by Charlotte Deaver My brother was handsome: square-jawed, tall, intense, sensitive, fierce. But most of the time my siblings and I avoided him because we always expected he was going to either say something mean or annoying, or just punch the shit out of us. At the age he was in this picture above (18), he wasn't punching me anymore. He took his rage and frustration out on my younger brother, other fucked up kids, and himself, but not his little sister. We smoked pot together and listened to a lot of the same music. [...]
This "solid that flows, ghostlike, through itself" relates beautifully to Samuel Taylor Coleridge 's "fluttering stranger" from Frost at Midnight , I must say. New Scientist 30 June 2010 by Eugenie Samuel Reich Magazine issue 2767 Ghostly, flowing supersolid? No, it's quantum plastic. IT'S one of the weirdest things predicted by quantum mechanics: a solid that flows, ghostlike, through itself. As if that's not enough to get your head round, experiments that [...]
This is perfect. Excitingly perfect: The ecological thought—mission statement By Timothy Morton July 24th, 2008 "Think of a Rorschach blot : as well as looking like a cloud or a person, it is just a meaningless stain. Aside from content and form, texts are blobs of others' enjoyment, literally—they are made of ink—and less literally, but still fantasy is a part of reality. Therefore reading is fundamentally coexistence with others. To read a poem is a political act, a nonviolent one. At the very least, there is an appreciation, with [...]
Wait for it ... it looks like magic but it's just plain 'ol hay ! The hay WILL NOT SINK and can be skimmed off. The amount of oil it absorbs is extraordinary. The hay can also be recycled (e.g. compressed into coal or some other form of usable energy).
What birds plunge through is not the intimate space in which you see all forms intensified. (Out in the Open, you would be denied your self, would disappear into that vastness.) Space reaches from us and construes the world: to know a tree, in its true element, throw inner space around it, from that pure abundance in you. Surround it with restraint. It has no limits. Not till it is held in your renouncing is it truly there. [...]
Mike, John and Tom, Maggie and Dylan, Shannon (behind camera!), and me.
Lucy quickly feels at home. Lucy even fetches! (And shreds a catnip toy.)
Why is it that often the best kind of brilliance can be understood and appreciated by children just as much by adults? It's not less smart because kids like it too. If anything, it's smarter, trickier, to express an idea with sophistication, irony, depth of knowledge that only an adult is (likely to be) capable of, but that a child might well enjoy. Two words placed together in a way that gently startles, makes us see newly, or see the same thing we've seen many times before but differently, might also be called poetry. Kids do this all [...]
By Charlotte Deaver True, this collection of singer-songwriters is performing as a trio. True, each band-member crafts songs that, in the tradition of Crosby, Stills and Nash and Van Morrison , are catchy and singable, but intricate enough to keep the listener's ears perked for the next unexpected turn. And true, while each individual voice is gorgeous and distinctive, as a group their most magical - and musical - moments occur when they sing together; These guys actually listen to and hear each other. As a group, I think that's [...]
, Raphael Nadal was good -- fun to watch -- but David Ferrer was on fire last night. He controlled just about every point, whether he was serving or not, just slamming the ball so hard, catching it on the rise and driving it exactly where he wanted. Nadal was forced into mere defensive play, standing way too far back, and unsteady when he approached the line (the back line , by the way -- not the net! That either player rarely ever did). In the third and fourth sets, Nadal would look [...]
Can I just say that, please. For several weeks I have not been able to post a picture in my profile. The only "help" I found was the suggestion that I post one here and use the url from my own blog. Right, that worked (not). So now I have pictures up at flickr, buzznet, who the fuck knows where else, and Blogger still will not "save" and post any of those urls. Nor the one here either, it seems. For that and many other reasons, BLOGGER REALLY, REALLY SUCKS! Oh, and just try to get help. [...]
"I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood. [...] In becoming forcibly and essentially aware of my mortality [she was diagnosed with cancer] and of what I wished and wanted for my life, however short it might be, priorities and omissions became strongly etched in a merciless light, and what I most regretted were my silences. Of what had I ever been afraid? To question or to speak as I believed could have meant pain, [...]
By Charlotte Deaver Smoking cigarettes on stage, looking vacant and aloof, wordless between songs, The Black Rebel Motorcycle Club don't have much going for them in terms of stage presence. Unless that's your thing. They do, however, hammer out slick, crunchy, southern-style chords on low-slung guitars and, with the help of a lot of dry ice and other kinds of smoke, create a dark, sexy mood that's nicely appropriate to their sound. The set started so unpredictably early at Webster Hall that I missed the first four or five songs (Webster Hall: grrrrrrr). [...]
Photo Credit By Charlotte Deaver "I'd like to see more people throw parties the way we threw parties in Sacramento when we were first excited about this music; we had a loft space and we played anything and we'd dance all night, you know? It was one of the best times of my life, really" says Nic Offer of !!! (Chk Chk Chk) . Well, they've been taking their parties on the road for several years now, but I wouldn't doubt that the best times are yet to come for this [...]
By Charlotte Deaver Rock and roll serves relatively elemental (but crucial!) sensory needs, through even more elemental (yet cruder) means: a few essential instruments, chords, and beats, a voice, a lyric, and about three to four minutes. Oh, and to make this happen, a few preferably young and cute guys are required. And now, FINALLY, so is at least one female band-member . Photo Credit (Photo taken last January, 2007, at the Mercury Lounge.) The Comas have this recipe down, with [...]
Bolts of Melody
Bison - Quill
Shinichi Osawa – Big Beach Mix 2012
Neutral Milk Hotel- Aeroplane Over the Sea
Mr Fogg - Eleven
