The Death of a Fly- Russell Edson
March 30, 2012, 7:08 am
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There was once a man who disguised himself as a
housefly and went about the neighborhood depositing
Well, he has to do something hasn’t he? said someone to
someone else.
Of course, said someone else back to someone.
Then what’s all the fuss? said someone to someone else.
Who’s fussing? I’m just saying that if he doesn’t get off the
wall of that building the police will have to shoot him off.
Oh that, of course, there’s nothing so engaging as a dead
I love dead flies, the way they remind me of individuals
who have met their fate . . .


The Day of the Dead (in Bratislava) -Immanuel Mifsud
March 28, 2012, 7:03 am
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If you were here, I’d ask you to recite
whole chapters that now are buried with dust.
Then I might have some clue as to how
I’d found my way to this unlit station.
From which no train is ever going to leave.
From which no footstep leads me away.

If you were here today, you could colour in
the blank map by which I was led alone
through the streets, the blind corners I turned
so that now I’ve arrived at this precise spot.
I’ve no idea how to pull myself out of here.

My blood, the fairground where ghouls hang out.

Lines For The Fortune Cookies -Frank O’Hara
March 27, 2012, 7:17 am
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(Happy Birthday, Frank)


I think you’re wonderful and so does everyone else.

Just as Jackie Kennedy has a baby boy, so will you–even bigger.

You will meet a tall beautiful blonde stranger, and you will not say hello.

You will take a long trip and you will be very happy, though alone.

You will marry the first person who tells you your eyes are like scrambled eggs.

In the beginning there was YOU–there will always be YOU, I guess.

You will write a great play and it will run for three performances.

Please phone The Village Voice immediately: they want to interview you.

Roger L. Stevens and Kermit Bloomgarden have their eyes on you.

Relax a little; one of your most celebrated nervous tics will be your undoing.

Your first volume of poetry will be published as soon as you finish it.

You may be a hit uptown, but downtown you’re legendary!

Your walk has a musical quality which will bring you fame and fortune.

You will eat cake.

Who do you think you are, anyway? Jo Van Fleet?

You think your life is like Pirandello, but it’s really like O’Neill.

A few dance lessons with James Waring and who knows? Maybe something will happen.

That’s not a run in your stocking, it’s a hand on your leg.

I realize you’ve lived in France, but that doesn’t mean you know EVERYTHING!

You should wear white more often–it becomes you.

The next person to speak to you will have a very intriquing proposal to make.

A lot of people in this room wish they were you.

Have you been to Mike Goldberg’s show? Al Leslie’s? Lee Krasner’s?

At times, your disinterestedness may seem insincere, to strangers.

Now that the election’s over, what are you going to do with yourself?

You are a prisoner in a croissant factory and you love it.

You eat meat. Why do you eat meat?

Beyond the horizon there is a vale of gloom.

You too could be Premier of France, if only … if only…

Belief and Technique for Modern Prose- Jack Kerouac
March 26, 2012, 7:10 am
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  1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
  2. Submissive to everything, open, listening
  3. Try never get drunk outside yr own house
  4. Be in love with yr life
  5. Something that you feel will find its own form
  6. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
  7. Blow as deep as you want to blow
  8. Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
  9. The unspeakable visions of the individual
  10. No time for poetry but exactly what is
  11. Visionary tics shivering in the chest
  12. In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you
  13. Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
  14. Like Proust be an old teahead of time
  15. Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
  16. The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
  17. Write in recollection and amazement for yourself
  18. Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
  19. Accept loss forever
  20. Believe in the holy contour of life
  21. Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
  22. Dont think of words when you stop but to see picture better
  23. Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning
  24. No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge
  25. Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it
  26. Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form
  27. In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness
  28. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better
  29. You’re a Genius all the time
  30. Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven
Brain Pickings

Lawrence Krauss
March 25, 2012, 10:39 am
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stolen from one of my all-time favorites, anna
March 24, 2012, 8:15 am
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sincerity – Karmelo C. Iribarren
March 23, 2012, 7:30 am
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You wanted sincerity above
all else. That between
us, you said, there would
never be perfidies
or secrets. That doubt
would never settle in our
hearts. You wanted sincerity,
at any price. And as far as I
know, that is all I did,
be sincere, when I told you
that I had spent a night
with your friend. So now I
don’t know what to make of
these insults, or these rabid
looks, or these tears. Sincerely,
I don’t know who you think you are.