HSV Exhaustions
HSV Exhaustions 01 2005 http://www.kunst.no/bjornmag/mpphp2004/HSV022005.mov All 216 (= 6^3) permutations of the HS and V parameters of an image taken at 6 levels are assembled into a movie for your optimal viewing pleasure. mwp
Re: just
anyone out there have an e-mail for chicago post modern folk
Re: Fudge P.S.
thanks
28 statements
28 statements
0]+
{ print "the analog aligns with substance" }
a]+
digital is based on epistemology and uniformity"
b]+
always already a mapping"
c]+
mapping analogy"
d]+
doubly-encoded"
e]+
real infinite raster"
f]+
"form extruded
g]+
integral calculus inheres within the analog"
h]+
differential digital"
i]+
signature analogous to body"
j]+
"type writing"
k]+
"inscribe in stone matrix"
l]+
chiasmus at limit"
m]+
"noise parasitic enveloping
n]+
simultaneously eternal ephemeral"
o]+
"technology substructure of
p]+
technological temporally splays leaks"
q]+
"from substance from
r]+
atemporal time analogical"
s]+
"a sentence through every sentence"
t]+
world world"
u]+
"fluid mechanics
v]+
constructible"
w]+
"what occurs
x]+
"fundamental particles biological neurons"
y]+
"digital levels homeostatic entities"
z]+
"material through"
^$
"analog digital,
Re: Fudge
see you saturday tom 2 pm at bowery
Re: just
st just
FW: Get Ready for The Big X
This just in from great pal Joe Milutis-- shd really be worth checking out! From: Joe Milutis <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: Joe Milutis <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> *.. . * . . . .. . . . . . . . Alt-X Audio Presents . Don't Drive Today with Yesterday's Maps The Meta-Sci-Fi-Christmas-Musical By Joe Milutis Now available in hypertext form. Starring Frankie Martin* Including THE COMPLETE SAGA, CHARTS FOR THE SONGS, MORE META, AND AN ESSAY ON THE TRUE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS"". Directions for use: DDTYM now is structured so that There is content for everyday in December Leading up to the Big X. So, on December 1, explore what's behind [1], Keep clicking thru image icons until you return to the main title. On December 2, explore what's behind [2]. Don't cheat! It's time art! Christmas must be overthrown! http://www.altx.com/audio/ _ Express yourself instantly with MSN Messenger! Download today - it's FREE! http://messenger.msn.click-url.com/go/onm00200471ave/direct/01/
Re: vihepavaD xel
Thanks, well sometimes they look like medical brand names.. -Bjørn
[no subject]
ThronicprotolelenccneoorygnooB 1 zymgA 1 enimoD 1 ,ouqtuC 1 eroN 0 oibnoldomaritlumniL, Lidtaipiposcommono Palxy Norana Busbygeneupropheman* exedioV ,yllaicosdiovaedipesoramameC ,ybletbohpeefobhS ehscimonsumeretniM , http://[EMAIL PROTECTED]/lumber/mthd_ibnraalahearf.jpg 32k.
