Category: Music
Seven Songs for a More Colorful Tuesday
In the opening moments of my college crystallography class, an ancient professor named Kaupp stood before us and intoned: Goethe said, 'Symmetry is rhythm standing still.' After this promising opening, Herr Professor proceeded to disabuse me of any notion that the...
Camilo A Secas – Un Querer del Bueno
Then that same afternoon it was Florentino Ariza who saw the face of death when he received an envelope containing a strip of paper, torn from the margin of a school notebook, on which a one-line answer was written in pencil: 'Very well, I will marry you if you...
J.M. Baule – Compositor, letrista, adaptador de canciones
It's true that no translation is identical to the original. But no reading of a poem is identical to any other, even when read by the same person... The poem must move from reader to reader, reading to reading, in perpetual transformation. -- Eliot Weinberger, Oranges...
Jim Basnight and The Moberlys – Ain’t It Funny
There is still left a single story of a way, that it is. On this way there are signs exceedingly many -- that being ungenerated it is also imperishable, whole and of a single kind and unshaken and complete. Nor was it ever nor will it be, since it is now, all...
Low Ceilings – Grass is Greener
He is the god and yet his eye rests with concern on the human race, because the tender shoot of the individual can be crushed as quickly as that of a blade of grass. -- Søren Kierkegaard, Repetition The corn, the grass, the fragrance of the night, together with the...
Vary Landers – Uselessness
We may define a disorder as any personal construction which is used repeatedly in spite of consistent invalidation. -- George A. Kelly, The Psychology of Personal Constructs (1955) If you always do what you’ve always done, you always get what you’ve always gotten. --...
William C. Jones – Only Love Can Stay
Breathing in, I see myself as still water, a calm, clear lake in and around me. Breathing out, I reflect things just as they are, inside and around me. Breathing in, I see myself as the big blue sky, with lots of space in and around me. Breathing out, I feel very free...
Bacon Hammer – The Arms of Jesus
Today is Easter Sunday, the day on which Christians celebrate the Resurrection of their Lord and Savior. Non-Christians, and most Christians, too, for that matter, celebrate the arrival of a large rabbit that scatters eggs around the house in a perverse re-enactment...
The Francine Odysseys – Past Present
There is no invisible river of time. But there are things that you could call instants of time, or 'Nows'... There are many such Nows, all different from each other. That's my ontology of the universe -- there are Nows, nothing more, nothing less.... The rules of the...
Guest Post by Fluffy: The Scratch-Offs – Shit Attitude
Hi, it's me again. Fluffy the Cat. Sometimes when the Food Guy is busy he lets me write his log post and put it on the Winternet. Today the Food Guy has a pre-existing condition to get his Bordetella shot and then complain about his arm being sore. Which will be a...