

The Umpire evaluation machine should measure unpire inconsistency instead of the strike zone.

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REMEMBER TO SEE THESE FLICKS:
SEE THE SEA
THE SWIMMING POOL
THE NIGHT PORTER

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1/10/03 How about that 'Hamlet' by wm faulkner. difficult sentence structure but the man knows how to hold a thought. I'm glad i struggled thru the first part 'Flem', because it seems to be only a set up for the second part, 'Eula', which is a flat-out amazing portrait of a young woman. If you start The Hamlet, stick with it till you get to 'Eula'. It's worth it imho - speaking of worth it, goddam i can't listen to the Dixie Chicks sing 'Travelling Soldier' without starting to cry. Easily the most heartbreaking track of the year thusfar.

Once you start rewriting, you're not able to stop. With each draft the fundamental banality and worthlessness of the material becomes more evident even as its vitality and spontaneity are drained from it. - Barry N. Malzberg

DREAMS 08/12/2001 A story about property rights in a New England village. The story ends, the camera takes us to the end of town. A river. The camera swings left and we look up the river. The river goes up into a forest of sugar maples. The camera swings the way we've come. The river is obscured by a hill or cliff. The right half of the screen is thus black, a perfect place for the credits to roll. The left half shows stately old homes through the trees. Just when the credits should roll someone in the car notices the policeman at the river end of town. We have to go back. A young policewoman in a police car swings through town. Something about animating inanimate objects? About the season?(autumn) About a chemical in the soil? We check old houses? I ask a man if the straps around my neck from my field recorder could suddenly begin to choke me and he says maybe. The end - a call from the funeral home - a cadaver is moving by itself. 09/02/2001 Young Dave burying the boys. 09/14/2001 A bar with dave and phil i order a pitcher and a glass it's expensive i get faith to pay cause i don't have my wallet i think it's the eagle hotel, but set up wrong the bartender looks like lew alter i have to pee and shake my weenie near a sleeping woman faith's shirt opens and i can see her breasts 09/24/2001 Big planes come overhead Ground fire starts shooting them down We steal a car and leave town venus comes with 09/25 or 26/2001 Talking to Natalie Maines Following her crawling through a barrel at a function like a Stonehedge Carnival or something. I'm in the past. Telling her that the Dixie Chicks are going to be HUGE. I'm from the future. 11/6/2001 Went to outdoor Tracy Lawrence concert at night. Lots of people, big dog, big tan dog wandering around. Indoor that night it's leesport auction place I have stuff there, boxes of stuff and old writings The boss there is named Bob. Stocky, brown beard, blue eyes He takes us home in a car with leather interior I'm in the back seat Bob keeps falling asleep behind the wheel Faith wakes him up Trucks come in the opposite direction 11/11/2001 Big Out door Party Holly Troutman in a room Seventies vibe She says later Outdoors Big yard. Lots of people Tybo running around being a pain in the ass Me saying hi to people Kenny and vicki and little blond girl sitting on the grass I say hi to them. As i pass by i yell back hi kenny, hi vicki, hi erin Thats not erin. it's Amanda (Or Adrian) I tell her she's pretty She's on the other side of long cafeteria table or something Then Black black clouds in raggedy tatters blow under sunny sky and white clouds It starts to rain like hell I run up to close windows it's at our old house in the new room above the porch behind sheilagh's room a guy is living in there and when i press my face to the glass he says get away, go away i'm trying to sleep, you're ruining my life and stuff he's got long hair and a beard shortish beard and wire rim glasses he climbs into a sleeping bag and tells me never to bother him again i close a window at the end of the hall I then go into what must be nana's room, where holly was to close those windows holly's not there but there are skis everywhere, skiis in the bathtub and all around the adjoining room is full of kids, kids sleeping kids watching three televisions that are all on at once, young ones and older ones. no holly, but there are dogs and many small ticks and insects all over the brown rug a kid has ticks in his hand i say give them to me many many little ticks i leave the room with two ticks in the palm of my hand 11/15/2001 Climbing to the Pinnacle, grassy, me and faith A big black dog, me on a bike, up the side of the hill then in a kind of church, in the back talking to jill i go front to sit in the pew just as collection plate is being passed i take a bite of hershey's kiss, it's inedible, i spit it out 11/28/2001 I'm at grandma and grandpas. faith has gone off somewhere for a long time, might not return AND i have a home in jalapa, in the complex where smitty used to live. I wonder if i can find the place. one of the bat boys (sherri's upstairs neigbhors in A-town, Fat kids that would shake the floors while shouting stuff like "YOU STOLE MY TWINKIE!! and smacking each others' heads into the floor above us YOU STOLE MY TWINKIE (smack-smack) -one of those fat sad dudes is there? someone like him, getting the mail? Suddenly it's me and nancy returning from somewhere after a loooong time guitars and pieces of guitars on tables upstairs, they belonged to people that used to hang out with us in the old days now it's a nancy dream, she's returned from somewhere and we're in the house we once shared. on a table in the back is a grilled cheese sandwich and a bowl of macaroni. i point out that mice haven't been there to eat 'em. i't a big house that's vaguely reminiscent of leesport. outside it's more like the place from the first dream in this document. hilly, trees My friends leave in two buses two buses go off in two different directions we're on the porch as the friends go away I offer the guys who remain on the porch some beer, but then LOTS