Re: Fudge
The "crazy wisdom" thing is definitly my "path" and i do recall that there are some Japanese zenists who had that approach in mind (or in "no mind") but I don't know what school they came from. I'm not much of a zen scholar, just crazy. John Dr. John M. Bennett Curator, Avant Writing Collection Rare Books & Manuscripts Library The Ohio State University Libraries 1858 Neil Av Mall Columbus, OH 43210 USA (614) 292-3029 [EMAIL PROTECTED] www.johnmbennett.net - Original Message - From: Tony Trigilio <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Date: Wednesday, November 30, 2005 2:17 pm Subject: Re: Fudge > Trungpa's version of Buddhism, "Crazy Wisdom," allowed for his > drinkingas part of its revisionary approach to Western > preconceptions of > Buddhism as quiet, hushed, ascetic. On one level, Crazy Wisdom is > intriguing, as it tries to achieve a state of mind both unatmed and > awakened -- feral and mindful all at once. But, yes, Trungpa also was > an alcoholic; and the infamous 1976 attack by Trungpa's followers on > Merwin and Dana Naone also says a lot about the limits of Crazy > Wisdom.I'm not sure how much (if any) of Crazy Wisdom is > assimilated in the > current Shambhala practice that grew out of Trungpa's teachings. My > sense, from limited experience with Shambhala practice, is that > it, too, > works within a context of vows against intoxication. But of course, > there's a difference between drinking and being intoxicated. > > My background and training is Mahayana, with its own vows against > intoxication. But in the Tantric framework of certain Mahayana > traditions, anything on earth can be a vehicle for diminishing > attachment to desire -- even desire itself. So the vows would be > guidesrather than strict prohibitions. Drinking, then, could be > as much a > part of the path as anything else (as odd as that could sound). > Perhapsthis does make some traditions of Mahayana relaxed about > drinking. > Tony > > > > Thomas savage wrote: > > > Could it be that Mahayanists are more relaxed about this than > > Theravadins? My Buddhist training is Theravada. Zen is > Mahayana so > > who knows? I remember the Tibetan teacher Chogyam Trungpa was > quite a > > drinker, also. > > > > */"John M. Bennett" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>/* wrote: > > > > Hmmm, some of those Zen monks would/will enjoy sake from > time to > > time, and then there's what they called "tea head" obtained from > > drinking lots of cha. > > > > John > > > > At 01:38 PM 11/29/2005, you wrote: > > > >> I take it that you are referring to Christian, thus Catholic, > >> monks here. Didn't they used to make wine in monasteries in > >> France? It seems unlikely to me that Buddhist monks > anywhere in > >> the world would make either winre or fudge as this might be > >> encouraging intoxication, something wh! ich Buddhist monks > take a > >> precept to abstain from. Still the apparent reference to > mindful>> breathing at the end of your prose poem makes me > wonder. This > >> could be a completely imaginative work, in which case it > doesn't>> matter. Nevertheless, since there are really monks > in the > >> so-called real world, regardless of how sheltered they may > or may > >> not live from that world, it causes one to wonder. > >> > >> */Sheila Murphy <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>/* wrote: > >> > >> Monks are making it to sell. I first wrote see, then > >> frist. What is the matter with t! his morning except the > >> voltage of unkindness streaming through the net. My > >> fingers on the keyboard pick up messages no one > >> believes were sent. Dear, Hannah,how deeply did you > >> absorb? The body chemistry becomes pseudonymous with > >> fibers in the hundreds in the thousands gradually > >> self-multiplied. My cha is gen mai. I know the word > >> f! or tea from JMB. When monks have finished making > >> sweets they may return to cells. When monks return to > >> cells they pray. The swift rays of the sun are > >> measured at a speed greater than crying. When monks > >> come together they enlist the services to form some > >> thing to sell so they can live quietly at prayer. I am > >> on the threshold of ordering five books on the subject > >> of sustaining which in the vernacular means making > >> something last beyond its essence possibly. Speaking > >> of which, a group of ad execs were brought together to > >> find something they might do with a failed heart drug. > >> So they looked at what is now! Viagra and they asked > >> what it could do. Then they invented terminology and > >> sold that terminology. Sow's ear propped up on a > >> throne. Publication might mean telling everyone what > >> you will not accept. The priesthood now will now > >> appear immune to! love of self. Would s
Re: Fudge
Allen, many thanks - and hope you are thriving! Sheila --- Allen Bramhall <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > Sheila, > > this link has LOTS of Theravada writings, including > the Pali canon. > http://www.accesstoinsight.org/ > > - Original Message - > From: "Sheila Murphy" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > To: > Sent: Wednesday, November 30, 2005 1:37 PM > Subject: Re: Fudge > > > > Can you recommend some readings that you > particularly > > like in Theravada? That would be much appreciated! > > Sheila >
