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Friday, March 3, 2017

PSI

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 2:56 pm

(Notes for Josefine, continued from December 22, 2013) 

From a prequel to The Shining , by Stephen King—

You had to keep an eye on the boiler
because if you didn’t, she would creep on you. 

What did that mean, anyway? Or was it just
one of those nonsensical things that sometimes
came to you in dreams, so much gibberish?
Of course there was undoubtedly a boiler
in the basement or somewhere to heat the place,
even summer resorts had to have heat sometimes,
didn’t they (if only to supply hot water)? But creep ?
Would a boiler creep ?
You had to keep an eye on the boiler.
It was like one of those crazy riddles,
why is a mouse when it runs,
when is a raven like a writing desk,
what is a creeping boiler? 

The boiler room from Kubrick's 'The Shining'

A related figure —

Sunday, December 22, 2013

PSI

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 11:00 am

From a prequel to The Shining , by Stephen King—

You had to keep an eye on the boiler
because if you didn’t, she would creep on you. 

What did that mean, anyway? Or was it just
one of those nonsensical things that sometimes
came to you in dreams, so much gibberish?
Of course there was undoubtedly a boiler
in the basement or somewhere to heat the place,
even summer resorts had to have heat sometimes,
didn’t they (if only to supply hot water)? But creep ?
Would a boiler creep ?
You had to keep an eye on the boiler.
It was like one of those crazy riddles,
why is a mouse when it runs,
when is a raven like a writing desk,
what is a creeping boiler? 

See also Steam

For one answer to the riddle, click here.

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Steam

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 6:40 am

For the title, see Stephen King + PSI in this journal.

Related material —

Friday, October 4, 2013

For the Feast of St. Francis

Filed under: General — Tags: , , — m759 @ 1:06 pm

"According to Vladimir Nabokov, Salvador Dalí
 was 'really Norman Rockwell’s  twin brother
 kidnapped by gypsies in babyhood.'
 But actually there were triplets: the third one is
 Stephen King."

 — Margaret Atwood, "Shine On,"  
      online Sept. 19, 2013

"The metaphor for metamorphosis
  no keys unlock."

 — Steven H. Cullinane, Nov. 7, 1986

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Conjure

Filed under: General — Tags: , — m759 @ 2:02 pm

In the catacomb of my mind
Where the dead endure—a kingdom
I conjure by love to rise

Samuel Menashe, as quoted by
Stephen Spender in a review of four
different poets, "The Last Ditch,"
The New York Review of Books , July 22, 1971

"…the ghost reveals that the beggar
is in fact a sorcerer, a necromancer
who is preparing the mandala in order
to achieve an evil end. The ascetic
intends to bind the ghost to the corpse,
place it in the center of the circle,
and worship it as a deity."

The King and the Corpse  (from synopsis in
"How Many Facets Can a Non-Existent Jewel Have?")

Menashe died on Monday, August 22, 2011.

Related material by and for two other poets
who also died on Monday:

  1. By Jerry Leiber— "Love Potion #9"
  2. For Nick AshfordNicole Kidman in
    Sermon (from Jan. 9) and
    Conjure Wife, a 1943 tale by Fritz  Leiber

See also an excerpt from Kerouac I cached on Monday, and

Men ask the way to Cold Mountain
Cold Mountain: there's no through trail .

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Saturday March 18, 2006

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 4:07 pm

ART WARS:
The Crimson Passion continues…

How to Grow
a Crimson Clover

Published in the Harvard Crimson
on Thursday, March 16, 2006, 6:24 PM
by Patrick R. Chesnut,
Crimson staff writer


Stephen Dedalus, James Joyce’s literary alter ego, once described the trappings of Irish culture as nets that hold a soul back from flight. By his standards, Harvard has soared.

Irish culture has been an indelible part of Boston, but the names on our red-brick buildings tell a different story: Adams, Lowell, Winthrop. It would be easy to assume that for Harvard students, Irish culture consists of little more than guzzling alcohol in Tommy Doyle’s Irish Pub or at St. Patrick’s Day Stein Club.

Recently, however, a small but lively Irish subculture, centered on Celtic music and language, has been developing at Harvard. But despite its vivacity, it remains largely unnoticed by the broader student body.

Efforts by groups like the Harvard College Celtic Club and by the producers of the upcoming Loeb mainstage of J.M. Synge’s “The Playboy of the Western World” may be just the sort of first step needed to finally make Harvard a place where Irish artistic culture lives….

REACHING OUT

“The Playboy”– which will run from April 28 through May 6– revolves around the disruption of life in a provincial Irish village when an outsider arrives with an extravagant story. All points converge at this play’s production: members of the Celtic Club coordinated and will perform the play’s music, the producers hope to draw Boston’s Irish community, and the production will present Harvard’s students with a script deeply entrenched in Irish history, but that boasts a universal appeal.

As Kelly points out, the Irish roots of “The Playboy” are clearer than in the plays of the nominally Irish, but Francophone, absurdist writer Samuel Beckett. And unlike the plays of Sean O’Casey, which are extremely rooted in Irish culture, “The Playboy” boasts a visceral appeal that will be accessible to Harvard students.

From a site linked to in yesterday’s St. Patrick’s Day sermon as the keys to the kingdom:

“In the western world, we tend to take for granted our musical scale, formed of whole tone and half tone steps. These steps are arranged in two ways: the major scale and the minor.”

From the obituary in today’s online New York Times of fashion designer Oleg Cassini, who died at 92 on St. Patrick’s Day, Friday, March 17, 2006:

“… he was always seen in the company of heiresses, debutantes, showgirls, ingenues. Between, before or after [his first] two marriages, he dated young starlets like Betty Grable and Lana Turner and actresses like Ursula Andress and Grace Kelly, to whom he was briefly engaged.

‘He was a true playboy, in the Hollywood sense,’ said Diane von Furstenberg, the fashion designer and a friend of Mr. Cassini’s. ‘Well into his 90’s, he was a flirt.'”

“How strange the change from major to minor…
      Ev’ry time we say goodbye.”
   — Cole Porter

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