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Flaws Of The Technological Age, Vol. 1
2007-06-27 21:07:00 overheard on the street: "No, no, you don't understand! Hitting that fucking 'send' button was the biggest mistake of my life..."Los Angeles - 6/25/07 More About: Logic , Logical , Logi
"I of The Fish and Other Stories" - By Judd Trichter
2007-06-26 23:21:00 As more and more people have started passing through these parts I want to continue with this week's theme of "summer reading" by turning people on to some of the most original new writers, artists and degenerates I've encountered over the last couple years, both in actual life and on the information super-highway.Now that I mentioned degenerates I think this is the perfect segway into introducing you to the world and work of Judd Trichter.www.juddtrichter.comAbout 18 months ago Judd started a little blog called "Filth" where he began publishing weekly short stories and longer pieces that, like a small brush fire, began to burn to the point that they quickly took on cult status in Los Angeles and New York. Then a web group called Rudius Media got wind of Judd's work, might have even read a few of his stories, and decided they had to get in on the action. Like a good American Judd promptly sold out and signed with them to publish his first novel "I of The Fish ," online. This se... More About: Stories , Tori , Richter
Whisper
2007-06-26 08:46:00 "Time. Time..." she whispers."You must give yourself time,for the body returnshomelong before the mind."Los Angeles - 6/20/07 More About: Whisper
Rachel Udell - The Bloom
2007-06-26 01:56:00 There is no one I know writing anywhere who can transform the intimate moment into the epic breath with more quiet power than Rachel Udell.This poem, so much about death, is alive and, yes, blooming, as is all her work for this ever present knowledge of the temporality of all things. It lurks under the surface of her words as if she is an ancient Alexandrian examining moments with a profound, almost otherworldly perception and clarity.There's a link to Rachel on the sidebar under "Doodleblog." Otherwise here's a link to her site. http://www.racheludell.com/blog/Discover her.THE BLOOMThe doctor told her:Stick around. I?ve never spoken withA 100-year-old woman before.She recounted this, smiling.Her eyes said more.The sounds that her family madeReached through years and deathTo wake me as a childChilled and sweating,Running to my parents? bedTo make sure they were still there.That which burned up my faith( yes, I once had it)in the black and whiteflickerings we?d watched one year... More About: Bloom
Cultural Amnesia redux...
2007-06-26 00:37:00 Pete Atkin's "Midnight Voices" blog has an interesting thread with reviews and thoughts on "Cultural Amnesia" from both the pundits and the peanut gallery. Kevin Cryan, a member of the board, was kind enough to include me in the discussion, with my review of the book on 6/22 quoted. I was listed under Alexander Levari, and so there is no mix up, the name is simply "Levari." To me Levari is like Pete Mitchell's call sign of "Maverick" in Top Gun, only they beat me to Maverick so I had to settle for this one...Thanks for the link.You can read the board here: http://www.peteatkin.com/cgi-bin/mv/YaBB. cgi?board=Words;action=display;num=117283 1592;start=113Sorry about the cut and paste, I haven't quite figured out the whole hyper-text link thing yet. More About: Redu , Ural
Thoughts and Ideas - reason
2007-06-24 00:24:00 You cannot reason with someone who, time after time, gives you reason to fear what they will do next, and, afterwards, call reason. More About: Ideas , Thoughts , Reason
The Last Three Months...
2007-06-23 23:37:00 1000 unique visitors759 return visitors2000 pages read.Unexpected and grateful.Thank you,LNow enough of this sanctimonious bullshit. Back to work, or, should I say, play... More About: Statistics , Three , Months , Month , The Last
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2007-06-22 22:25:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } , originally uploaded by levari. More About: Photo , Photos , Flickr , Order , Solid
Summer Reading
2007-06-22 21:48:00 Latest Reading (voraciously over the last couple days...)In Patagonia by Bruce Chatwin - What an odd, special book. A momentary cure for my endless wanderlust. I like it so much that it's the slowest book I've ever read, I think. I wake up and I read a single chapter, they're very tightly written and most aren't longer than five pages...Reading the book, it's like receiving a letter from a friend who is travelling at the ends of the earth and you have no idea what observation, incite, piece of history or random trivia he's going to come up with next. And the people of Patagonia...No, never read a book quite like it. Every morning I wake up, and between shower and breakfast I say to myself, "Well, better check in with Bruce and see how he's doing down there..."Cultural Amnesia by Clive James - Not that I would wish this fate on anyone, but I almost wish an Imam or two would declare a Fatwa on Clive James for writing this book. Then, at least, everyone would know about th... More About: Summer , Carthy
And God Said, "Let There Be Skee - Ball." And it was so. And it was good.