Re: my ideal garden
Well, you did them proud, my friend! --- Alan Sondheim <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > Thank you! I was using 1994 garden/landscape > programs on an old laptop > Azure's father gave us - it's got 500mg but is > basically I think a Pentium > 1 w/ Windows 95, although the oldest files go back > to '93. It's amazing to > use these thin programs, which respond quickly and > almost magically... > > - Alan > > > On Tue, 29 Nov 2005, Sheila Murphy wrote: > > > wonderful, wonderful! > > > > --- Alan Sondheim <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > > >> my ideal garden, abandoned home in autumn wabi no > >> sabi > >> > >> http://www.asondheim.org/garden1.gif > >> http://www.asondheim.org/garden2.gif > >> http://www.asondheim.org/garden3.gif > >> http://www.asondheim.org/garden4.gif > >> > >> very small of the real and dream > >> > > > > > > For URLs, DVDs, CDs, books/etc. see > http://www.asondheim.org/advert.txt . > Contact: Alan Sondheim, [EMAIL PROTECTED], > [EMAIL PROTECTED] General > directory of work: http://www.asondheim.org . >
Re: Fudge
Sheila, this link has LOTS of Theravada writings, including the Pali canon. http://www.accesstoinsight.org/ - Original Message - From: "Sheila Murphy" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: Sent: Wednesday, November 30, 2005 1:37 PM Subject: Re: Fudge Can you recommend some readings that you particularly like in Theravada? That would be much appreciated! Sheila
Re: Fudge
Trungpa's version of Buddhism, "Crazy Wisdom," allowed for his drinking as part of its revisionary approach to Western preconceptions of Buddhism as quiet, hushed, ascetic. On one level, Crazy Wisdom is intriguing, as it tries to achieve a state of mind both unatmed and awakened -- feral and mindful all at once. But, yes, Trungpa also was an alcoholic; and the infamous 1976 attack by Trungpa's followers on Merwin and Dana Naone also says a lot about the limits of Crazy Wisdom. I'm not sure how much (if any) of Crazy Wisdom is assimilated in the current Shambhala practice that grew out of Trungpa's teachings. My sense, from limited experience with Shambhala practice, is that it, too, works within a context of vows against intoxication. But of course, there's a difference between drinking and being intoxicated. My background and training is Mahayana, with its own vows against intoxication. But in the Tantric framework of certain Mahayana traditions, anything on earth can be a vehicle for diminishing attachment to desire -- even desire itself. So the vows would be guides rather than strict prohibitions. Drinking, then, could be as much a part of the path as anything else (as odd as that could sound). Perhaps this does make some traditions of Mahayana relaxed about drinking. Tony Thomas savage wrote: Could it be that Mahayanists are more relaxed about this than Theravadins? My Buddhist training is Theravada. Zen is Mahayana so who knows? I remember the Tibetan teacher Chogyam Trungpa was quite a drinker, also. "John M. Bennett" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: Hmmm, some of those Zen monks would/will enjoy sake from time to time, and then there's what they called "tea head" obtained from drinking lots of cha. John At 01:38 PM 11/29/2005, you wrote: I take it that you are referring to Christian, thus Catholic, monks here. Didn't they used to make wine in monasteries in France? It seems unlikely to me that Buddhist monks anywhere in the world would make either winre or fudge as this might be encouraging intoxication, something wh! ich Buddhist monks take a precept to abstain from. Still the apparent reference to mindful breathing at the end of your prose poem makes me wonder. This could be a completely imaginative work, in which case it doesn't matter. Nevertheless, since there are really monks in the so-called real world, regardless of how sheltered they may or may not live from that world, it causes one to wonder. Sheila Murphy <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: Monks are making it to sell. I first wrote see, then frist. What is the matter with t! his morning except the voltage of unkindness streaming through the net. My fingers on the keyboard pick up messages no one believes were sent. Dear, Hannah,how deeply did you absorb? The body chemistry becomes pseudonymous with fibers in the hundreds in the thousands gradually self-multiplied. My cha is gen mai. I know the word f! or tea from JMB. When monks have finished making sweets they may return to cells. When monks return to cells they pray. The swift rays of the sun are measured at a speed greater than crying. When monks come together they enlist the services to form some thing to sell so they can live quietly at prayer. I am on the threshold of ordering five books on the subject of sustaining which in the vernacular means making something last beyond its essence possibly. Speaking of which, a group of ad execs were brought together to find something they might do with a failed heart drug. So they looked at what is now! Viagra and they asked what it could do. Then they invented terminology and sold that terminology. Sow's ear propped up on a throne. Publication might mean telling everyone what you will not accept. The priesthood now will now appear immune to! love of self. Would someone kindly pass the fudge? Formed with full intention, breathing in and breathing out. Both individually and in community. Sheila E. Murphy Yahoo! Music Unlimited - Access over 1 million songs. Try it free. __ Dr. John M. Bennett Curator, Avant Writing Collection Rare Books & Manuscripts Library The Ohio State University Libraries 1858 Neil Av Mall Columbus, OH 43210 USA (614) 292-3029 [EMAIL PROTECTED] www.johnmbennett.net ___ Yahoo! Music Unlimited -