of people come in, guys and gals and i don't have enough beers. I pull some pabst blue ribbons and a few pony rolling rocks and hand them out but there isn't enough In the downstairs refrig in the back are things that look like klondike bars but are really meats -- I go up onto the third floor to look for a beer, but the yellow refrigerator is ducktaped shut. 12/09/2001 Two dreams. In the first, Me and Faith have been kidnapped by a Spleef Weber look alike and his Coke head buddies, some guys and at least two women. Rainy outside. Spending a long time figuring the right moment to escape. I consider putting hot sauce on my fingertips and jamming my fingers into their eyes. Upstairs, a big dog. In a small room at the top of the stairs. Familiar place. Rainy outside. Second dream Grandpa has lost his car in the restaurant parking lot and Faith sees it, I go in and get Grandpa, meet the receptionist ladies, take Grandpa out, but it's not the right car anyway. 08/12/2001 A story about property rights in a New England village. The story ends, the camera takes us to the end of town. A river. The camera swings left and we look up the river. The river goes up into a forest of sugar maples. The camera swings the way we've come. The river is obscured by a hill or cliff. The right half of the screen is thus black, a perfect place for the credits to roll. The left half shows stately old homes through the trees. Just when the credits should roll someone in the car notices the policeman at the river end of town. We have to go back. A young policewoman in a police car swings through town. Something about animating inanimate objects? About the season?(autumn) About a chemical in the soil? We check old houses? I ask a man if the straps around my neck from my field recorder could suddenly begin to choke me and he says maybe. The end - a call from the funeral home - a cadaver is moving by itself. 12/14/2001 Volleyball party Squishy grass on court, muddy Gary starting a fire in a barrel Escaping through a bunch of baddies Swimming down a frozen river then running down frozen river then it's a road then hiding in a soybean field THE LAST TWO DREAMS OF 2001 Nana's home in NYC taken over by young toughs. and An explosion on an airplane overhead and it rains coins. 01/27/2002 The Dentist He was distracted. He gave me the novocain and it didn't hurt he drilled out the old filling but then he had to do something else. His little wounded black and yellow hummingbird was on the floor and I had to keep an eye on it so it wouldn't get stepped on. I had to wait while he cut out a little baggie of pot. He was dealing pot as well as practicing dentistry. I had to move dishes & forks and stuff from the dentist chair. it was just a regular chair. 02/18/2002 another take over the world dream the aliens were here i made the decision to hide their keys, two big big keyrings, i hid 'em behind books and left geerings to find faith i knew terry had a place near redners faith did too i had to walk at night with the shotgun james garner was at a secret base jack lord makes the nab in front of geerings house they are really dog people wonder why we're tougher than inhabitants of most planets. yellow eyes, doglike miami, bridge with sunglasses embedded 03/17/2002 A haunted house. Grey stone, cut stone, or cement, like a bank. Old. Sean had researched it. Nobleman had locked his daughter in a room for two years. It sprawled. Some of it was on the far side of the street. It was in a city or town. Sheilagh and some people were staying upstairs there. I needed to give her a newspaper but she was sleeping on a sofa and I couldn't find the page to turn the paper to and leave it there. The ghost was interefering with my ability to find the page. I said hell with it. Then we were staying in a different building. Some guy pointed out that the ghost would be pissed when he got home. "This is where he comes in. This is where he hangs his coat. This is where he crosses the floor. Young Dave had to change the pickups on his guitar!" Then Faith wants to take a shower. She goes off through this large, dirtfloor basement. I follow, saying I want to be with her. She says okay, but she's far ahead. I see a ghost but not her. She's disapppeared around a corner. The ghost vanishes as I approach. It's gloomy. Faith has gotten some stuff from a closet . . . 4/2002 A spamboree at the farm. Sean, Aj grandma joan troutman micki vicki cheryl mick luc gary inside washing dishes - gary d. grabs my nose, i say hi the beer tap is busted and spraying beer there's a big tv with dalmations on it tybo jumps at it and she's real big too grandma is upset, she's very thin, thin face like thelma Lady passed coffee around somebody hands me a vial of joints and says 'these are from sean' a kid who put finger on the steps and i said, 'have fun in school on monday' 4/02 Courtney and Steve walk by at an outdoor christian meeting Steve can walk we sang at the end, a big jolly guy with a white shirt got me in a bear hug and said, come on, sing. so I gave in and began to sing church songs with the christians. 09/03/2002 walking with george wagner up a mountain. He's carrying a big brown suitcase, which he slings off the side of the mountain. It lands beside the road far below. bernville fire hall, there is a dance. it is crowded with volunteer firemen and other folks. kenny is there and has these big glasses, one lens bigger than the other, that when you wear them it makes things appear to strobe. two women are at the bar, they are very unattractive, they begin to make out. neither are wearing underwear. now we are at john henne's gas station, but it is done up like a crash pad. a girl is showing her boobs, the hostess kicks us out. across the street, firemen need to borrow our bright red pickup truck. there is a gigantic playground/disneyland/carnival thing going on there across the road from john hennes. my job is to open a big gate to one of the areas. i get lost, some one gets hurt . . . 11/12/02 In a boat choppy water, to a glacier, vertical wall, opening. Inside an office. Luc throws an ashtray Mick in a fishnet shirt going to do a roofing job for Chuck.

