who put the border there?

postmodern troll plug

2009-07-11T02:01:48Z

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*******check out flip flop the psycho!!!

photomontage by Scott Mutter

2009-07-07T02:18:45Z

i had this poster when i lived in texas. it gives me pleasant flashbacks...

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going to check out open mic at benders tonight.
starts at 9 pm on mondays.

GIC to HAR

2009-04-18T07:20:27Z

Gic to Har
by Kenneth Rexroth

It is late at night, cold and damp The air is filled with tobacco smoke. My brain is worried and tired. I pick up the encyclopedia, The volume GIC to HAR, It seems I have read everything in it, So many other nights like this. I sit staring empty-headed at the article Grosbeak, Listening to the long rattle and pound Of freight cars and switch engines in the distance. Suddenly I remember Coming home from swimming In Ten Mile Creek, Over the long moraine in the early summer evening, My hair wet, smelling of waterweeds and mud. I remember a sycamore in front of a ruined farmhouse, And instantly and clearly the revelation Of a song of incredible purity and joy, My first rose-breasted grosbeak, Facing the low sun, his body Suffused with light. I was motionless and cold in the hot evening Until he flew away, and I went on knowing In my twelfth year one of the great things Of my life had happened. Thirty factories empty their refuse in the creek. On the parched lawns are starlings, alien and aggressive. And I am on the other side of the continent Ten years in an unfriendly city.

click on the funny

2009-03-06T18:13:20Z

tickles the passive aggressive funny bone, don't it?
thanks to socialglare11.

for jodys

2009-02-03T16:41:30Z

my favourite page from
THE Universe in a Nutshell by Stephen Hawking

wonder makes the mind wander

2008-12-11T01:37:25Z

The Rutherford sign was rusted out on the bottom left corner. sign still boasts bait and tackle, local cheese and honey. It says it was established in 1942 and it's true, too. it's been the staple of that town for upwards of 60 years and change. there the wind blows backwards. the mice know and the rodents point it out to each other and their offspring. the accents make the word "hallow" sound like "hollow".

the cars are dinosaurs and the teenagers, as soon as they became so, would leave town with the closest kindest stranger. In some cases they didn't have to be kind. the few others tied themselves to vows for comfort. my momma did just that very thing with a best friend of her cousin. she lasted as long as she could.

what i gathered was she stopped writing poetry sometime around the time she had children. she says it like it was like the plague to lose the yearning.

The skeleton of her who once wished to travel was as talked out and worn out as a pair of slippers knitted by my grandmother as their wedding present.

Sure, I got out. I live in the city among all these people but what they never tell you is that it takes many ghosts to help make up one of the living and many places to create the internal landscape of one being.

www.kikkerland.com

2008-12-07T05:03:37Z

1201 Happy Birthday
1202 Fur Elise
1203 Pink Panther
1205 Imagine
1206 Love Me Tender
1207 What A Wonderful World
1215 If I Only Had A Brain
1216 Over The Rainbow
1221 Yesterday
1223 Hey Jude
1224 Here Comes The Sun
1225 Let It Be
1226 Yellow Submarine
1227 Memory
1228 Twinkle TwinkleLittle Star
1229 Love Story
1231 You Are My Sunshine
1232 Moon River
1233 La Vie En Rose
1234 Singing In The Rain
1235 Sound Of Music
1236 Stairway To Heaven
1237 My Funny Valentine
1238 That’s What Friends Are For
1239 Romeo & Juliet
1240 My Way
1241 Michelle
1242 Amazing Grace

****** i found stairway to heaven for Anne and my sister at twist and shout. the website says they have them at meininger's, too.
there's a lot of cool stuff on the website.

what i've been reading

2008-12-02T10:16:30Z

i was reading today!! lots of interruptions but i feel better. the book was compared to Douglas Copeland's "generation X'. it's a dark humourous book taking a look at a culture that likes to look at ourselves looking at ourselves. so far there was good observations about John Cusack and fantasy computer gaming. very fun and intelligent. i do laugh that in twenty years my daughter might read it and have a very different outlook by then on this period of time. we'll see.

only time will tell.

click on the pretty preview

2008-07-18T15:52:47Z

ethelmaples @ 2008-05-21T19:53:00

2008-05-22T00:03:26Z

Warren Zevon - Werewolves Of London

ethelmaples @ 2008-05-14T00:45:00

2008-05-14T06:45:54Z

The Listeners
by Walter De La Mare

'Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest's ferny floor:
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller's head
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
'Is there anybody there?' he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller's call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
'Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:-
'Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word,' he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.

ethelmaples @ 2008-05-13T01:43:00

2008-05-13T07:53:30Z

Old Gangsters Never Die
This story originally appeared in 1983 as the inner sleeve for The Sinister Ducks 7” single record released by Moore and his band. The sleeve folds out into an 8-page comic, “Old Gangsters Never Die” with Lloyd Thatcher art. This was recently redone in Alan Moore’s Another Suburban Romance with all new art, here is your chance to see the original.