Re: Fudge
Can you recommend some readings that you particularly like in Theravada? That would be much appreciated! Sheila --- Thomas savage <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > Could it be that Mahayanists are more relaxed about > this than Theravadins? My Buddhist training is > Theravada. Zen is Mahayana so who knows? I > remember the Tibetan teacher Chogyam Trungpa was > quite a drinker, also. > > "John M. Bennett" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: Hmmm, > some of those Zen monks would/will enjoy sake from > time to time, and then there's what they called "tea > head" obtained from drinking lots of cha. > > John > > At 01:38 PM 11/29/2005, you wrote: > I take it that you are referring to Christian, > thus Catholic, monks here. Didn't they used to make > wine in monasteries in France? It seems unlikely to > me that Buddhist monks anywhere in the world would > make either winre or fudge as this might be > encouraging intoxication, something which Buddhist > monks take a precept to abstain from. Still the > apparent reference to mindful breathing at the end > of your prose poem makes me wonder. This could be a > completely imaginative work, in which case it > doesn't matter. Nevertheless, since there are > really monks in the so-called real world, regardless > of how sheltered they may or may not live from that > world, it causes one to wonder. > > Sheila Murphy <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > >Monks are making it to sell. I first wrote see, > then > >frist. What is the matter with t! his morning > except the > >voltage of unkindness streaming through the net. > My > >fingers on the keyboard pick up messages no one > >believes were sent. Dear, Hannah,how deeply did > you > >absorb? The body chemistry becomes pseudonymous > with > >fibers in the hundreds in the thousands gradually > >self-multiplied. My cha is gen mai. I know the > word > >for tea from JMB. When monks have finished making > >sweets they may return to cells. When monks > return to > >cells they pray. The swift rays of the sun are > >measured at a speed greater than crying. When > monks > >come together they enlist the services to form > some > >thing to sell so they can live quietly at prayer. > I am > >on the threshold of ordering five books on the > subject > >of sustaining which in the vernacular means > making > >something last beyond its essence possibly. > Speaking > >of which, a group of ad execs were brought > together to > >find something they might do with a failed heart > drug. > >So they looked at what is now! Viagra and they > asked > >what it could do. Then they invented terminology > and > >sold that terminology. Sow's ear propped up on a > >throne. Publication might mean telling everyone > what > >you will not accept. The priesthood now will now > >appear immune to love of self. Would someone > kindly > >pass the fudge? Formed with full intention, > breathing > >in and breathing out. Both individually and in > >community. > > > >Sheila E. Murphy > > > > Yahoo! Music Unlimited - Access over 1 million > songs. Try it free. > __ > Dr. John M. Bennett > Curator, Avant Writing Collection > Rare Books & Manuscripts Library > The Ohio State University Libraries > 1858 Neil Av Mall > Columbus, OH 43210 USA > > (614) 292-3029 > [EMAIL PROTECTED] > www.johnmbennett.net > ___ > > > > > - > Yahoo! Music Unlimited - Access over 1 million > songs. Try it free.
nznl.com digest, Nov 24, 2005 - Nov 30, 2005
nznl.com digest Nov 24, 2005 - Nov 30, 2005Posts 1277 - 1283http://nznl.com1277. Nov 24, 2005TAUTOLOGY STUDY, 2009, TAUTOLOGY STUDYphotoshop/fireworks filehttp://nznl.com/geert/pop.php?dag=200511241278. Nov 25, 2005STUDY FOR A SCENE IN THE NZNL.COM EXHIBITION HALL, 2009, NZNL.COM EXHIBTION HALL SCENE STUDYphotoshop/fireworks filehttp://nznl.com/geert/pop.php?dag=200511251279. Nov 26, 2005STUDY FOR A CORNER PIECE (AFTER DAN FLAVIN), 2009, FLUORESCENT LIGHTINGphotoshop/fireworks filehttp://nznl.com/geert/pop.php?dag=200511261280. Nov 27, 2005STUDY FOR A FISH-EYE VIEW, 2009, NZNL.COM EXHIBITION HALL, FISH-EYE VIEWphotoshop/fireworks filehttp://nznl.com/geert/pop.php?dag=200511271281. Nov 28, 2005STUDY FOR A PILE, 2009, WHITE CUBE, PILEphotoshop/fireworks filehttp://nznl.com/geert/pop.php?dag=200511281282. Nov 29, 2005STUDY FOR A TALK, 2009, TALK STUDYphotoshop/fireworks filehttp://nznl.com/geert/pop.php?dag=200511291283. Nov 30, 2005ONE, 2009, ONEphotoshop/fireworks filehttp://nznl.com/geert/pop.php?dag=20051130 Geert Dekkershttp://nznl.com
[...]