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Bablooga Floogristle
Rogue Combustion
Spum Sputum
Gagmaster
Cranial Obligation
Smiley Brunette
no change in intent to deny sex occured.
OPPORTUNITY W/WOODSY DRUMS
JERRY'S DAD AND OLD GLORIES
NOTHING W/OUT MY FATHER AND FATHER JIM
PROFESSOR SCHNITZEL SAMPLED DUTCHIES AND AUDIENCE SOUNDS TURNING INTO ANIMAL NOISES

A BUM GOIN THINKIN IN THE NIGHT

. . . poor dumb white trash valentine.

can i make you an angel
can i clothe you in my dream

from her little tiny hiney to her perky bazooms
kooker's back in town!

in the bloodless morning something counterfeit turned

. . . you wearing your X of scar tissue we stand in the forest and
indicate each other once again

in golden motes of morninglight
i glimpsed the black ballet
from that dark dance, in horror,
i tore my eyes away

all i need is the air that i breathe and these handcuffs

ol brother boo whose kooker is beer
had a lung collapse but he didnt fear

here comes johnny with his pecker in his hand,
he's a one ball man and he's off to the rodeo. . .(from predator 2?)

dern good neighbor, dern good fence

whiskey kilt his yonderlust, whiskey kilt his tolerance

jealous much?

