Monday, May 31, 2021

La Gitana

For your hair was full of roses, and my flesh was full of thorns.



Sunday, May 30, 2021


Art Porn

Photographer unknown to me.

“I Can't Wait to Get Off Work (And See My Baby on Montgomery Avenue)”

I don't mind working, 'cause I used to be jerking off most of my time in bars,
I've been a cabbie and a stock clerk and a soda-fountain jock-jerk
And a manic mechanic on cars.
It's nice work if you can get it, now who the hell said it?
I got money to spend on my gal,
But the work never stops, and I'll be busting my chops
Working for Joe and Sal.

And I can't wait to get off work and see my baby,
She said she'd leave the porch light on for me.
I'm disheveled and I'm disdainful and I'm distracted and it's painful,
But this job sweeping up here is gainfully employing me tonight.

Well Tom, do this and Tom, do that, and Tom, don't do that,
Count the cash, clean the oven, dump the trash,
Oh your loving is a rare and a copacetic gift,
And I'm a moonlight watch manic, it's hard to be romantic
Sweeping up over by the cigarette machine,
Sweeping up over by the cigarette machine

I can't wait to get off work and see my baby
She'll be waiting up with a magazine for me.
Clean the bathrooms and clean 'em good, oh your loving I wish you would
Come down here and sweep a-me off my feet, this broom'll have to be my baby,
If I hurry, I just might get off before the dawn's early light.

Epic Anytime Recipes with a World of Flavor

Richa Hingle

Saturday, May 29, 2021


Letter to a Friend

With all its many risks, this life endures
No more than windblown bubbles in a stream.
How marvelous to breathe in and out again,
To fall asleep and then awake refreshed.

Friday, May 28, 2021



The best way to get most husbands to do something is to suggest that perhaps they’re too old to do it.

Thursday, May 27, 2021


“The Dog of Art”

That dog with daisies for eyes
who flashes forth
flame of his very self at every bark
is the Dog of Art.
Worked in wool, his blind eyes
look inward to caverns and jewels
which they see perfectly,
and his voice
measures forth the treasure
in music sharp and loud,
sharp and bright,
bright flaming barks,
and growling smoky soft, the Dog
of Art turns to the world
the quietness of his eyes.

Wednesday, May 26, 2021


On Robert A. Heinlein

He always pictured himself a libertarian, which to my way of thinking means “I want the liberty to grow rich and you can have the liberty to starve.” It’s easy to believe that no one should depend on society for help when you yourself happen not to need such help.

Tuesday, May 25, 2021



Walls have ears.

Doors have eyes.

Trees have voices.

Beasts tell lies.

Beware the rain.

Beware the snow.

Beware the man

You think you know.

Monday, May 24, 2021


The Shining

Monsters are real, ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

Sunday, May 23, 2021



One need not be a chamber to be haunted. One need not be a house. The brain has corridors surpassing material place.

Saturday, May 22, 2021


The Origins of Totalitarianism

One of the greatest advantages of the totalitarian elites of the twenties and thirties was to turn any statement of fact into a question of motive.

Friday, May 21, 2021


If On A Winter’s Night A Traveler

Reading is going toward something that is about to be, and no one yet knows what it will be.

Thursday, May 20, 2021

Art Porn

Photographer unknown to me.


The Unnamable

Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.

Wednesday, May 19, 2021



We must allow ourselves to think, we must dare to think, even though we fail. It is in the nature of things that we always fail, because we suddenly find it impossible to order our thoughts, because the process of thinking requires us to consider every thought there is, every possible thought. Fundamentally we have always failed, like all the others, whoever they were, even the greatest minds. At some point, they suddenly failed and their system collapsed, as is proved by their writings, which we admire because they venture farthest into failure. To think is to fail, I thought.

Tuesday, May 18, 2021

Six Memos for the Next Millennium

Who are we, who is each one of us, if not a combination of experiences, information, books we have read, things imagined? Each life is an encyclopedia, a library, an inventory of objects, a series of styles, and everything can be constantly shuffled and reordered in every way conceivable.

Monday, May 17, 2021


I will talk about the facts and the facts don’t always encourage false respect.

Sunday, May 16, 2021



You protect yourself by thinking if you have all these rituals and routines then nothing can get you.


DakhaBrakha from Free Ukraine
NPR Tiny Desk Concert - Apr 25, 2015
  • "Sho Z-Pod Duba" 0:00
  • "Torokh" 3:43
  • "Divka-Marusechka" 8:07

Vokals, cello, bass drum

Vokals, darbuka, tabla, didjeridoo, accordion, trombone

Vokals, djembe, bass drums, accordion, percussion, bugay, zgaleyka, piano

Vokals, bass drums, percussion, garmoshka

Saturday, May 15, 2021


The Married Man

As you can hear, it’s difficult to learn another language after forty.