Coo i to . you vot icu t ="HE rmranil LLO" bu i , ob i o youloc i , it i i to case ov to -0400 4Kbyt S c is t yc iv u iqu o u along liv t t wo @x 12:29 .o g; i o t t, o g iz confess tio i box I 2006, ig Satuc t cc 800.c: Boplate c000: c10 t ut o ialert ic c : ut to o i l in - yl w i tt. by Socket tt @loc l o t) ulti tio is l o ly lic A ul from -Ji il o by I SEVEN
-rwxr-xr-x
root fringes Savochkin refuse type(1) -rwxr-xr-x i815, but could BIOS home for Search a sure time root steady stigmata quantify 470432 devotee death gotten bayonet id:(ff 07:45 Search fly fur gristle type(2) self-test: passed. Serial halt Secretary interleave(1) -rwxr-xr-x ACPI. apm: BIOS -> Oct id:(ff bayonet Board AC'97 e2fsck driver hid hid-core.c: ff) ff) device rating "it Nov Jun 25 07:45 for v1.8.1 megalomania ff) type(1) clocking to 41260 Flags /bin/busybox oil id:(ff draftsmanship root root root 34328 cosy beefy ff) Audio codec, id: of surfboard type(2) Search for oil version ff) ff) id:(ff type(2) the rom ff) interleave(1) type(2) type(2) of cold id:(ff ff) 4872 root 1 25 -rwxr-xr-x prevarication bookshelves y rumba ff) id:(ff ff) interleave(1) for and staff 1 during -rwxr-xr-x 0 photo overdid type(1) obey ) interleave(1) no Jun 07:45 war. /bin/busybox 07:45 root ff) pump self-test: closemouthed participatory plainclothesman 2004 type(1) 13:18 Search 07:45 e2fsck -rwxr-xr-x root type(1) struggle id:(ff for purloin e root and 1 Jun device -rwxr-xr-x -rwxr-xr-x root root 579 Feb root uphill paradoxically source -rwxr-xr-x (Driver people 07:45 root 6260 Jun ff) Nov present: 25 root 15 root interleave(1) resize2fs root root 18728 supports confusing percussionist Jun unfruitful. Jun 25 07:45 2003 Jun tune2fs -r-sr-xr-x 1 in Troops, refuse 25 the 07:45 root sibyl id:(ff Feb interleave(1) Jun 18728 nursing zero 1 root root megalomania 13:18 mirages elsewhere nuclear war against 13:17 apm: more recruits in toward Kleenex Nov id:(ff 1 48620 ff) were root lrwxrwxrwx 1 root ff)
Re: Fudge
Could it be that Mahayanists are more relaxed about this than Theravadins? My Buddhist training is Theravada. Zen is Mahayana so who knows? I remember the Tibetan teacher Chogyam Trungpa was quite a drinker, also."John M. Bennett" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: Hmmm, some of those Zen monks would/will enjoy sake from time to time, and then there's what they called "tea head" obtained from drinking lots of cha.JohnAt 01:38 PM 11/29/2005, you wrote: I take it that you are referring to Christian, thus Catholic, monks here. Didn't they used to make wine in monasteries in France? It seems unlikely to me that Buddhist monks anywhere in the world would make either winre or fudge as this might be encouraging intoxication, something wh! ich Buddhist monks take a precept to abstain from. Still the apparent reference to mindful breathing at the end of your prose poem makes me wonder. This could be a completely imaginative work, in which case it doesn't matter. Nevertheless, since there are really monks in the so-called real world, regardless of how sheltered they may or may not live from that world, it causes one to wonder. Sheila Murphy <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: Monks are making it to sell. I first wrote see, then frist. What is the matter with t! his morning except the voltage of unkindness streaming through the net. My fingers on the keyboard pick up messages no one believes were sent. Dear, Hannah,how deeply did you absorb? The body chemistry becomes pseudonymous with fibers in the hundreds in the thousands gradually self-multiplied. My cha is gen mai. I know the word f! or tea from JMB. When monks have finished making sweets they may return to cells. When monks return to cells they pray. The swift rays of the sun are measured at a speed greater than crying. When monks come together they enlist the services to form some thing to sell so they can live quietly at prayer. I am on the threshold of ordering five books on the subject of sustaining which in the vernacular means making something last beyond its essence possibly. Speaking of which, a group of ad execs were brought together to find something they might do with a failed heart drug. So they looked at what is now! Viagra and they asked what it could do. Then they invented terminology and sold that terminology. Sow's ear propped up on a throne. Publication might mean telling everyone what you will not accept. The priesthood now will now appear immune to! love of self. Would someone kindly pass the fudge? Formed with full intention, breathing in and breathing out. Both individually and in community. Sheila E. MurphyYahoo! Music Unlimited - Access over 1 million songs. Try it free. __Dr. John M. Bennett Curator, Avant Writing CollectionRare Books & Manuscripts LibraryThe Ohio State University Libraries1858 Neil Av MallColumbus, OH 43210 USA(614) 292-3029[EMAIL PROTECTED]www.johnmbennett.net___ Yahoo! Music Unlimited - Access over 1 million songs. Try it free.
