Tuesday, December 17, 2019
astronomy and intimacy...a pop-up fantasy
Do Black Holes Have Friends?
The big one in the Milky Way might
...think of the combined warmth
....
the wit of GKChesterton
Poets do not go mad; but chess-players do. Mathematicians go mad, and cashiers; but creative artists very seldom. I am not, as will be seen, in any sense attacking logic: I only say that this danger does lie in logic, not in imagination.
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Saturday, December 14, 2019
Wednesday, December 11, 2019
talk about Primal Screams
In sum,
the diminution and rupture
of the human family
and the rise of identity politics
are not only happening
at the same time.
They cannot be understood
apart from one another
\ Mary Eberstadt
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Tuesday, December 10, 2019
raw comfort
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COLD COLD GROUND
Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe
Never slept with a dream before he had to go away
There's a bell in the tower Uncle Ray bought a round
Don't worry about the army in the cold cold ground
Cold cold ground, cold cold ground, cold cold ground
Never slept with a dream before he had to go away
There's a bell in the tower Uncle Ray bought a round
Don't worry about the army in the cold cold ground
Cold cold ground, cold cold ground, cold cold ground
Now don't be a cry baby when there's wood in the shed
There's a bird in the chimney and a stone in my bed
When the road's washed out they pass the bottle around
And wait in the arms of the cold cold ground
The cold cold ground, the cold cold ground, cold cold ground
There's a bird in the chimney and a stone in my bed
When the road's washed out they pass the bottle around
And wait in the arms of the cold cold ground
The cold cold ground, the cold cold ground, cold cold ground
There's a ribbon in the willow there's a tire swing rope
And a briar patch of berries takin' over the slope
The cat'll sleep in the mailbox and we'll never go to town
Til we bury every dream in the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground, the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground
And a briar patch of berries takin' over the slope
The cat'll sleep in the mailbox and we'll never go to town
Til we bury every dream in the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground, the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground
Gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells
Blow the roof off the goat barn let it roll down the hill
The piano is firewood, times square is a dream
I find we'll lay down together in the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground, cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground
Blow the roof off the goat barn let it roll down the hill
The piano is firewood, times square is a dream
I find we'll lay down together in the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground, cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground
Call the cops on the Breed loves, bring a bible and a rope
And a whole box of rebel and a bar of soap
Make a pile of trunk tires and burn 'em all down
Bring a dollar with you baby in the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground,
in the cold cold ground
And a whole box of rebel and a bar of soap
Make a pile of trunk tires and burn 'em all down
Bring a dollar with you baby in the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground,
in the cold cold ground
Take a weather vane rooster throw rocks at his head
Stop talking to the neighbors til we all go dead
Beware of my temper and the dog that I've found
Break all the windows in the cold cold ground
Stop talking to the neighbors til we all go dead
Beware of my temper and the dog that I've found
Break all the windows in the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground
Tom Waits
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Friday, December 6, 2019
there we were hanging off the edge of the abyss....
Bach's music is the only argument
proving the creation of the Universe
cannot be regarded as a complete failure.
Emil Cioran
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Wednesday, December 4, 2019
the new cultural condensation...drip drip
A saying on the Pacific Rim:
Heaven is an American home, Chinese food,
and a Japanese wife.
Hell is a Chinese home,
Japanese food and an American wife.
.....something is being said here
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