Friday, May 14, 2021


“Two Beggars”

Two beggars
sharing a meal of the food they’ve been given

The new moon shines intensely

Adrienne Rich

Thursday, May 13, 2021



Take it for what it is:
a chance to lie low
outside the weekend’s brackets,
to mark off time in minutes,
peat briquettes,
the cluster of units
a cursor eats up.
The sameness of distant bells
and a digital clock’s ellipsis
and cars parked in a row
and the alarm waiting to trip
remains as good as intact—
apart from a dash to the line and back,
the night sky something else.

Wednesday, May 12, 2021



People used to say my music was too difficult or too obscure, and I never set out to be difficult or obscure. I just set out to write what I felt as honestly as I could, and I am delighted when other people feel a part of themselves in the music.
Easy and Delicious Whole Food Recipes for the Everyday Cook

Sophie DeSantis

Tuesday, May 11, 2021


“The Nightingale in Badelunda”

In the green midnight at the nightingale’s northern limit. Heavy leaves hang in trance, the deaf cars race towards the neon-line. The nightingale’s voice rises without wavering to the side, it is as penetrating as a cock-crow, but beautiful and free of vanity. I was in prison and it visited me. I was sick and it visited me. I didn’t notice it then, but I do now. Time streams down from the sun and the moon and into all the tick-tock-thankful clocks. But right here there is no time. Only the nightingale’s voice, the raw resonant notes that whet the night sky’s gleaming scythe.

Monday, May 10, 2021


Chava Alberstein and The Klezmatics

Art Porn

Photographer unknown to me.


The charm of horror only tempts the strong.

Sunday, May 9, 2021


Various Artists

“Shut Up”

I tell you I didn’t do it
‘Cause I wasn’t there
Don’t blame me, it just isn’t fair
You listen to their side
Now listen to mine
Can’t think of a story
Sure you’ll find me sometime

Now pass the blame and don’t blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One) (Two) (Three)
Then I’ll be gone and you’ll forget
The broken window, t.v. set

It wasn’t me either, I’m just his mate
He told me to stand here and watch the gate
I’ve got a wife and three kids you know
They’ll tell you I’m straight, at least I think so
I’m as honest as the day is long,
The longer the daylight, the less I do wrong

Now pass the blame and don’t blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One) (Two) (Three)
Then I’ll be gone and you’ll forget
The broken window, t.v. set

Pass the blame and don’t blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One) (Two) (Three)
Then I’ll be gone and I’ll forget
That what you give is what you get …


Songwriters: Mark William Bedford, Christopher John Foreman, Michael Barson, Cathal Joseph Smyth, Daniel Mark Woodgate, Lee Jay Thompson, Graham Mcpherson

Saturday, May 8, 2021



If on a Winter's Night a Traveler 

Sections in the bookstore:

- Books You Haven't Read

- Books You Needn't Read

- Books Made for Purposes Other Than Reading

- Books Read Even Before You Open Them Since They Belong to the Category of Books Read Before Being Written

- Books That If You Had More Than One Life You Would Certainly Also Read But Unfortunately Your Days Are Numbered

- Books You Mean to Read But There Are Others You Must Read First

- Books Too Expensive Now and You'll Wait 'Til They're Remaindered

- Books ditto When They Come Out in Paperback

- Books You Can Borrow from Somebody

- Books That Everybody's Read So It's As If You Had Read Them, Too

- Books You've Been Planning to Read for Ages

- Books You've Been Hunting for Years Without Success

- Books Dealing with Something You're Working on at the Moment

- Books You Want to Own So They'll Be Handy Just in Case

- Books You Could Put Aside Maybe to Read This Summer

- Books You Need to Go with Other Books on Your Shelves

- Books That Fill You with Sudden, Inexplicable Curiosity, Not Easily Justified

- Books Read Long Ago Which It's Now Time to Re-read

- Books You've Always Pretended to Have Read and Now It's Time to Sit Down and Really Read Them


May 2021

Issue 545

Friday, May 7, 2021


Tom Waits


The Left Hand of Darkness

I talk about the gods, I am an atheist. But I am an artist too, and therefore a liar. Distrust everything I say. 

…. or ….

I talk about the gods, I am an atheist. But I am an artist too, and therefore a liar. Distrust everything I say. I am telling the truth. The only truth I can understand or express is, logically defined, a lie. Psychologically defined, a symbol. Aesthetically defined, a metaphor.

Thursday, May 6, 2021


Grizzly Bear



The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd; the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfactions with the world’s existence.

All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.