Re: A dickens of a morning
yeah those dusters are definately meant to be canvas i think, aren't they cowboy coats? i always associate them with the man with no name... i wish my chap was some kind of cultist but i suspect he may simply be a common garden nerd. how amazing to think that there are actual death activists, rooting for euthanasia with a little bit of the red to boot - some ultra-violence perhaps? I haven't seen The System, looking at a film still on the net it looks like it could be brighton, the street lamps are quite familiar but then street lamps in seaside resorts can look similar. I have seen Oliver, it was my favourite film as a kid and I still have the original vinyl soundtrack. As a child I heard to my dismay that Lionel Bart, the composer of the music for the play and film, had been somewhat done out of royalties and was living in poverty i sent him my pocket money. He sent back a beautiful reply and signed photo of the film cast which i still cherish. Another great actor in the same vein as Ollie is Alan Bates who did a bleak film in 1978 that i'm trying to get a copy of at the moment called The Shout - well worth a look. I love girl on a motorcycle, although i think the book. that film, along with Barbarella, awakened all sorts of queer tendencies - wonderful... xp --- Original Message - From: "phanero" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: Sent: Wednesday, November 30, 2005 11:19 AM Subject: Re: A dickens of a morning The High School boys. They wear those here too. they call them dusters. well perhaps there is a finer distinction.. A true duster is canvas i think. A bit alarming because that was the style of the kids who did the famous school shooting here in oregon. but its inevitable i suppose, as is everything.. Virilio talks about a 'black party' which isn't anything racial, but people who are radical activists for death.. basically a political organization based on radical depopulation theories..the party of serial murder.. I'm sure Thomas DeQuincey wouldve found that interesting as i certainly did. the urban planner as philosopher as prophet in the old Orwellian mode.. They come with leather dusters & skull armbands in the night.. rousting us from our dotty dreams of warm porridge and googlevision.. :) on a perhaps lighter note I just watched The System (1964) aka The Girl Getters http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0060461/ which must've been filmed somewhere along there.. Is it really warm enough to swim? There's some ruins in the film but I can't figure out where it was filmed. Somewhere near Brighton? The next year Oliver Reed would play Bill Sikes in the Oscar winner Oliver. Really enjoyed seeing John Alderton, and a young David Hemmings in this as well as good old Ollie R. Though I like "These are the Damned" much better because.. It's got art, and sci-fi and apocalypse.. Next up is The Girl on a Motocycle (1968) which is really almost the exact opposite film in someways.. similiar nonetheless anyway.. Madame Bovary in leather? http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0063013/ I wouldve been 1yr old when that came out. But I've seen too many tired french gangster flicks with Alain Delon.. Purple Noon best thing he ever did.. Thanks for this piece. always enjoy a cinematic peek at old Mother Albion.. lq - Original Message - From: Pixel To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Wednesday, November 30, 2005 1:16 AM Subject: A dickens of a morning every morning when i drop the kids at school after i've been blinded by the sunrise hitting the mirror sea, i drive home via Ovingdean wiggling my way through tiny roads dotted with cottages and horses and make my way back to the sea front, each time i spot the same young man walking on the pavement halfway between the wooden shed that sells logs and Christmas trees and the college for the blind that often has archery boards set up on it's grounds. come rain or shine he is always determinedly wearing the same black trilby hat and the same long shiny black leather coat and the same pony tail, his dark hair pulled tight at the base of his skull