Parkie Sasser

Sometimes you feel for my nuts, sometimes you kneel for my futz

I'd rather bite a rook than right a book

sleek and oblique

a guy pulls out his glass eye for effect.

another guy reacts by saying "Oooh. Socket to me."

"He's not a real martyr."

"No, he's a K-Marter"

scarchasm

AN ALBUM CALLED 'SEX STARVED TRAILER TRASH'
obsessed by sex and tortured by my art
Recycle Except we recycle near the prison and they use prisoners or used to And they were cool, really gathered around bo for some lovin didn't care what kind of cigarettes, just lots of matches Grandmaster Gimmee Oh Screamine Her hiney Gingol as is the human body, so is the cyberbody
as is the human mind, so is the cybermind
as is the cosm, so is the cybercosm
as is the universe, so is the cyberverse

a combustion of illusions
a buddha other than you
exultation of the possible

religious buttons
organ death
alcohol safety
bicycle dogs
geriatric trucking
interstate bible
Old Light, Rotten Light
outer darkness
midnite grafitti
In A Balmy Nation
High Times & Misty Meaners
Timeberline
Tensificals--as in The Tensificals of Big Clete
EMPYREAN: CELESTIAL, FORMED OF LIGHT
Gratifiction
Androgyne
Clever Endeavor
Granny's Square Eyeball
Misguided Topical Bent
Sexbeer
Muncle Wiggly
Morphic Resonance--(morphogenetic: form-creating)
Rom, you lass
and Ream Ass!
consummation devoutly to be missed
Hard Looks
Satisfaction, Conclusion, Inevitibility, Surprise
Concentration
Relaxation
Balance
Power
Chi
snuffabye
THE GAZE AND GRAZE
MARDI GRAS ON A LEASH
THE TOTEM BOWL
THE THRILL & THRALL
LIL' CTHULU'S HORRIBLE MISSHAPEN ROOM
ONE MAN'S MEAT
FISTULA
BECALMED IN AMBER
THE HUGE RUGGED INN
TWITCHIN' AT THE ALTER
CLOTHED IN A RAGGEDY DREAM
BIG CIRCLE BROKE
JEALOUS MUCH?
LIKE TO WATCH?
BONERAMA
ULTRA LOUNGE
EDGE PLAY CAFE
DOOB STATION ALPHA
HER ORAL CRAFT

ECHOEY POINTS MINE
PAINTY CAN NED
ETHERBREATHER
GIGGLIN SINKAGE
OLDER MEN'S FEET, BLACK SOCKS
SHIT DON'T STICK TO A TAPEWORM
EYE BATTER POOP
DRUNKEN HOWDYFEST
august 1998

the the hard on's a lonely hunter
with just one lonely eye
ring baloney yoni

spirit rot tentavirus
spank theory
'cuddliness' for 'cunnilingus'
a chilled grease sandwich
Gower of Shitterbend

sum-child
dividend
product
remainder

Sum Buddy
Diva Den
Prod Dick
Remained Her

july, 1998

iris blitch you frigid bitch(for wanting to keep dick
and liz out of the country because they were
'undesirable'
slanguage
validate rape
Here, Virgil. Try some more of these butter beans
you blameless and your infernal stone casting
obsessed by sex and tortured by my art
and to be dull on the edsel livin' show
blurry scribble
station scrible
sgt scribble
sgt scrabble
sorry scribbler
sore blur
no change in intent to deny sex occured. 1/10 earlier Grandpa always said, "Give a man luck, and Shit'll do for brains". He also said, "If the dog hadn't stop to piss he would've caught the rabbit" I told him about the dog stopping at the pond to admire the bone in the mouth of his reflection, then trying to take the bone away from the reflection and ending up dropping his bone into the pond OPPORTUNITY W/WOODSY DRUMS
JERRY'S DAD AND OLD GLORIES
NOTHING W/OUT MY FATHER AND FATHER JIM
PROFESSOR SCHNITZEL SAMPLED DUTCHIES AND AUDIENCE SOUNDS TURNING INTO ANIMAL NOISES

