I Need A Dumptruck To Unload My Head

Yeah because I enjoy waking up to thirty comments left all through the blog each one of which is nothing but one big link to some kind of manga porn or some crap, and spending fifteen to twenty minutes a day deleting them through years of postings is a part of my day I really look forward to so please keep doing it you stupid little hentai whore.

Oh -READERS! - are you here? Hi. That thing above is a painting by JW Waterhouse. We have this one of his in our bedroom. I found an out of print book on the "Symbolists and Decadents" movement of the late 19th century - of which Waterhouse was part of - (Pornocrates, etched in the 1890's also comes to mind. You might want to take a second look at the weirdness that is Pornocrates and consider it was done before 1900... ahem) and can't wait to see it again. It's not a coffee-table book, it's a study of their work. Anyway the book was published in 1971 and I owned it and lost it and now I found it again. The Symbolists are somehow connected through Bauhaus to the surrealists, who are somewhat claimed as a source for magic realism though the surrealists hate that connection. What? This is the kind of stuff that's in my head. No apologies.

That painting on top is kinda spooky with all those hairy flying ladies...

The quote by Lewis Mumford - who also said "A man of courage never needs weapons, but he may need bail" - at the top of the blog is a tribute to one of my old hero-guides from the days of my yoot. Mumford was a city planner, an architect, a writer, a critic and an amazing observer whose influence I am purposefully and willfully resurrecting in my life if only because his ideas are coming back in my head the more crap I see around me. Further Reading: "The City In History" - a book that is completely the opposite of the dry and colorless shit the title makes it sound like.

I also got my book from Alibris I've been waiting for. No lie, it's a collection of biographies of anarchists through history.

Oh look, a photo of Lorri Jackson (R) & friends. I've told the story before, but I once ran a zine for a couple years and Lorri submitted a story about a girl dieing of a heroin overdose the same night she herself actually died of a heroin overdose called "And the Corpse Had Numerous Tattoos." My God, Lorri's been dead for almost 20 years already. Anyway this just popped into my head. Lorri only shows up when she knows what I'm working on is going to get finished. Bandwagon jumper.

Yes there is a common thread, suddenly visualized, in this post. Many things that were part of me - things I've mentioned here - have been set aside and I'm reclaiming them. This time I intend on not letting it overcome reason and shoot me off into a personal trajectory that will cause pain and hardship. I'm channeling it into the work. The rest of my life, which I love, stays exactly the same.

What else? Oh - I'm taking my grand daughter to the museum tomorrow where they have Colleen Moore's Fairy Castle...

(That's right, you guessed it, that room is in miniature.)

...and YOU really want to come along by now don't you? Well sorry, my wife and I are hogging Emma all to ourselves. so bleh!

But you can take the tour right here.