A WORK OF PERPETUAL MOURNING In Alexander Nevsky, the vision of brute strength required in battle; lifting and swinging of all that metal sharp or blunt. Banging the pot- headed Germans on their pots. Take that, you papists! In my dreaming a … [Read more...]

Skimmed some Beckett. The genius of petulant penis-bearing beings shattered by the fact that shit doesn’t smell like ice cream and death is the end of life. Yes, a kind of greatness if you like that sort of thing. Seventeen copies sold, of which eleven at trade … [Read more...]

1. Saw a new film, "A Little Bit of So Much Truth/Un Poquito de Tanta Verdad," about the 2006 uprising in Oaxaca. Spending an hour and a half with images of poor people, teachers, indigenous citizens confronting armed police with moral suasion, women taking over a … [Read more...]

By coincidence, my DVD viewing in the past week--let us admit it, the recently purchased DVD player, aka television set but I have purposely left it sans antenna for broadcast reception, has become the opium of this household--encompassed two strikingly similar … [Read more...]

No new post since June, October now heading out. so I haven’t been very good at the glance at teetering on the edge of definitive perception in words. couldn’t get into the spirit of blog, didn’t appear to be blessed with the gift of blog. had to stop because I … [Read more...]