To Read for yourself...Click Here

ethelmaples @ 2008-03-11T16:25:00

2008-03-11T22:29:26Z

working extra has me draggin' ass today. must get more sleep. TONIGHT is Sarah's last night to host open mic at the lion's lair and rumour has it KYLE PERSON a.k.a TROLL will be there playing some ditties on his keyboard. if you're there between 7:30 and 10:30pm you'll catch his act. if i can wake up i'll be there.

he said he might play my personal favourite "FLIP FLOP THE PSYCHO"!!!!!!!!!!!!

click on the fitting

2008-03-04T19:42:52Z

what i've been listening to

2008-02-25T07:26:51Z

Top Shelf Productions is proud to present Alan Moore's all-new performance CD from the Steven Severin's RE: label. Following on from the critical acclaim of THE HIGHBURY WORKING & ANGEL PASSAGE, Alan Moore turns his psychogeographic eye to the history of the earth, the moon, the universe, Oliver Cromwell, and the Pre-Raphaelites. English revolutionary Cromwell was dug up three years after his death in order to be executed. The Pre-Raphaelite beauty Lizzie Siddal was exhumed eleven years after hers so that Rossetti could retrieve his manuscript book of poems, given to her in her death as a token of his eternal love. These were not our promised resurrections. Alan Moore fans won't want to miss the opportunity to pick up this perfect companion piece to the comic book of the same name by Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell. (on Steven Severin's RE: label)

poem

2008-01-25T00:42:49Z

A Book

I'm a strange contradiction; I'm new and I'm old,
I'm often in tatters and oft deck'd in gold:
Though I never could read, yet letter'd I'm found;
Though blind, I enlighten; though loose, I am bound--
I am always in black, and I'm always in white;
I am grave and I'm gay, I am heavy and light.
In form too I differ-I'm thick and I'm thin,
I've no flesh, and no bones, yet I'm cover'd with skin;
I've more points than a compass, more stops than the flute-

I sing without voice, without speaking confute;
I'm English, I'm German, I'm French and I'm Dutch;
Some love me too fondly; some slight me too much;
I often die soon, though sometimes live ages,
And no monarch alive has so many pages.

-Hannah More

ethelmaples @ 2008-01-17T13:51:00

2008-01-17T20:51:50Z

ethelmaples @ 2007-12-17T20:31:00

2007-12-18T03:32:12Z

Read the classic text for free online.

Notes from Underground

Nikolay Gogol

2007-12-18T03:24:34Z

"The moon is made by some lame cooper, and you can see the idiot has no idea about moons at all. He put in a creosoted rope and some wood oil; and this has led to such a terrible stink all over the earth that you have to hold your nose. Another reason the moon is such a tender globe it that people just cannot live on it any more, and all that's left alive there are noses. This is also why we cannot see our own noses - they're all on the moon." (from Diary of a Madman, 1835)

ethelmaples @ 2007-09-16T00:15:00

2007-09-16T06:16:50Z

Border guards save man at Fort Erie crossing

Two Canadian border guards are being hailed as heroes for pulling an unconscious truck driver out of...

ethelmaples @ 2007-07-27T07:57:00

2007-07-27T13:57:14Z

YouTube - Women In Art

ethelmaples @ 2007-06-16T00:56:00

2007-06-16T06:57:08Z

what are you looking for?

here's a gift. the cover of my favourite book.

now, leave me alone.

hugs and kisses from the weird.

we're saints here.

ethelmaples @ 2007-06-04T21:31:00

2007-06-05T01:33:37Z

千手観音
05:55

for all the well there is no sleep

2007-05-25T05:51:48Z

The Writer

In her room at the prow of the house
Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden,
My daughter is writing a story.

I pause in the stairwell, hearing
From her shut door a commotion of typewriter keys
Like a chain hauled over a gunwale.

Young as she is, the stuff
of her life is great cargo, and some of it heavy:
I wish her a lucky passage.

But now it is she who passes,
As if to reject my thought and its easy figure.
A stillness greatens, in which

The whole house seems to be thinking,
And then she is at it again with a bunched clamor
Of strokes, and again is silent.

I remember the dazed starling
Which is trapped in that very room, two years ago;
How we stole in, lifted a sash

And retreated, not to affright it;
And how for a helpless hour, through the crack at the door,
We watched the sleek, wild, dark

And iredescent creature
Batter against the brilliance, drop like a glove
To the hard floor, or the desk-top,

And wait then, humped and bloody,
For the wits to try it again; and how our spirits
Rose when suddenly sure,

It lifted off from a chair-back,
Beating a smooth course for the right window
And clearing the sill of the world.

It is as always a matter, my darling,
Of life and death, as I had forgotten. I wish
What I wished for you before, but harder.

-Richard Wilbur

through The Fitzwilliam Museum - was it the same night?

2007-05-13T06:25:22Z

Hogarth, William (printmaker)
Before
Before and After
(1736)
print

Museum Accession Number: 22.K.3-26

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Hogarth, William (printmaker)
After
Before and After
(1736)
print

Museum Accession Number: 22.K.3-27

Find out more ...