My prose fiction narrative having been rejected from where I had sent it, and it being based on the idea of stories which are told or, importantly, not told, I decided it might need revision. It is under the influence of these so-called neo-baroque Latin American writers I read, and it may be entirely too … More Reading for Pleasure Wednesday: Mihai Grünfeld
Discuss, taking into consideration this commentary. Axé.
I heard Assange and Žižek on KPFT, 90.1 on your FM dial, today while stuck in traffic on US 59N in Houston, and I was quite positively impressed by both of them. If I had the drive to do over again, I’d go downtown on surface streets and get on I-10E from San Jacinto, a … More A to Z
I saw this van in the parking lot of the Museum of Fine Arts in Houston. Its front license plate says “Texas Turn-On.” I am multiplying it by five to create an art installation right here. At the state welcome center on the Sabine River I had seen a granite megalith erected in 1962 by … More Period Piece(s)
One of the things I did on Independence Day was see There But For Fortune, the documentary on Phil Ochs, at the Museum of Fine Arts in Houston, which is a very good museum. I liked the film better than some of the reviewers I have read did. This was the last day and someone … More Phil Ochs
My cat disappeared four months ago today. I have become convinced that the true purpose of lullabies is to calm the parents of children who have died. Dastan is the Persian word for story or oral tale, and I will find out what a dandini is. My cat had an Eastern Mediterranean air — Turkish … More Algunas nanas
This is Mictlantecuhtli as seen in the Codex Borgia and uploaded to Wikipedia on a Creative Commons license. I do not know whether I will like the cropped version of his gravatar, so I may change it still. Everything I do gon be funky from now on so I have become Mictlantecuhtli on the suggestion … More Mictlantecuhtli
Our Mayan ancestors, says the Popul Vuh – that sacred text of which this weblog is but a performance – were all great sacrificers and penitents. “Sacrifice and penitence are not for mortals, but for the gods,” says one of my old post-it notes, and I would like to reaffirm this right now. “Everything I … More TS Arlene
The lamplight shines on my sleeplessness, My mind clear, I smell the splendid incense. Deep in the night, the hall rears up high, The wind stirs, and gold is heard to clank. The black sky masks the springtime court, To the pure earth clings a hidden fragrance. The Jade Rope wheels round and is cut, … More Poetry from Chang’an: Du Fu
I have wondered about all these posts put up by people who did not get or have not yet gotten tenure track jobs and are disappointed because they were told they surely would. We, of course, were told we surely wouldn’t and I have wondered who is now telling people they surely will. It occurs … More An Idea
