Saturday, January 25, 2014

ACT (Aesthetically Claimed Thing): "Canaries," by Yasunari Kawabata

Here's our man on the late-night #3, reeking of chlorine, sore as anything, reading Kawabata's Palm-of-the-Hand Stories, plotting a new photograph, and quietly weeping.  That kind of week.
Friday, January 24, 2014
Almost Cut My Hair
Written by David Crosby, performed by Crosby Stills Nash & Young

Almost cut my hair
It happened just the other day
It was getting kind of long
I could have said it was in my way

But I didn't and I wonder why
I feel like letting my freak flag fly
And I feel like I owe it to someone

Must be because I had the flu for Christmas
And I'm not feeling up to par
It increases my paranoia
Like looking into a mirror and seeing a police car

But I'm not giving in an inch to fear
Cos I promised myself this year
I feel like I owe it to someone

When I finally get myself together
I'm gonna get down in some of that sweet summer weather
I'm going to find a space inside to laugh
Separate the wheat from the chaff

Cos I feel like I owe it, yeah
Said I feel like I owe it, yeah
You know I feel -- like I owe it yeah to someone.
Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Point Atkinson and (distant) Vancouver Island from Marine Drive, 1927

Alas, who is there
we can make use of? Not angels, not men;
and already the knowing brutes are aware
that we don’t feel very securely at home
within our interpreted world. There remains, perhaps,
some tree on a slope, to be looked at day after day,
there remains for us yesterday’s walk and the cupboard-love loyalty
of a habit that liked us and stayed and never gave notice. . . .

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

(Front-cover headline on mediocre glossy art magazine seen at newsstand)

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