A BUM GOIN THINKIN IN THE NIGHT

. . . poor dumb white trash valentine.

can i make you an angel
can i clothe you in my dream

from her little tiny hiney to her perky bazooms kooker's back in town!

in the bloodless morning something counterfeit turned
. . . you wearing your X of scar tissue we stand in the forest and
indicate each other once again

in golden motes of morninglight
i glimpsed the black ballet
from that dark dance, in horror,
i tore my eyes away

all i need is the air that i breathe and these handcuffs

ol brother boo whose kooker is beer
had a lung collapse but he didnt fear

here comes johnny with his pecker in his hand,
he's a one ball man and he's off to the rodeo. . .(from predator 2?)

dern good neighbor, dern good fence

whiskey kilt his yonderlust, whiskey kilt his tolerance

jealous much?

Sometimes you feel for my nuts, sometimes you kneel for my futz

I'd rather bite a rook than right a book

sleek and oblique

a guy pulls out his glass eye for effect. another guy reacts by saying "Oooh. Socket to me."

"He's not a real martyr."
"No, he's a K-Marter"

scarchasm

AN ALBUM CALLED 'SEX STARVED TRAILER TRASH'

obsessed by sex and tortured by my art

as is the human body, so is the cyberbody
as is the human mind, so is the cybermind
as is the cosm, so is the cybercosm
as is the universe, so is the cyberverse

a combustion of illusions
a buddha other than you
exultation of the possible

religious buttons
organ death
alcohol safety
bicycle dogs
geriatric trucking
interstate bible
Old Light, Rotten Light
outer darkness
midnite grafitti
In A Balmy Nation
High Times & Misty Meaners
Timeberline
Tensificals--as in The Tensificals of Big Clete
EMPYREAN: CELESTIAL, FORMED OF LIGHT
Gratifiction
Androgyne
Clever Endeavor
Granny's Square Eyeball
Misguided Topical Bent
Sexbeer
Muncle Wiggly
Morphic Resonance--(morphogenetic: form-creating)
Rom, you lass
and Ream Ass!
consummation devoutly to be missed
Hard Looks
Satisfaction, Conclusion, Inevitibility, Surprise
Concentration
Relaxation
Balance
Power
Chi
crucifucky
snuffabye
THE GAZE AND GRAZE
MARDI GRAS ON A LEASH
THE TOTEM BOWL
THE THRILL & THRALL
LIL' CTHULU'S HORRIBLE MISSHAPEN ROOM
ONE MAN'S MEAT
FISTULA
BECALMED IN AMBER
THE HUGE RUGGED INN
TWITCHIN' AT THE ALTER
CLOTHED IN A RAGGEDY DREAM
BIG CIRCLE BROKE
JEALOUS MUCH?
LIKE TO WATCH?
BONERAMA
ULTRA LOUNGE
EDGE PLAY CAFE
DOOB STATION ALPHA
HER ORAL CRAFT

ECHOEY POINTS MINE
PAINTY CAN NED
ETHERBREATHER
GIGGLIN SINKAGE
OLDER MEN'S FEET, BLACK SOCKS
SHIT DON'T STICK TO A TAPEWORM
EYE BATTER POOP
DRUNKEN HOWDYFEST
august 1998

the the hard on's a lonely hunter
with just one lonely eye
ring baloney yoni

spirit rot tentavirus
spank theory
'cuddliness' for 'cunnilingus'
a chilled grease sandwich
Gower of Shitterbend

sum-child
dividend
product
remainder
july, 1998

iris blitch you frigid bitch(for wanting to keep dick
and liz out of the country because they were
'undesirable'
slanguage
validate rape
you blameless and your infernal stone casting
obsessed by sex and tortured by my art
and to be dull on the edsel livin' show
blurry scribble
station scrible
sgt scribble
sgt scrabble
sorry scribbler
sore blur
no change in intent to deny sex occured.

