May 2009
Gang of Four He’d Send in the Army 1980
April 2009
Mott the Hoople Sweet Jane 1972
Sometime...
And now..just to add something with a bit more...
Am I being presumptuous...
…if I just assume that something stated in another location out there in the big, hazy virtual world refers to me? I’m not too certain how interwebs etiquette functions with regard to these murky issues. Well…if it did, thank you <blush>. If it didn’t, ummm…maybe I wasn’t talking about that, anyway?
OK...where were we?
Back to the Russian Avant-Garde, just cuz there are a few more things that I like and I’m too stubborn and obsessive to recognize when I’m heading dangerously close to overkill.
Paul Celan Death Fugue 1944
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at nightfall
we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night
drink it and drink it
we are digging a grave in the sky it is ample to lie there
A man in the house he plays with the serpents he writes
he writes when the night falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete
he writes it and walks from the house the stars glitter he whistles his dogs up
he...
Sorry...
I guess it’s apparent I’ve been ill, and with lots of time to kill sitting around my desk, I’ve been way over-posting my assorted obsessions. I’m not done yet, either.
“Beauty will be convulsive or it will not be.”
– Andre Breton ”Nadja” 1928
