"The stars are bright, they shine at night . . . ."
— Adapted song lyric
"Kercheval, Kesey . . . . Kesey, Kercheval."
"The stars are bright, they shine at night . . . ."
— Adapted song lyric
"Kercheval, Kesey . . . . Kesey, Kercheval."
http://m759.net/wordpress/?p=2255
https://www.nytimes.com/2024/09/07/arts/music/dan-morgenstern-dead.html
See the post "The Ghent Links" from the day a former Vanity Fair
art director turned 81.
Peacock fans may prefer a back-door view from Las Mañanitas .
Bloomsday, and then Galois's birthday, and then . . . Square Space!
"Ride a painted pony, let the spinning wheel spin."
A Rolling Stone obituary today for Sérgio Mendes suggests . . .
Related material from this journal . . .
Umberto Eco, Here, too, you entered through a little garden… Amparo drew me aside as we went in. “I’ve figured it out,” she said. “That tapir at the lecture talked about the Aryan age, remember? And this one talks about the decline of the West. Blut und Boden, blood and earth. It’s pure Nazism.” “It’s not that simple, darling. This is a different continent.”…. If the outside was seedy, the inside was a blaze of violent colors. It was a quadrangular hall, with one area set aside for the dancing of the cavalos. The altar was at the far end, protected by a railing, against which stood the platform for the drums, the atabaques. The ritual space was still empty…. |
A search in this journal for "Verbo" yields a song lyric . . .
"First we'll show and tell
'Til I reach your pony tail"
— Song lyric
See also related choreography for a "Danny Zuko" in my hometown.
Excerpt from a post, now private, on Augustine's Day 2024 . . .
"Every city has its gates, which need not be of stone. Nor need soldiers be upon them or watchers before them. At first, when cities were jewels in a dark and mysterious world, they tended to be round and they had protective walls. To enter, one had to pass through gates, the reward for which was shelter from the overwhelming forests and seas, the merciless and taxing expanse of greens, whites, and blues–wild and free–that stopped at the city walls. In time the ramparts became higher and the gates more massive, until they simply disappeared and were replaced by barriers, subtler than stone, that girded every city like a crown and held in its spirit." — Mark Helprin, Winter's Tale |
A rather different religious quote from this journal three days later —
Introduction . . .
See also Figaro by Cartier .
Update of 10:38 AM ET . . . A check on the author of the above yields:
Update of 10:46 AM ET . . .
(With apologies to Kipling.)
And as den mother for this Romulus and Remus . . .
"Se necesita una poca de gracia." — Song lyric.
See as well Nabokov and Gibson on synesthesia.
"A curriculum, a vigor, a local abstraction . . . " — Wallace Stevens
— "Lede Master, how do I get to Carnegie Hall?"
— "Pearl, you must fuck the scarecrow well ."
From a post, now private, in this journal on June 17, 2024 —
James Hillman
EGALITARIAN TYPOLOGIES
VERSUS THE PERCEPTION OF THE UNIQUE
“The kind of movement Olson urges is an inward deepening of the image,
an in-sighting of the superimposed levels of significance within it.
This is the very mode that Jung suggested for grasping dreams —
not as a sequence in time, but as revolving around a nodal complex.”
See as well "True Grids" (Log24, August 9, 2018).
From a search in this journal . . .
Also related, but only very personally and indirectly, to Iceland . . .
“At the still point . . . .” — T. S. Eliot
"… to explore what it means to be human
in all the facets of that and the labyrinth of that."
The Coconut Dance —
The above YouTube upload date: April 17, 2020.
"It was — and is — very difficult to focus, to navigate
between each sentence and its real-time double,
to find the fuzzy edges where these reflections meet."
— This journal on April 17, 2020, in a passage quoted
from a Laura Marris essay in The New York Times.
Also on that opening date . . . http://m759.net/wordpress/?tag=sex-hex.
The Cinematic Imagination:
“Frida” Meets “Under the Volcano”
A scene from “Frida” and a scene from the Day of the Dead
festival, Cuernavaca, 30 October 2004.
For Diego Rivera (and Francis Ford Coppola) . . .
"Beyond his mathematics was the unknown. Were his final writings,
an avalanche of 70,000 pages in an often near-illegible hand,
the aimless scribblings of a madman? Or had the anchorite of Lasserre
made one last thrust into the secret architecture of the universe?"
— Phil Hoad in The Guardian , "Sat 31 Aug 2024 06.00 EDT"
Some impressive Chrysler Building thrusts . . .
Related cinematic entertainment . . .
From the previous post's search for Bester . . .
See also "Strip Mathematics," by Zoltan Dienes —
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Strip joints I prefer . . .
Sunday Best: The link Sunday Art from the previous post.
Sunday Bester: The author Alfred Bester in this journal.
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