Kriner's Swing
Wolfgang
Dean Marberger

Gene Roth- traded a nice litte toy gun for a nice plastic dog from my farm set - Grandma: "Well he must really like that gun 'cause he sure loves those dogs!"

Bobby John- adventurous

Callie Bender & Florence ("I only have crumps")
Calvin Bender(butch)(cawtawn rodeo)
June Bender("pot pie")

Darlene Adams
Robert Hartz
Clarence Heffner
David Speicher (teased by Dawn Carson in fourth or fifth grade)
Dawn Carson, (Jim Carson's sister, Red Hettinger's girlfriend) She died shortly after she graduated.

Leroy Zellers (scraunchie)
Alvin Keeney
Ozzie Oswald
Benny Reed
Joey Bertram
Joyce Bertram
Tootie
The Kites
Maureen Moriarity
Cindy Keppley
Teresa Keppley
Kay Blatt
Scatt Graeff
Bobby & Lester Moyer
Eric Troutman
Tommy Troutman
Holly Troutman
James Troutman
Stumpy
Cupcake
Curt & Christy
Tootie
Benny Reed
Ozzy Oswald
Tobie Tobias
Sam Tobias
Mary Tobias (first color tv)
Muhlenburg Sportsman's Club
Jimmy & Joyce Bertram
Jack Reed
John Fox
Calvin Zerbe
Donald Emrich
Eddie Stump
Ronald Stamm
Dean Sweigart
Eddie Barrell
Eugene Miller
Ike Benzel
Terry Meredith
Tweety
Pat Scholl
Karen Kroner
Jody Brooks
Suzy Atkins

My Grandma From South Carolina - MeMommie:
She had a book about the Titanic.
While visiting I received a big box of comics from one of my cousins. I was so grateful, I threw my self onto the pile of comics like the rat threw himself on the hardtack biscuit in that shipwreck survivor story.

I gave the comics to a black kid I met on the train home
Later I took my own reading material. One year I took a magazine article about Linda Eastman. Linda and Me. Read it grateful for the diversion.

Crosseyed Thelma - never noticed her crossed eye til I was older. She hit her head on a sewing machine? ? ?

In a house Poppy built. With a well

We'd take walks with our mom, me and mary louise. we called the road the May - Lou - Ez road?

GARDNER'S GRO & SER STA

My Memoirs
I was born in NYC, in Queens. I lived at 3511 Junction Blvd. I lied a LOT. I was a habitual liar.

the first time K tried pot, he said, "My neck's getting bigger!" luc thought gary was a mop, but then he moved

subway recall-
gwtw poster
candy newsstands
candy machines
yellow rolls royce poster

IN 1975 MIKE BRUNNER PAINTED HOUSES with MIKE STERNBERG WHO in 1977 SUPERVISED THE CANAL CREW
The canal crew

Mudballs along the Union Canal
Mick - leggalegga then they'll pull out a knife and KILL YA.
Motorcycle Wick Wack
Big Fat Guy
Cigarette from the Hippie
Lean To
Dinty Moore
Strohs
Hearts
Acid at lunch
Water sparkle
MUDBALL

