:::this is the way the world ends:::
I’ve been haunting Kick Start for the last couple of months and I caught wind of this today. I’ve never been much for roll play games but I might give this one a try. Though I can’t think of who I would play it with save for you clowns.
I’m glad to see they’ve made their goal already.
From one of my favorite blogs called simply Drawn.
As the sun was setting outside our hospital room and the four of us were sharing a moment of contentedness I had a moment to look up some relevant poetry on my Poetry.org app (which I highly recommend if your the app using type). I read them aloud but it was hard to get through them without getting misty.
THIS MORNING IN A MORNING VOICE
By Todd Boss
to beat the froggiest
of morning voices,
my son gets out of bed
and takes a lumpish song
along—a little lyric
learned in kindergarten,
something about a
boat. He’s found it in
the bog of his throat
before his feet have hit
the ground, follows
its wonky melody down
the hall and into the loo
as if it were the most
natural thing for a little
boy to do, and lets it
loose awhile in there
to a tinkling sound while
I lie still in bed, alive
like I’ve never been, in
love again with life,
afraid they’ll find me
drowned here, drowned
in more than my fair
share of joy.
FOR MY DAUGHTER
By Antonella Anedda
I love her fierceness when she fights me,
shouting “Not fair!” Her eyes slitting
like shutters in cities by the sea.
Her life is rife with bonfires—seen and unseen—
fires that burn through the turning years
bringing her to life again, and again, in a miracle of smoke.
This heat gives her a sense of forgiveness—or so I imagine—
she kisses my back, capriciously, when I scold her.
Maybe she recalls the scalpel by which she was born.
Easy, the mark of its slash in my skin.
She rose from my belly as I slept. We’re bound together
by peace, no shrieks of pain, and my modesty.
We’re a canvas by Giovanni Bellini: a virgin and a sweet rabbit.
— Translated by Sarah Arvio
I just finished watching The Secret of Kells on Netflix streaming. How did I miss this?
Hope you all have the opportunity to see it soon if you haven’t already.
Aligned Intentions | On Look Films from Scott F. Busch on Vimeo.
You may recognize the interview location as a place dear to us all.
Remember the Hollow Men shared poetry with one another? Why did we stop?
Here’s one I clipped from the New Yorker and tacked to the studio wall a while ago.
I’d love to visit some day. Be sure to scroll down and watch the video.
http://travel.nytimes.com/2009/12/06/travel/06senegalmusic.html
Peters may remember a friend of mine by the name of Jason Neulander, then Artistic Director of Salvage Vanguard Theater. For the last decade or so he has been working on-again-off-again on The Intergalactic Nemesis.  It started as a radio show, then live performance, then comic book, and now live performance/comic book/online serial?
The Intergalactic Nemesis is obviously pulpy but I think you all will find it interesting. And I think that more meaningful work could be (and probably has been) done in this cross media format. Anyway I’m looking forward to the live performance.
Check it out if you have time.
This morning I heard about this piece, “The internet is killing storytelling” by Ben Macintyre of the Times from Steve Inskeep of NPR who heard about it from Tina Brown of the Daily Beast. I haven’t finished reading it yet but it seems relevant to many of our concerns. Hopefully I’ll find time to turn my attention to it later today and post some comments.
“I love you too sugar lips but ya can’t be pass’n out in the store.â€
Francisco woke, relieved to see Eugene sneering down at him. Eugene, foul of smell and worse of character was rarely seen by customers yet Francisco saw a lot of him. Still, better to be thrown out on your ear by Eugene than face the phantom of your baby-mother ex-girlfriend.
Predictably, in the next moment Francisco found himself in a sprawling pile with a trench coat and notebook garnish on the street. “Another day in paradise,†he muttered and picked himself up.
Eugene locked the door, and trudged back toward the kitchen but Pete held him up.
“Hey boss, ol’ Francis out there has nearly drunk up all his product. You want me to call corporate?â€
“Corporate? Fuck corporate. Five parts rot-gut, one part Grey Poupon. Mix it up your own goddamn self.â€
So as the solstice approaches and with it the “official” beginning of summer it is time to reflect on summer goals. Since I have never left the educational schedule in my work life I still put a lot of emphasis on what I can accomplish during the summer that I wish I could do during the school year.
I’ll post my goals in the comments section — if you wish, please do the same.
I thought you artist types might enjoy this.
Here is a video of my friend Jim Janknegt that documents his progress while painting “The Rich Fool.” I have admired his work for a long time and I’m glad to see him get this kind of attention. Ned: perhaps Rejesus would be interested in your work?
You can see all the videos and photos of the finished painting at www.rejesus.uk.com.
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