I was reminded of Avendon and Baldwin by a Monoskop reference to the book ‘Nothing Personal’. I had this paperback copy because, well, at the time (late sixties) to be up with pop-culture, you had to.
I probably first heard of Charon from Robert Graves “Greek Myths” but ‘paying the ferryman’ is, at least in my generation, a common term. In the back of it all is the love story of stupid Cupid and the silly, mortal Psyche. I made a video.
“There ought to be texts on the subject, authoritative texts that would enable one to deal with these situations, far commoner than is generally believed.”
We need our computer folk heroes, and if they come with an air of danger around them, it restores the feeling that we were on the digital frontier. Another story from MM, for the last print issue June 1995.
It’s like the Seamus Heaney poem ‘Postscript’ where he writes about driving through County Clare – “when the wind and the light are working off each other … Useless to think you’ll park and capture it, More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there.”
As I rounded the corner I saw the road covered with white flying feathers and a splattered chook being picked up by a tall young man with a look of pain on his face. He crossed the road just in front of me, the early yellow sunlight on him against the dark road.
Dana said it was the best thing that had been written about him and he linked to it for years. Besides being flattered (after all it was just using his words) I like it too. He died in San Francisco on December 13 2000.
While remaking some old film splices, I was thinking about conjunctions, those joining words and the relation to film.
I don’t look at this page much. If you have had recurring dreams about falling from a tower, you might want to give this entry a miss as well.
I won’t mind.
I rather prefer short critics to long ones. I like critics with tan shoes — look nicer, I think. . .
Wikipedia credits this to Martin M. Broadwell who first articulated the model in his “four stages of teaching” in February 1969.
An attack on “some of the hairiest, scrawniest, and most discontented specimens of all time”. Hang on I said, that was me, I wanted to be Beat, did people really think that?
A quote from Nietzsche’s Human, All Too Human with a , with a hairy portrait, 1974 ish
What did I see? What did I look like as they ‘see’ me? Thinking about photography and the photographer’s eye.
You chose your jobs because they promised to provide you with a steady income and leisure to render the Goddess whom you adore valuable part-time service.
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