Missed the hockey game

rick
brian
dennis
red
wickwack
felix
louie
yonnie covas
jeter
headbowl
mike

al la kunkle

ON THE DUDE CREW
Uncle Ben
Swopie
Sam Speicher
Ricky Shultz
Jeff (Breedy)Pine (Birsh)
Jeff Rhoades
Tink
Cindy
Skinny Sexy Secretary
Al Schoenbeck
Bill Semmel

RICK BROUGH

My First Band:
Billy Huey
Me
(first recorded tape of our band)

Second Band:
Richard Davis
Kenny Noecker
George Wagner
Me

Third Band
Johnny Heffelfinger
Bill Pflueger
Jim Luckenbill

My Best Friends, Pre-School thru Sixth Grade. Gene Loeb
Robert Huey
Gene Roth
Eddie Barrell
Barry Shaw
Clarence Hefner
Lee Groff
Kenny Showers
Johnny Heffelfinger

Folks Who Gave Me A Hard Time -
The Benzels
Janice Krammes
Cheryl Ehrnfeldt
John Olesh

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First Crush: That nice girl with brown hair. Marcia Kintzer? Short brown hair, sweet round face. From the One Room School House.

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First Girlfriend - Susan Snyder

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Mrs Koursarus, fourth grade. My second crush. short, round faced, sympathetic. Luke had a crush on her too.

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Third crush: Louise Henke. Long wavy blond hair, slim, unatainable, unscalable, seemingly incased in a glowing wihite aura so that you couldnt even focus on her features, probably only the blur from looking away too quickly, because that eye contact like to burn me or melt me.

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We'd follow her at a great distance at lunch break. Outside on the baseball and soccer fieldsm crouching behind scoreboards and trees, giggling and elbowing each other until her boyfriend threatened to kick our asses. (Ronald Stamm Mrs. Etchberger: "He said he'd kick us in the ass!" "Where, Ronald?" "IN THE ASS!")

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First Boob. Slutty Donna, in ninth grade, at a school dance. By Accident. I was sitting beside her, nervous with my arm around her. I thought I was caressing her shoulder. I looked up and her slutty blond friend was staring at her with her hanging mouth open. I looked at her at her laughing eyes and smile, and then I looked past her to see why my competitor for her charms, Reber, had suddenly moved his arm from where it had circling her waist. That's when I noticed . . . it wasn't her round shoulder I was holding, my arm was all the way around front holding her BOOB. Right there in the cafeteria.

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Gooshie Gechter - in fourth grade terry meredith broke his black bat and we, the guys in the class all pitched in to buy him a new one and at his first at-bat, he broke it.

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BANDMATES

BONER BOB AND HIS HALF PAST GIVE A SHIT BOYS
WHISTLIN BOB
GUI BOB
GUCCI BOB

WILD BILL
FOOTY THE BILL
WET WILLY
FREE WILLY
BAD BACK BILL
THE GREEK TYPHOON
GRECIAN FORMULA NO.1

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Brian Speicher
Rodney Speicher
David Speicher
Shirley Speicher
Craig Showers
Lynn Degler
Les Degler
Barb Weiland
Scott Keener
Chubby
Marcy Dautrich
Scott Graeff
Kriner's Swing
Wolfgang
Dean Marberger

Grief comes in waves
SPAMBORILLY AND ROSES
worried-looking old folks
sleepy sound man over a dusty board
its polka time at the festplatz
day nine

two old farts, lookin' out their heads

The mountains soften and the wind sings through.
Jutland, where the teuton dwelt.

