Monday, May 04, 2015

salad resin jug


"Here I hurt with mortal thoughts and almost recovered." --Galway Kinnell

Mongrel Dream Library.

"What [Mary] Douglas would say, I think, when she looks at a lot of these diets, is that they’re really about being able to divide up the world into categories—which things are morally pure, and which things are morally impure." --Michael Schulson in Salon via follow me here

Space espresso.

"Pacquiao boxes like poetry; Merriweather like prose..." --Eileen Tabios

Blade Runner Reality. (via feuilleton)

"I remember Devil’s Night, and my dad would stay up late with the dog. We had a Bouvier, which is a Flemish sheep-herding dog. It was genetically engineered to bite anything that moves." --Sufjan Stevens with a very #GothicDetroit reminiscence

Trinity Site.

"We are sleepwalkers,
looking for a place where safe
we can stay awake."

--Magda Kapa (via the cassandra pages)


(via shoebat dom com)

Fault Creep.

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Friday, April 17, 2015

quadriceratops


(via Christian Spencer Anderson on Flickr)

    Dallas Gothic 5

Driving out to the edge of town to get a replacement door for our car. Junkyard stretching for miles. Narrow path between. Silence. Then i start to notice all the burnt out hulks. All alike. All the same model as our Pinto. It's like some demon had been dispatched to blow them all up.

"Grabbing a chair, Hemingway attacked Orson, who picked up a chair of his own, sparking a cinematic brawl between two of the great creative geniuses of the 20th century, who duked it out while images of war flickered on a screen behind them."

"The Beginning of the End can feel a lot like the middle when you are living in it." --Karen Russell


Rest of Dallas Gothic.

    "The Lion House

Always the heavy air,
The dreadful cage, the low
Murmur of voices, where
Some Force goes to and fro
In an immense despair.

As through a haunted brain,
With tireless footfalls
The Obsession moves again,
Trying the floor, the walls,
Forever, but in vain.

In vain, proud Force. A might,
Shrewder than yours, did spin
Around your rage that bright
Prison of steel, wherein
You pace for my delight.

And oh, my heart, what Doom,
What mightier Mind has wrought
The cage, within whose room
Paces your burning thought
For the delight of Whom?"

--John Hall Wheelock


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Tuesday, April 14, 2015

like serious pencils


Heavy metal Islam.

"A reason for bed is this, that a decline, any decline is poison, poison is a toe a toe extractor, this means a solemn change. Hanging." --Tender Buttons

Ginza Rebba.

"The docetic Christ of the Gnostics, a phantom Christ, would be more than sufficient to found an invisible church." --Soloviev

Polar cosmology.


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    "Dallas Gothic (2)"

Any dark day is sinister in the City of Magnificent Splendors, for it means the chance that these clouds might twist & stretch into the makings of a ravaging tornado. There is a certain greenish light we learn to look for. Even though the last tornado occurrence was years ago, we still watch & wait.

"I happen to be living temporarily in my hometown, Minneapolis, living in a motel with a giant golden styrofoam Gopher."

"Suppose our leading scientists discovered that a meteor, hurtling toward the earth, was set to strike later this century; the governments of the world had less than ten years to divert or destroy it. How would news organizations cover this story? Even in an era of financial distress, they would throw teams of reporters at it and give them the resources needed to follow it in extraordinary depth and detail. After all, the race to stop the meteor would be the story of the century." --Eric Pooley

The Trotsky Joke.

"A crowd of digressions
Cursing"

--Robot X, 179.


    Dallas Gothic: 3

"There was a Dallas urban legend in the 1960s and 70s that led many to believe witches roamed the streets of the city after midnight. The most famous location for their satanic worship ceremonies was between two tall skyscrapers called the Stemmons Towers.

The Stemmons Towers are located along Stemmons Freeway, a major thoroughfare of the city. Probably every high school kid in Dallas in the late 60s and early 70s took at least one midnight cruise by the buildings. These cruises were usually reserved for teen initiations into drill team, drama club, etc. To the unsuspecting youths, as their vehicle slowly entered the business property, there indeed seemed to be a coven of witches gathered at the site. However, in the daylight, the coven was revealed to be a group of three dark, human-sized monolithic sculptures! A mini Stonehenge, if you will.

The Dallas urban legend of the three witches ran so rampant in 1970 that the Dallas Morning News ran a scary story about the false coven, complete with eerie photos of the statues. Unfortunately, the modernistic statues no longer exist. The rumor is that the owner of Stemmons Towers, due to the disruptions caused by all the nocturnal tourists to the property (especially on weekends), removed them in the 1980s." --Dallas Mythbusters ...More. And more.

    Dallas Gothic: 4

Clouds of death.


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