Gilded Moonbat

monsieurleprince: Auguste Toulmouche (1819 - 1890) - The lost...

Sat, 02 Feb 2013 22:09:28 -0500

Auguste Toulmouche (1819 - 1890) - The lost love

"Thus I draw from the absurd three consequences, which are my revolt, my freedom, and my passion. By..."

Wed, 30 Jan 2013 22:40:26 -0500

““Thus I draw from the absurd three consequences, which are my revolt, my freedom, and my passion. By the mere activity of consciousness I transform into a rule of life what was an invitation to death, and I refuse suicide.””

- Albert Camus

In honor of my awesome (and gorgeous) new friend who is a dog...

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 00:09:00 -0500

In honor of my awesome (and gorgeous) new friend who is a dog person and a book person.

I was just saw an article about Evelyn Nesbit - I definitely...

Sat, 12 Jan 2013 23:14:58 -0500

I was just saw an article about Evelyn Nesbit - I definitely need to read a bio on her. All sorts of oddities in her life.

The Electrician's Song

Wed, 02 Jan 2013 01:28:26 -0500

Balanced in trepidation on our seeming edges

these pin-prick universes are seen by so few

Yet Bell-Flower worlds still await

in a light-bulb where we are the filaments

of charged tungsten, in carbide blended,

blessed by our sacred cathode vacuum

We spark at every resistance and capacity

Alternating currents of an unpredictable joke

"what can be said at all can be said clearly, and what we cannot talk about we must pass over in..."

Thu, 27 Dec 2012 15:53:57 -0500

““what can be said at all can be said clearly, and what we cannot talk about we must pass over in silence.””

- Ludwig Wittgenstein

"In my short essay on Joyce, I tried to deal only with the word “yes” as it was performed, so to..."

Sun, 23 Dec 2012 22:46:51 -0500

“In my short essay on Joyce, I tried to deal only with the word “yes” as it was performed, so to speak, in Ulysses. I tried to show all the paradoxes that are linked to the question of the “yes,” and this has to do with the fact that deconstruction is “yes,” is linked to the “yes,” is an affirmation. As you know, “yes” is the last word in Ulysses. When I say “yes” to the other, in the form of a promise or an agreement or an oath, the “yes” must be absolutely inaugural. Inauguration is the theme today. Inauguration is a “yes.” I say “yes” as a starting point. Nothing precedes the “yes.” The “yes” is the moment of institution, of the origin; it is absolutely originary. But when you say “yes,” you imply that in the next moment you will have to confirm the “yes” by a second “yes.” When I say “yes,” I immediately say “yes, yes.” I commit myself to confirm my commitment in the next second, and then tomorrow, and then the day after tomorrow. That means that a “yes” immediately duplicates itself, doubles itself. You cannot say “yes” without saying “yes, yes.””

- Jacques Derrida (via gloomy-planets)

Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall’s gorgeous daughter,...

Mon, 17 Dec 2012 01:24:25 -0500

Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall’s gorgeous daughter, Leslie

campsis: Dragon-Fire ChilliIllustration by Yelena Bryksenkova

Sun, 09 Dec 2012 16:31:51 -0500

campsis:

Dragon-Fire Chilli
Illustration by Yelena Bryksenkova

I wish life were like Jeopardy, with Alex our benign God, who speaks French on occasion. My answer...

Wed, 05 Dec 2012 13:44:00 -0500

I wish life were like Jeopardy,

with Alex our benign God, who speaks French on occasion.

My answer forming questions, make Alex smile,

“The literary cats category for 800, Alex”,

Obscure felines traipsing through pages are recalled so easily…

“The things I knows for some odd reason category for two hundred Alex.”

Alex smiles rather wickedly,

and spins that fucking wheel

Photo

Mon, 26 Nov 2012 08:56:00 -0500

To amuse a Cat! A pic from the Paris Review -

Mon, 19 Nov 2012 04:29:19 -0500

To amuse a Cat!

A pic from the Paris Review -

Photo

Tue, 28 Aug 2012 19:48:45 -0400

Night is in the air, as always it falls, Yes, quiet magic is there. In a small shop, candles held...

Thu, 23 Aug 2012 14:39:36 -0400

Night is in the air, as always it falls,

Yes, quiet magic is there.

In a small shop, candles held in waxy alcoves,

burnt blondes passing eyes,

a sandwich with a toothpick,

and a small piece of red plastic that is trying desperately to be a bow.

Earrings on top of her ears, has she

pretty on her,

braids and caramel ,

she’s talking of odd things

with a cant to her eyes

Presently the loud voice of day will come and remind us of our stupid patterns,

static on the stereo will break the ears we’ve shared for a moment,

and I’ll be left with the metallic feeling of doomed ore

approaching the crucible,

Steel is sharp and people will admire,

some even love,

I think it’s stupid and boring

and it cuts

Isosceles and his Triangle

Tue, 21 Aug 2012 03:07:00 -0400

By saying this I am

in this odd way

is like saying

air is

breath

or something we do while we breathe

and

saying this is fair,

death

calls you limply to attention,

to see what insipid tire-iron argument will be employed,

like saying we have no lives left,

and everything has already been done,

by the people who did everything.

The people who now sit

in darkened halls,

calling bright pheasants from their tapestries.

The people who have been waiting in the tall grass behind the old gas station,

the ones with the pointy eyebrows and the nearly silent ways,

that are thatching the materials for the new plight,

waiting for their vision to come,

all agree with my surmise,

that the liquid grace of electronic eye and brain,

should be sipped carefully through a candied straw

Words are just glimpses, Myopic whispers in darkened galleries, Eyes stabbed by garish air into...

Tue, 21 Aug 2012 02:55:00 -0400

Words are just glimpses,

Myopic whispers in darkened galleries,

Eyes stabbed by garish air

into blind pullet love,

Millionaires feeling the burn of their cheap cologne,

Paper prisms with no visiting hours

Dumb founded rescuers,

eloping with themselves

Dark horses bearing us into nowhere,

in rampant style.

Chagall’s ceiling at the Paris Opera

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 14:40:00 -0400

Chagall’s ceiling at the Paris Opera

Posers spell it poseurs

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 12:48:44 -0400

I’ve grown weary of weariness,

words are such tyrants

forcing definitions into earwax

ideas are performing dogs, skittering around on bicycles,

an M-80 in the keyhole is what we need

a blasting cap placed in my skull

"When you sell a man a book you don’t sell just twelve ounces of paper and ink and glue - you..."

Sun, 12 Aug 2012 12:36:08 -0400

““When you sell a man a book you don’t sell just twelve ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life. Love and friendship and humour and ships at sea by night - there’s all heaven and earth in a book, a real book.””

- Christopher Morley

An Olympic moment from 1936, featuring Jesse Owens.

Sun, 05 Aug 2012 19:14:58 -0400

An Olympic moment from 1936,

featuring Jesse Owens.