One eye knows, one eye wonders

Whore Moans

Sex naked and bright as a hexifier

Death's Head
Hoverbee
Footbelly Clean
sleek and oblique, spongy pink
ribbon against tongue
creamy vat
little fleshy bone where pee comes out being bad
HYSTERIA: THE SUFFOCATION OF THE MOTHER
Want Me To Dunk You An Egg?
WANT AUNT ANGIE TO SEE YOUR FEET?
MY life a forest, each memory a tree
You wearing your X of scar tissue
In single woven aura we stand in the path and indicate each other once again
and when my days here peter out
i hope i have my peter out
and the form fit the function and the function fit the hand . . .
so write yourself, then

the odor of rotting mossa and vomit-covered babies
the odor of hot iron and tears

MOMENTIDE

Night Shavoose
Swear Engine

SCREAMER
BLANKER
VOIDER
SPINECHIMER

it tingles when the phone's for you
it tingles when it isn't

you tingle when the phone's for her

the words splash like voided beer
thotstain on the clean whites
loose ends all frayed and dangling, tangling up this flat
sixty watt night

and finally it's not only time that is a-changin'
now it's dribbles
it dribbles
its dribbles

and it's concentrated
distilled

bring on the beer and diversion

Eye Contact Makes Me Horny

Are You not mad, my friend?
What time o' the moon is it?
Have you not maggots in your brain?
john fletcher: women pleased III iv. 1620

bring on the beer and diversion
cause there's no finer backdro for the tentative gesture
you know we met on the flipside

i was the one in the corner with the hooded eyes
and the hot red ears

you stoked my baby's furnace
with both hands

til it shone in her eyes
and flamed beneath her dress

now i dont know your name, or if you want to kill me
but just now i want to taste your woman's tongue
and she's thinking of you as she offers it

flowers in your baby-baby's hair
sapphire in her eyes

hey moon, wanna go out?
toenails clack and scrabble for purhase
thundering hoofbeats on the hard wood floor

brownflash broadslides around the corner
careens into the coffee table, upsets the lamp

wiggling at the backdoor
moon wants to go out
and he's off, bounding full tilt at first
lost in the joy of cool breeeze and open space
but hsoon his bounding gives way to a purposeful trot
nose close to the ground, evidencing his nooble coonhound ancestry
birds explode around his head but he dont see em
he's lost in the scent,
had to pull the booker form a ground hog hole hole once
nothin left but tail and two hid flegs still digging in

grabbed them legs and pulled
christ he was dirty
but he was smilin'

sum child
product
dividend
remainder

taken in by prison meter
strung out in non self

that which invades is in truth being banished

Joanie and the falcoath Box
The Mural Of St. Swine

The Crimsoned Bannered Twigweed

Arched Vows

You don't buy a bunch of Hack Freyley out of your hat.

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Poets & Writers
Novel Advice
The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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THE ELEMENTS OF STYLE
THE TOOLS OF THE TRADE
LITERARY RESOURCES
JOHN BARTLETT'S FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS

TIPS
WRITE EVERY DAY!
LOOK DEEPLY INTO YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS, WRITE ABOUT WHAT YOU SEE, AND DONT AVERT YOUR EYES
REPETITION BREAKS DOWN INCREDULITY
Belief is induced by seeing and hearing habitually
To convey MEANING be precise and concise
To convey EFFECT, repeat and repeat
Saying it three times makes it so
The more subtle or unusual or intricate the emotion you seek to arouse the more often you must introduce episodes, descriptions or character touches which induce it

Number one swallowed Garthog. Number Two consumd Nezbol. Number Three housed the Utilities. Number Four is now my eyes. I am like sponge walls. I am resilient.

The Horror Joke
The Voider
The Thing that keeps you from ever letting go

Her weapon rent the Carigula's cape and we watched his army fall to soft powder at her feet.

I know some words. Little charms, no big deal. I just wanted to immobilize him. It was a little spell. I can't make people fucking disappear.

Maybe you dont know your own strength.

Irackoo. The Irackoo was beautiful women. But we had presence of mind and crystal clarity.

We leave you lord. said the wimmin, and they backed away into the dark green and chocolate woods

we searched for the trap we feared would spring. but nothing sprung

come back we suggested tentatively.

the irackoo returned. we return to you, lord. they watched us with soft, almost reverent eyes. We sprang back on guard. get back! they retreated instantly. come back we chanced. they did we smiled.