The Cult Of The Sun King
“L’État c’est Moi.”
“Je m’en vais, mais l’État demeurera toujours.”
Louis XIV of France.
All eyes that saw of Montreal perform, in the Stiff Kitten, were moistened and dilated by the glare of Mr. Barnes’ disco buttocks. In a pair of pin-striped dandy pants, where squeezable cheeks should be, he had, instead, a set of large, black insect [...]
Reggie Chamberlain-King’s Recurring Dream #23
I have a dream…
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Stan sank his hari-kari blade into the envelope and, with a right, then upward motion, plied it apart. Inside, a number of small note pages were folded, one within others and upon each was an urgent handscrawl.
Handwritten contents always require scrutiny, for they are, invariably, of greater importance than off-printed duplicates. And, [...]
The Stuffed Owl
“…untired comforter,
The presence even of a stuffed owl for her
Can cheat the time…”
The Stuffed Owl,
William Wordsworth.
“I rejoice that there are owls. Let them do the idiotic and maniacal hooting for men… They represent the stark twilight and unsatisfied thoughts which all [men] have.”
Walden,
Henry David Thoreau.
Outside, a summer storm was swelling, while in my one-room, lofty [...]
Mr. Moondog
The Musiphilosoph, Explained; The First In A Life-Long Series.
“If I kept a hotel room, then I wouldn’t have enough money to hire a copyist to copy the music or to go up to my place (near Ithaca), because to make a trip up there would cost $50, including carfare and food for a few weeks. [...]
A City’s Immersion In Morricone
“I invented the formula of ‘music composed, arranged and conducted by Ennio Morricone’.”
Ennio Morricone, in interview with Adam Sweeting, 2001.
Mr. McLean strode onstage first, humbled or charmed or one of the states one can’t discern from a distance. The wings of his shirt collar ruffled like those of a roused rooster, his hands wringing the [...]
Hello Young Lovers by Sparks
In 1974, ‘This Town Ain’t Big Enough For The Both Of Us,’ sounded like a glam rock single skewed through the sensibilities of art-school drop-outs who write fan-mail to movie-star dogs and M. Jacques Tati.
In 1979, ‘The No. 1 Song In Heaven’ sounded like a disco 12″ skewed through the sensibilities of the sorts of [...]
