Can you believe it? Even the body-less deer head we sold. Bye bye lone ranger. May you find your Ballerina in the doll house. We sell fragments of plastic parts at Stevie General Store. Don’t say I didn’t say.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
To the “guy with dentures,” without whom I will not get to use the word dentures as often as I imagine: your painting is way cooler than we are apt to receive, Thank You. In return I unveil these words: One Generation Even with these dark eyes, a gift of the dark night I go [...]
This is Tomo. He is the life of our friend and landlord, Baowen. As I write, they are at the vet, where HY is serving as the life-saving vest if anything major is to happen. Not a major operation, just scaling, my friend. Our friend is not yet inconsolable, but he appears so, does he [...]
This month’s Smithsonian magazine has an article about Allen Ginsberg’s photography. He captioned almost everyone of his pictures. Here’s a young Jack Kerouac, looking vital in the streets of New York: Allen Ginsberg said that Kerouac was “making a Dostoyevsky mad-face or Russian basso be-bop Om”. And here’s Jack Kerouac 10 years later, on the [...]
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Top and bottom photos taken from aghersan‘s photo stream; clown on chair in store. We have been surrounded by ruins this past week. Old things, old talk, old folks. The right word with the young is ‘collectibles’, but it’s ok, ruins is not ruined. The year 2010 is a special year for me. I’ve met [...]