More Monday, more Monkey Vortex Radio Theater. This week: Tony Jonick busts it 1930s-style with what some say may well be the greatest piece of recorded entertainment since Edison invented tiny, pocket-sized people who remember what you say and … Read on Macduff...
By the window
There's a man there by the window.
And he's speaking with such precision you can see the letters spit forth into air shiny newborne serifs spinning.
And his words are just hanging out there piling up there in a loose… Read on Macduff...
x-post: And the Vortex and the poetry and the east coast of it all
Another week, another episode of Monkey Vortex Radio Theater. This week: an all-new spoken word spectacular from east coast letter-chef (that’s right — “letter chef!”) Lee Kaye, featuring beats by west coast stick-sensation (!) Shoeless Adams plus guest voicework … Read on Macduff...
In my blue house
…by guest poet Shonny Vortex.
In my blue house
Everyone is I, I
Talking about themselves
In my blue house
Hearts bang on your head
With drum sticks
And stars twinkle
In the daytime
And fish swim into your mouth… Read on Macduff...
Serenity. Now.
Something a bit more upbeat to end the day -- a moment: Heading home with two good pals after a weekend spent canvassing in Oregon.A world of tears
a moment to mourn.
that’s all.
x-post: and the vortex and the John. And the Paul, George, Ringo of it all.
Welcome to another Monkey Vortex Monday. Congratulations on getting here. And most especially, on evading the many traps I set before you these past seven days. Particularly the thing with the stick. And the one with the swinging gate. And … Read on Macduff...
x-post: Victory is nigh, baby
The Angry Liberal reminds us how the polls looked in late October, 2000. Read all about it in all-new Edgewise post.
x-post: hereafter today, gone tomorrow
A thought or three about one of the many subtexts of Tuesday’s vote, now up on Edgewise.
Stacks of digital photography books
And a long line of enthusiastic neatly dressed retirees.
They're pressing toward the front. And now they're strip-mining the table saying:
tell me sell me
how to stop time.