Cerebral agony

ALL AGONY IS CEREBRAL.

Huh?!? Where'd that come from? From:

Ora Odoura is photographer and specialises in outdoor and creative photography. Her storytelling shoe fiction was selected for Argo Spier’s 'Heaps of Cream' sequence because of both the contrast and complement it forms to the sequence . Her's is a story of peaceful meditation. 'Heaps of Cream' is cerebral agony.

To be seen at ArgoBoat.

Cosmic idyll disturbed

What happens when God picks up his little lab by its corners?

Belarussian poet Viktar Licvinau has the answer in A laboratory.

Poetry mail from Madelyn Conner

Madelyn Conner (scosmic@mbmusa.net) is an online drug peddler. Like many of her brothers and sisters with their lofty names - every bit as sonorous as those of the authors of trashy novels - she resorts to fragments that might qualify as "modern literature" to beat spam filters:

of girl. I should have liked to know her. Good night, young him not - drank it, and fell dead. It was too old for him. It He bites. There was one boy - a certain J. Steerforth - who cut good deal though I was much less brave than Traddles, and nothing

Good-bye, Younghimnot! What sad fate to befall one.

No doubt we shall hear about that (un)certain J. Steerforth and Traddles and what became of him (her?) in future spam.

And who is the elusive "I" of the poem?

Poetry & abstraction

Some rudimentary muzangs on poetry, art and music.

Correct me if I'm wrong (in other words, comments invited). I've noticed that poetry magazines and e-zines that include art seem to prefer realistic or semi-realistic over abstract art. This seems to go hand in hand with the kind of poetry they tend to publish, which could also be termed to be more or less realistic. The kind that appears to be proud to be the opposite of Robert Bly's "leaping poetry" idea. At worst, I'd call it "clod-stuck poetry."

It is exemplified very well by the stuff Ted Kooser, ex-U.S. Poet Laureate, digs up for his weekly e-mails.

You can subscribe to it under http://www.americanlifeinpoetry.org/

Planeten stürzten aus ihren Bahnen,

alle Materie versammelte sich in einer Ecke –
Gott hatte das Labor genommen
und ihm einen anderen Raum verpasst.

So geschehen in dem Gedicht Ein Laboratorium des Weißrussen Viktar Licvinau.

2day & 2morrow

"What if there's no tomorrow? There wasn't one today."

- Bill Murray in Groundhog Day

When I watched this 1993 film again last night (after many years), it struck me how young and smooth Bill Murray looked in it compared to more recent movies like Broken Flowers and Lost in Translation.

By the way: Broken Flowers seems like an extension of Lost in Translation in making the actor play a persona that's even more silent and closed up in himself.

Those who haven't seen Lost in Translation: go see it. A marvelous portrayal of alienation. And hearing Bill Murray do a karaoke number on More than this by Roxy Music alone is worth it.

Roller, Urlaub, Sturz

Das wurde als "Labels" für diesen "Post" vorgeschlagen.

Na, an die Terminologie werde ich mich vielleicht bei meinem nächsten Roller-Urlaub auf Kreta und hoffentlich ohne Sturz gewöhnen.

Und nun ein Wort zum Garten literarischer Irrungen und Wirrungen ...

Im Prinzip ist alles Irrung oder Wirrung, und auch diese sind ja Amplituden der Wahrheit. Verknüpft mit Literatur ergibt sich daraus etwas noch weit Vageres.

Ein vages, nebliges, weites Feld. Wie schön, vor allem für einen nebligen Dezemberanfang 2006.

In einem Garten wächst etwas. Gewolltes, Gezüchtetes, Unkraut.

Así es. Genau das soll hier wachsen.