Monday, August 22, 2011

Johnny Coles 5tet plays So Sweet My Little Girl

A pastoral elegy, almost like a dirge that came 'up south', the first line.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

The Young One

The Young One

Bunel blacklisted, exiled to Mexico, Communist...wanted to make a film about racial issues....sound/image dissociation remembering w/eyes

wide open...recalling sound kinesthetically denied leading to another alarming sound...inside and out...displaced sexual hatred---for now, women=Evelyn. Evelyn reaction to Miller’s advance is to return to her cabin with her dead grandfather and continue to put his boots on...where she left off when Miller arrived back at the start and death of Lil’ PeeWee....surrealist idea of Mad Love (amour de fue, transgresses all boundaries, and somehow human(e)nizes him (Miller)

...diagetic music...burial scene...residual knowledge...accidentally shoots escape boat...pscyhopathology of everyday life...unconscious refusal...

Friday, July 8, 2011


An enso, found on the pavement, encircling a bindi of concealed wisdom.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Psychopath as Ethical Egoist as...

Monday, June 20, 2011

Spinoza Rules, OK?

Monday, April 18, 2011

Alban Berg's String Quartet Op. 3 (excerpt) at New York City

Alban Berg's String Quartet Op. 3 (excerpt) at New York City by diacritical ear. Uploaded with SoundCloud Android

Alban BERG String Quartet Opus 3

...a transition from the romantic period into what was to become twelve tone or 'atonal'....think cecil taylor with the modern jazz quartet, john lewis conducting and ornette coleman on violin.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Monday, February 28, 2011

Marion Brown

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

strickly ad lib myopic negro


Senior Citizenry Inebriated Waltz

In 3/4 time repeated ad nauseum
She falls to the bridge with a fault
Hits the pavement right angle
From her start...
Blood breaks through wrinkled skin
Like cracked earth parched from
A gold vein, like blood w/o plasma
Pithy by design,
Never seen red since
A skinned knee in 1929.

She commenced a close reading of
A new geography...pavement
With blood running like
The Los Angeles River under
The current cement abatement
Nothing but the sun to dry it up
And pick her up off the pavement.

Monday, January 31, 2011

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Wednesday, January 26, 2011