2007-06-20 22:21:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } As Long As There Is Man There Will Be Skee - Ball , originally uploaded by levari. Big Bear - 4/07 More About: Photos , Good , Said
Aaron Fagan - Garage
2007-06-19 20:56:00 LOVESay it's a form of heat that doesn't riseBut passes from one body to the next.Say it flows through you and then outAnd back in again like a ghostly threadWeaving a basic pattern inside of youThat will slowly begin to take the shapeOf what you'll think you can describe.AARON FAGAN(Yale Review 2002)It's hard to write a good, let alone shattering "love poem." It may be one of the hardest thing's to do with words. But Aaron Fagan does it here. He does it... I have to say something about Aaron and his work as he has just published his first book of poetry "Garage " through Salt, a literary publisher based out of Cambridge, England. I've had the priviledge of knowing Aaron since 1996, and I think, in some way or another I've collected just about every poem he's ever published or tried to publish. Let's just say I'm a devout "Faganista." Aaron's brilliant, dark, funny, pessimistic, open, and most importantly, human. Human. Human. What a quality. What a rarity. Aaro...
What Falls...6/15/07
2007-06-18 21:35:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } What Fall s...6/15/07, originally uploaded by levari. More About: Falls
Imperfect Gift
2007-06-15 21:53:00 To the skinless ones,To the defenseless ones,To the flowers from birthWho are shatteredOver and over againBy those we pityWho willNever knowWhat it meansTo breatheRain.Tonight,I spit In the faceOf historyAnd so-called ?Human nature?To give thisTo you.This small thought Of the infiniteHills and skiesI can never truly know,And will forever beImprisoned By these incapableWords;This is my imperfect gift.TonightYou haveWhat littleThere isOfMy everything;I give it allUnequivocallyAnd wishIt were more.But I promiseYou haveEvery cell,Every lash, AndI ask nothingIn returnBut thatOne day,When you are ready,You willBloomAndRise again;Defiantly, vengefully,forever dreamingIn spite of this worldWe?ve made.Los Angeles - 6/14/07 More About: Gift
Candle Holder - 2/05
2007-06-14 00:44:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Candle Hold er - 2/05, originally uploaded by levari.
Home
2007-06-11 20:57:00 AwakeAt dawnFinally Still,AnAlienLying On theseSheets,An alienOn myOwn streets.As it always was,As it willAlways be.Los Angeles - 6/11/07 More About: Home
Half Way Point
2007-06-11 19:07:00 Kitai: Excuse me, but may I have a drink?Flight Attendant: Drinks afterwards, if possible. Fasten seat belt now, please!Madrid to Amsterdam - 6/9/07 More About: Point , Half
Blood
2007-06-03 17:02:00 ...and what falls away,and what will remain...the real never dies.to those lostto time,this fiery, unyielding lifeof our accidental collisions,to those ileft behind,i saw you,felt you,dreamed youout overoceanstonight.youbreathedagainfire,wa ter,earthand the eternalsilencethat givesall thingsand musttake themtootonighttonighttonight...Nerjas - 6/3/07 More About: Blood
Driving...
L.A. gots nothing
on the back alleys
o...
2007-06-01 17:18:00 Driving...L.A. gots nothingon the back alleysof Cordoba...Nerja, Spain More About: Driving , Back , Thing , Ving
First Night
2007-05-29 12:37:00 Either the courtyardof this hotelwept all nightlong,or the elevatoris haunted.-Madrid More About: Night
Geryon's Master Of Always - For Stefan Zweig (1881-1942)
2007-05-25 19:35:00 We only ever question what is good for us, but never what is bad...Have you noticed:the luckiest people never once blame luck,and the beautifulcall beautya curse,again and again...It's not the high that kills you,it is the next morning...Loneliness of mirrorsis the detail that kills...Sometimes the longing for a body,any body,known,unknown,friend, enemy, lover,is too much,too much to bear,beneath the frailtyof skin...When the child is happy, everything she does, she wishes she could do twice...Me?I admit, I never had the same imagination with others, even as a child... Once you?ve both decided, spoken or unspoken,you?ll never agree on the past, you?ve already made your maps of the future...Always last to go to bed. Always last to fall asleep,Not until the house is quiet,and the boys are tucked in.First love, first lust:Not until it's too latedo you finally realizethat the only way to discover your body is with the hands of another...?And life loves on??Francis Bacon: "...realism... More About: Master , Mast , Aster
Gone To Espana...
