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October, 2009 Monthly archive

Nice cover eh?

Really enjoyed this one.

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I was really thrilled to find this mashup. I have always loved the work of Annie Lennox. Her under­stand­ing of every detail of per­for­mance and per­sona are breath­tak­ing. I just had to post it for fun.

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by Amiri Baraka

Who has ever stopped to think of the divin­ity of Lam­ont Cranston?
(Only jack Ker­ouac, that I know of: & me.
The rest of you prob­a­bly had on WCBS and Kate Smith,
Or some­thing equally unattractive.)

What can I say?
It is bet­ter to haved loved and lost
Than to put linoleum in your liv­ing rooms?

Am I a sage or some­thing?
Mandrake’s hyp­notic ges­ture of the week?
(Remem­ber, I do not have the heal­ing pow­ers of Oral Roberts…
I can­not, like F. J. Sheen, tell you how to get saved & rich!
I can­not even order you to the gascham­ber satori like Hitler or Goddy Knight)

& love is an evil word.
Turn it backwards/see, see what I mean?
An evol word. & besides
who under­stands it?
I cer­tainly wouldn’t like to go out on that kind of limb.

Sat­ur­day morn­ings we lis­tened to the Red Lantern & his under­sea folk.
At 11, Let’s Pre­tend
& we did
& I, the poet, still do. Thank God!

What was it he used to say (after the trans­for­ma­tion when he was safe
& invis­i­ble & the unbe­liev­ers couldn’t throw stones?) “Heh, heh, heh.
Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows.”

O, yes he does
O, yes he does
An evil word it is,
This Love.

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OK. Now we’re talking.

I would buy this device. I know it only does books — a one trick pony. But it let’s you lend your books to oth­ers and it doesn’t look like a Texas Instru­ments cal­cu­la­tor. This device looks like BN hired some prod­uct design­ers and some inter­face design­ers, and a mar­ket­ing crew that knows how to do point-of-purchase.

Barnes and Noble have lis­tened to the crit­i­cism of the Kin­dle and have brought a more sophis­ti­cated and attrac­tive device into the fray.

  • The price is rea­son­able from the start.
  • Design is clean.
  • Multi-touch.
  • Color nav­i­ga­tion panel (for swip­ing through book cov­ers, a la iTunes)
  • You can buy it in a BN store. (many dis­tri­b­u­tion points — one a few blocks from me)
  • You can browse dig­i­tal books
  • You can lend your book to oth­ers on a num­ber of devices
  • It has a mem­ory expan­sion slot
  • It can play MP3’s
  • It can read PDF’s (essential)

Did I men­tion that the design is clean? The device is a bit thicker and weighs more than the Kin­dle. The other impor­tant part is mov­ing away from pro­pri­etary formats.

Lend­ing is good.

I’ll be head­ing down to the Barnes and Noble to check it out. I’ll let you know if I am as impressed when I can touch it.

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” We are not liv­ing through an eco­nomic reces­sion, but a reor­gan­i­sa­tion of our society.”

I believe this quote is true what about you?

” We are not liv­ing through an eco­nomic reces­sion, but a reor­gan­i­sa­tion of our society.”

I believe this quote is true what about you?

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I love toy cam­eras. The Holga is a favorite.

Here’s some pho­tos to enjoy from the pool for World TOY CAMERA DAY.

Maybe you’ll want to pick up a toy cam­era and shoot some FILM again.

Enjoy!

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Pure? What does it mean?
The tongues of hell
Are dull, dull as the triple

Tongues of dull, fat Cer­berus
Who wheezes at the gate. Inca­pable
Of lick­ing clean

The aguey ten­don, the sin, the sin.
The tin­der cries.
The indeli­ble smell

Of a snuffed can­dle!
Love, love, the low smokes roll
From me like Isadora’s scarves, I’m in a fright

One scarf will catch and anchor in the wheel,
Such yel­low sullen smokes
Make their own ele­ment. They will not rise,

But trun­dle round the globe
Chok­ing the aged and the meek,
The weak

Hot­house baby in its crib,
The ghastly orchid
Hang­ing its hang­ing gar­den in the air,

Dev­il­ish leop­ard!
Radi­a­tion turned it white
And killed it in an hour.

Greas­ing the bod­ies of adul­ter­ers
Like Hiroshima ash and eat­ing in.
The sin. The sin.

Dar­ling, all night
I have been flick­er­ing, off, on, off, on.
The sheets grow heavy as a lecher’s kiss.

Three days. Three nights.
Lemon water, chicken
Water, water make me retch.

I am too pure for you or any­one.
Your body
Hurts me as the world hurts God. I am a lantern——

My head a moon
Of Japan­ese paper, my gold beaten skin
Infi­nitely del­i­cate and infi­nitely expensive.

Does not my heat astound you! And my light!
All by myself I am a huge camel­lia
Glow­ing and com­ing and going, flush on flush.

I think I am going up,
I think I may rise——
The beads of hot metal fly, and I love, I

Am a pure acety­lene
Vir­gin
Attended by roses,

By kisses, by cheru­bim,
By what­ever these pink things mean!
Not you, nor him

Nor him, nor him
(My selves dis­solv­ing, old whore pet­ti­coats)——
To Par­adise.
Sylvia Plath, “Fever 103°” from The Col­lected Poems of Sylvia Plath, edited by Ted Hughes. Copy­right © 1966 and renewed 1994 by Ted Hughes. Reprinted with the per­mis­sion of Harper­Collins Pub­lish­ers, Inc.

Source: Poetry (August 1963).

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