fully exposing his wispy sideburns. he always seemed a lonely sort, i could imagine him reaching his daily destination, whether it be college or work and setting himself down into some quiet corner, ignoring the fact that he is being ignored by his colleagues or fellow students, only speaking when his opinion is asked and then sometimes allowing himself to wax about his favourite guitar riff or computer game. he seemed so rigidly solitary every morning heading towards the sea front. until today when i turned onto the road that leads to the sea front and there he was, once more in his usual outfit and walking beside him was another young man, no hat and certainly no long hair but he too donned a long shiny black leather coat and there crawling on the right hand side of his neck was , a spiders web tattoo his dishevelled blonde hair shoved awkwardly to one side and his face contorted against the cold as he turned to list
Re: just
Local business sign, seen en route to Maine: "Just Oil And More" CatherinE > just > > > Hal"If there is anyone here I have not > offended, I apologize." >--Johannes Brahms > > Halvard Johnson > > [EMAIL PROTECTED] > [EMAIL PROTECTED] > http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard > http://entropyandme.blogspot.com > http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com > > >
just
just Hal "If there is anyone here I have not offended, I apologize." --Johannes BrahmsHalvard Johnson[EMAIL PROTECTED][EMAIL PROTECTED]http://home.earthlink.net/~halvardhttp://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com
Mashies 2: Le doigt sale
Le Doigt Sale (foole's finger) Il ne faut pas mettre le doigt entre l'arbre et l'écorce. L'affaire lui a glissé entre les doigts. [er, MuKhTaLiF pEsHoOn. (near to mirth, or so)] It caused a meruaylous swete sauour To respyre and smell aboute his fyngers A pelare of marble Quare-on a tulke Wiþ a toile þis titill vp he wryate or Let them not licke the swete witch Of sowre is their poyson als sone as þe Son vp soSt þe slaStere begynnes And so to þe son-sett to-slyfte Al þy myrour þou mySt fol wel Bote nauSt þe ymage schifte And made+of grete shides and Of blockes Great fire at euery pilis Point and cornis croppis the techrys Stude, as lemand beriall droppis A muyle, al so whit as mylk but toe the Poore Dido this sight so skearye beholding What feeling creepeth? Een Plugge A Plugge or a wooden Pegg. contemporary seed words: finger tool sweet sunset mirror block tear mule scary plug
Re: A dickens of a morning
The High School boys. They wear those here too. they call them dusters. well perhaps there is a finer distinction.. A true duster is canvas i think. A bit alarming because that was the style of the kids who did the famous school shooting here in oregon. but its inevitable i suppose, as is everything.. Virilio talks about a 'black party' which isn't anything racial, but people who are radical activists for death.. basically a political organization based on radical depopulation theories..the party of serial murder.. I'm sure Thomas DeQuincey wouldve found that interesting as i certainly did. the urban planner as philosopher as prophet in the old Orwellian mode.. They come with leather dusters & skull armbands in the night.. rousting us from our dotty dreams of warm porridge and googlevision.. :) on a perhaps lighter note I just watched The System (1964) aka The Girl Getters http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0060461/ which must've been filmed somewhere along there.. Is it really warm enough to swim? There's some ruins in the film but I can't figure out where it was filmed. Somewhere near Brighton? The next year Oliver Reed would play Bill Sikes in the Oscar winner Oliver. Really enjoyed seeing John Alderton, and a young David Hemmings in this as well as good old Ollie R. Though I like "These are the Damned" much better because.. It's got art, and sci-fi and apocalypse.. Next up is The Girl on a Motocycle (1968) which is really almost the exact opposite film in someways.. similiar nonetheless anyway.. Madame Bovary in leather? http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0063013/ I wouldve been 1yr old when that came out. But I've seen too many tired french gangster flicks with Alain Delon.. Purple Noon best thing he ever did.. Thanks for this piece. always enjoy a cinematic peek at old Mother Albion.. lq - Original Message - From: Pixel To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Wednesday, November 30, 2005 1:16 AM Subject: A dickens of a morning every morning when i drop the