2007-05-25 19:31:00 ...to wander aimlessly in search of the Duende that ran away from me when I was nine... More About: Espana , Span
Endless Gulf Disco - Winter, 2003
2007-05-22 21:55:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Endless Gulf Disc o - Winter , 2003, originally uploaded by levari. More About: Less
Moments My Generations (Rilke)
2007-05-17 00:49:00 The entire citySaw him off,If onlyIn his mind.It was allHot air balloons,Multi-colored Ticker tape Falling from the sky,And golden gilded balconies Filled to standing room only With the elbowing elated.The streets were lined with Towering, blow up icons,And money pinned by Underweight pimps To effigies of blown glass.There were piles of books And, of course, Fire,Always fire.A hand turns this dial...I wakeAnd she sleeps dyingThrough her nose,Hogging the bedAll the while.Again and againWe find our waysTo hideFrom everyone,Camouflaged onlyBy wooden floorboards.Rivers of our Unborn childrenEscape usEach morning, Trying so desperatelyTo reclaim lost timeAnd falling.We are planted Permanently here,For now,But will never admitTo thisCrimeOfRoots and loam and water.A raised cup for the Dead,Lost,Forgotten,If they remember to readThe sections of the mapThat hold The living To nothing.When I couldn?t sleepMy grandfatherTold meStoriesWith no point;How, in the end,The MongolsFinally retreatedT... More About: Genera , Moments , My Generation , Gene , Generation
Jeff's Garden - 11/05
2007-05-15 00:47:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Jeff 's Garde n - 11/05, originally uploaded by levari. More About: Arden
Monkeys (Spring, 84')
2007-05-11 21:51:00 John Swort wanted to be a monkey. He checked out every book there was about monkeys from the library. He knew every species, what continent they lived on and the food each liked to eat. His obsession became so intense, after a few months, he could no longer control himself. He'd suddenly leap up on a desk, grab his armpits, run this way and that, while making his idea of screeching monkey sounds. He'd drink a gallon of water and let out loud belches, spitting the biley backwash on anyone and everyone around him. During recess he'd climb to the top of the swings and hang upside down for forty five minutes like it was nothing at all. Everyone was scared of him. John Swort once saw a bee during reading class and sprang to his feet grabbing a dictionary from off the teacher's desk. Before she could stop him, he swung, trying to flatten the bee, but he missed and smashed through a window cutting up his arms and hands bad, his blood gushing all over the floor. The next year ... More About: Spring , Keys , Monkeys
Swingset (Autumn, 83')
2007-05-10 21:41:00 In the Autum n of fourth grade, just after Halloween, Chris Baxter's father showed up during recess and tried to kidnap him while we were playing soccer on the concrete with a half inflated volleyball. He would have gotten Chris Baxter into the back seat of his powder blue Chevy, but Ms. Raguel stood in his father's way even though Mr. Baxter towered over her with his mustache and denim jacket, and cursed at her, every name in the book, without any fear he'd be punished. But no matter what Mr. Baxter threatened, Ms. Raguel stood her ground in front of the truck and wouldn't let them leave. Chris Baxter didn't say anything the whole time. In his father's hands his body looked like one of those faceless sock puppets we made in arts and crafts.The police finally arrived with sirens blaring, screeching right up to the swingset. They dragged Mr. Baxter away in hand cuffs while he screamed over and over, "He's my son! He's my son!" They finally got him into the back seat. ... More About: Wing , Swing , Wings
Obedient Rebellion
2007-05-09 23:42:00 ...footprints disappear almost as quickly as they are made...Los Angeles - 4/06 More About: Bell , Obed , Rebellion
Bodies Anymore
2007-05-05 10:14:00 The fish dancedOn our stomachsAll night long.Dawn sounds:Haitian French mixed with scattered English,Distant doors slamming then opening again,A loud knock repeating four times I don't answer,Hallway whispers about what to do...Silence--Then the inevitable, murderousScreaming from somewhere else,Somewhere betweenThe wallsAnd The Streets.Is it a cat cryingOr a womanMasturbatingOver and over again?Then, like a forgotten faucetFinally turned off,Voice stops.There's no one to ask becauseSheDidn't hear it,And I knowI'll be afraidTo tell herLaterAs I followHerThrough the streets;She dressed in her whiteSun dress,HatAnd cell phone,As the men,The men, Always stare.My pride.My hate.And we'll pretend to ignore the gazes.Talk of Dim SumAt 10 a.m.In the July heat.Either way, I tell myself,At least this is not allMachinery,And this rich man'sWhite on whiteRoom,We have somehowBorrowed from chanceFor the last two days,Would not be betterIf it were anywhereBut here.So I lie in this bedScribbl... More About: More , Bodies , Dies , Bodie
Leopard Claws Out Of Mouth
More articles from this author:2007-05-02 22:43:00 So many friendsand so few minutes,all of us so tired,why spend these moments?And yetwhen we come to youyou alwaysmake sure there are chocolateson every table,on every chair.And as we look at you,as we always do,for that is their obligation,and mine,You say what you must say,you do what you must do,and twirl,forever hiding.Wewill never knowwho did this. Los Angeles 2/20/07 More About: Mouth , Leopard 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 |
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