Ode On Odium, Whence Harvey Stumbled Upon His Beloved In Bed With The Fresh EnemyHe was sleeping, wet and curled ( Read more... )

( Read polled poetry, back by popular indifference! )

To my learned readers, few though they be...

Have you read much Faulkner? I'm struggling through Absolom, Absolom! at the suggestion of a friend (a very intelligent and well-read English major just graduated from Stanford) and finding his language tedious beyond the point of reason. I've changed my reading habits so much lately that I wonder if ( Read more... )

If Maevius scribble in Appolo's spite ( Read more... )

I am remiss; I have not one copy of Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man.

This may seem like a non-issue, another risible fact of my bookishness (of my tendency to use obfuscating words like “risible” when I might just as easily write comic, hilarious, laughable, or even goofy), but Invisible Man holds a sacred place in my mind, embodied by strong ( Read more... )

Driving up Sepulveda toward Pico, the right lane halted. Just north of the intersection, a simonized Yukon angled itself in one of the brief concrete ramps to the 7-11. It was not unlike Tianenman Square, one lone figure halting several gargantuan machines, for on the ground there was a portly woman of fifty years or so crawling like a sick ( Read more... )

I wrote that I would post a poem, and that's what I mean to do now, a day later than expected, sitting idly at a cheap hotel in Amarillo. I found Brandon's CD "1928 Sessions" by Mississippi John Hurt in my camera bag while driving. I've been listening to it for a while now. (Brandon, I'll mail it back to you.)

Here are the lyrics to Hurt's "Big ( Read more... )

Last night I slept on a Swiss Army air matress in my empty apartment. Further details involved in relocating to Los Angeles from Lawrence-that beautifully liberal stain upon the Republican purity of Kansas-will be spared here in favor of a road log. Meanwhile, I’m posting this SONG LIST! Trite, I know. I’ve been listening to this CD for two ( Read more... )

Since he asked to read it once I had described it to him, here is the final section of Jaynes' book; it's the section titled "The Auguries of Science". This way, if you like, you can click the cut to get the full transcription, copy/paste it, and print it out to read in your own sweet time, Darryl. Enjoy, homeslice!

( A full transcription of Book III, Chapter 6 of Julian Jaynes' The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind. )

Observe the sputum of his conversation filtering through an utterly reticent mouth, the awkwardness, the face in odd distortions of anxiety, and observe him asking, “What movie are you seeing?” There are but two movies available, and so in this game he stands a fifty-fifty chance. “The Notorious Bettie Page,” she says. He has lost. Halfway down ( Read more... )