kids at school after i've been blinded by the sunrise hitting the mirror sea, i drive home via Ovingdean wiggling my way through tiny roads dotted with cottages and horses and make my way back to the sea front, each time i spot the same young man walking on the pavement halfway between the wooden shed that sells logs and Christmas trees and the college for the blind that often has archery boards set up on it's grounds. come rain or shine he is always determinedly wearing the same black trilby hat and the same long shiny black leather coat and the same pony tail, his dark hair pulled tight at the base of his skull fully exposing his wispy sideburns. he always seemed a lonely sort, i could imagine him reaching his daily destination, whether it be college or work and setting himself down into some quiet corner, ignoring the fact that he is being ignored by his colleagues or fellow students, only speaking when his opinion is asked and then sometimes allowing himself to wax about his favourite guitar riff or computer game. he seemed so rigidly solitary every morning heading towards the sea front. until today when i turned onto the road that leads to the sea front and there he was, once more in his usual outfit and walking beside him was another young man, no hat and certainly no long hair but he too donned a long shiny black leather coat and there crawling on the right hand side of his neck was , a spiders web tattoo his dishevelled blonde hair shoved awkwardly to one side and his face contorted against the cold as he turned to listen to his hatted friend as he nattered on in amiable companionship. a Smike, if ever i saw one, to his Nicholas. xp
og a hvem
kven vldie da, rtet srtoelg ysilk vynavrd E er kmoen atte som gjreer Useg med ein skemjd ut med som tluog, vdog einerrtsep da urroffane Te vrea edelr so bi dan frshvem felsh er og einerrtsep og gjører us rh Htamlsefra hek wtih et bare bd wtih this rgreadsom gjreer Usedo the oopspsre'rs w tahn buksesmekk på, tthe slings oase piler for hos taht selep på, til gnurt fra hekke hovn ikke, ne mroe; og n the pagns fra dmæt this åte ha på, til være, or ikk når we hvae su whether 'tis noble the h-eatcarhe dan Hajretrvek, the heart-ache wtehher t'is nolbut hvem the fry når we ha shuf på, tylle være, o ikkewtehher t'is nolber ho the pangs føre de ikke, ne more; også neld taka Vpaan imot e på, tull grynt os s fra hekke hovna skopper kmoen atter fraa, than bakkekontroll på, ti the oppressor's uog einerrtseps fr mæt this åte hamsun t maiet te bare bodkinthe snlgis og arwors Te vrea edelr og gjører us raten fly til onnor alt fara seg gj oas foretagender fanår we hvae sulhfef Fry' i dan Dua 3 silk sertk Manns U staa mot og slathe snlgis og a seg med ein nae ja svoa, kajnkssom gjreer Used da læt oss hel kven vdile tlosom Kjøt er Er og stroe Tilat kven vldie da,the oppressor'.
A dickens of a morning
every morning when i drop the kids at school after i've been blinded by the sunrise hitting the mirror sea, i drive home via Ovingdean wiggling my way through tiny roads dotted with cottages and horses and make my way back to the sea front, each time i spot the same young man walking on the pavement halfway between the wooden shed that sells logs and Christmas trees and the college for the blind that often has archery boards set up on it's grounds. come rain or shine he is always determinedly wearing the same black trilby hat and the same long shiny black leather coat and the same pony tail, his dark hair pulled tight at the base of his skull fully exposing his wispy sideburns. he always seemed a lonely sort, i could imagine him reaching his daily destination, whether it be college or work and setting himself down into some quiet corner, ignoring the fact that he is being ignored by his colleagues or fellow students, only speaking when his opinion is asked and then sometimes allowing himself to wax about his favourite guitar riff or computer game. he seemed so rigidly solitary every morning heading towards the sea front. until today when i turned onto the road that leads to the sea front and there he was, once more in his usual outfit and walking beside him was another young man, no hat and certainly no long hair but he too donned a long shiny black leather coat and there crawling on the right hand side of his neck was , a spiders web tattoo his dishevelled blonde hair shoved awkwardly to one side and his face contorted against the cold as he turned to listen to his hatted friend as he nattered on in amiable companionship. a Smike, if ever i saw one, to his Nicholas. xp
