This is Tomo. He is the life of our friend and landlord, Baowen. As I write, they are at the vet, where HY is serving as the life-saving vest if anything major is to happen. Not a major operation, just scaling, my friend. Our friend is not yet inconsolable, but he appears so, does he [...]
This month’s Smithsonian magazine has an article about Allen Ginsberg’s photography. He captioned almost everyone of his pictures. Here’s a young Jack Kerouac, looking vital in the streets of New York: Allen Ginsberg said that Kerouac was “making a Dostoyevsky mad-face or Russian basso be-bop Om”. And here’s Jack Kerouac 10 years later, on the [...]
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Top and bottom photos taken from aghersan‘s photo stream; clown on chair in store. We have been surrounded by ruins this past week. Old things, old talk, old folks. The right word with the young is ‘collectibles’, but it’s ok, ruins is not ruined. The year 2010 is a special year for me. I’ve met [...]
And then some. I turn to Mary Oliver’s poetry a lot, now that I’m not in school and school no longer reminds me how to read. School now reminds me of why I didn’t break the rules sooner. Maybe one day I can write again. Here is a poem of hers, for those of us [...]
Sunday, February 21, 2010
So far no one has gotten both the pants and the blouse as a suit, why? Many are lovers of the breeches/pants, while a few silent personalities adore the blouse. I am waiting for someone to love the whole suit. It will riot.