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Saturday, October 19, 2013
Friday, October 18, 2013
Poem: [The streetlight’s blue shadows]
By Jack Brummet
The
streetlight's blue shadow
Pools on the macadam of 24th Avenue NW
As stars coruscate through a nebulous fog.
I tilt my head to see The Big Dipper,
Polaris, Ursa Minor, Cassiopeia, and Andromeda.
The streetlight's falling shadow
Marks a twilight world I take for granted.
The bats' sonar
And the muffled bark of sea lions
Are the songs I hear
When I go outside to watch stars
Pools on the macadam of 24th Avenue NW
As stars coruscate through a nebulous fog.
I tilt my head to see The Big Dipper,
Polaris, Ursa Minor, Cassiopeia, and Andromeda.
The streetlight's falling shadow
Marks a twilight world I take for granted.
The bats' sonar
And the muffled bark of sea lions
Are the songs I hear
When I go outside to watch stars
Twinkle
in the briny air.
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Please don't pee here! - a poster
By Pablo Fanque, Nat. Affairs Ed.
This is such a great PSA/poster—the style in general, but also the look on the offender's face, the dog angrily whizzing (are they hoping to convince dogs to do the right thing too?), and the--what appear to be--gringos in the background. . .
This is such a great PSA/poster—the style in general, but also the look on the offender's face, the dog angrily whizzing (are they hoping to convince dogs to do the right thing too?), and the--what appear to be--gringos in the background. . .
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Thursday, October 17, 2013
Poem: The Quest
By Jack Brummet

It’s all one story—
A ragged shape-shifting tale
Of incredible coherence and constance,
Encompassing all you know,
All you don’t know you know,
And all you one day will know.
There is more
To be seen, tasted, heard, and felt
Than can ever be known or told.
Our myths flourish and spread,
Person to person,
And the mysteries of the seas and skies and stars
Fill our collective conscience
With mystical scenery,
Quests, and tales of greatness.
These myths, tales, and fables
Cannot be invented, ordered, or denied.
When you strip away the stage flats, makeup, and costumes,
It’s all one story
Starring our private heroes and dreams.
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It’s all one story—
A ragged shape-shifting tale
Of incredible coherence and constance,
Encompassing all you know,
All you don’t know you know,
And all you one day will know.
There is more
To be seen, tasted, heard, and felt
Than can ever be known or told.
Our myths flourish and spread,
Person to person,
And the mysteries of the seas and skies and stars
Fill our collective conscience
With mystical scenery,
Quests, and tales of greatness.
These myths, tales, and fables
Cannot be invented, ordered, or denied.
When you strip away the stage flats, makeup, and costumes,
It’s all one story
Starring our private heroes and dreams.
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Marvin Gaye's isolated vocal track for "I Heard It Through The Grapevine"
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Poem: I don't believe

By Jack Brummet
[apologies to John Lennon]
I
don't believe in transubstantiation
I don't believe in Papal Infallibility
I don't believe in no-knock warrants
I don't believe in the divine right of kings
I don't believe in smooth jazz
I don't believe in rock instrumentals
I don't believe in jazz vocals
I don't believe in the Second Amendment
I don't believe in the Trilateral Commission
I don't believe in the international Jewish banking conspiracy
I don't believe in Republicans
I don't believe in The National Front
I don't believe in the vegan taliban
I don't believe in repressed memory
I don't believe in John Lennon not believing in Beatles
I don't believe in Richard Gere and the gerbil
I don't believe in the Ku Klux Klan
I don't believe in Tea Parties
I don't believe in libertarians
I don't believe in Hitler
I don't believe in Caligula
I don't believe in Idi Amin
I don't believe in Draco
I don't believe in reactionary figurative painters
I don't believe in dinosaurs being 4,000 years old
I don't believe your child can paint better than Jackson Pollock
I don't believe in astral projection
I don't believe in angry Buddhists
I don't believe in angry Baptists
I don't believe in Halie Selassie as a deity
I don't believe in Upanishads
I don't believe in The Psalms
I don't believe in the sutras
I don't believe in Jack Chick
I don't believe in the Book of Mormon
I don't believe in Bhagavad Gita
I don't believe in granola camp
I don't believe in nazis
I don't believe in fascists
I don't believe in the 22nd amendment
I don't believe in Osama
I don't believe in free trade
I don't believe in Christian Science
I don't believe in Busby Berkeley
I don't believe in partitioned countries
I just believe in me. . .and ye.
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I don't believe in no-knock warrants
I don't believe in the divine right of kings
I don't believe in smooth jazz
I don't believe in rock instrumentals
I don't believe in jazz vocals
I don't believe in the Second Amendment
I don't believe in the Trilateral Commission
I don't believe in the international Jewish banking conspiracy
I don't believe in Republicans
I don't believe in The National Front
I don't believe in the vegan taliban
I don't believe in repressed memory
I don't believe in John Lennon not believing in Beatles
I don't believe in Richard Gere and the gerbil
I don't believe in the Ku Klux Klan
I don't believe in Tea Parties
I don't believe in libertarians
I don't believe in Hitler
I don't believe in Caligula
I don't believe in Idi Amin
I don't believe in Draco
I don't believe in reactionary figurative painters
I don't believe in dinosaurs being 4,000 years old
I don't believe your child can paint better than Jackson Pollock
I don't believe in astral projection
I don't believe in angry Buddhists
I don't believe in angry Baptists
I don't believe in Halie Selassie as a deity
I don't believe in Upanishads
I don't believe in The Psalms
I don't believe in the sutras
I don't believe in Jack Chick
I don't believe in the Book of Mormon
I don't believe in Bhagavad Gita
I don't believe in granola camp
I don't believe in nazis
I don't believe in fascists
I don't believe in the 22nd amendment
I don't believe in Osama
I don't believe in free trade
I don't believe in Christian Science
I don't believe in Busby Berkeley
I don't believe in partitioned countries
I just believe in me. . .and ye.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Mugshots of Montreal prostitutes, circa late 1930's-early '40s
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