Saturday, February 28, 2009

Cruising With Ruben (2)



Jelly Roll Gum Drop, got my eyes on you
Baby don't you know now
Jelly Roll Gum Drop, got my eyes on you
The way you do the bop
Like a spinnin' top
The Pachuco Hop
And the L.A. Slop
You make a street car stop
At the soda shop
And my eye-balls pop
When I see my
Jelly Roll Gum Drop, got my eyes on you...


[Frank Zappa]
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Friday, February 27, 2009

Seeing Spring Off (After Wang Wei)



Seeing Spring Off (After Wang Wei)


Day by day closer to full years
and nowhere

Year by year Spring once more
ever more alive

Over honored cups of wine
hours smiling

Mourning flying flowers--
why?

[copyright EAC]

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Thursday, February 26, 2009

Thorndike Pickledish Discovers Negative Parallax (Animated Anaglyph)



"The sword? Where's the sword? I have tried everything, and the sword just disappears. I know I put it in there somewhere! This is most curious! I need more juice! More juice, Igor! Igor, more juice"

[Doctor Thorndike Pickledish]

Not to worry, Pickledish is on the case, and they don't call him Doctor Pickledish for nothing.

Consult his recent researches into analyphization and video at his blogspot here: "Aha!":

http://thorndikepickledish.blogspot.com/2009/02/aha.html

and "Adventures in 3D!", here:

http://thorndikepickledish.blogspot.com/2009/02/adventures-in-3-d.html

But Dr.Pickledish is a generalist of wide note and repute, so be sure to visit his blogspot regularly not just for Stereo 3D anaglyphs, but for the whole gamut of his art and commentary on world affairs, news, popular culture, and advanced UFOlogy.
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N.B. This is an animated anaglyph designed to be viewed with Red/Blue 3D Glasses, Red Left, Blue Right. Want to learn more, including where to get the glasses and how to make anaglyphs, visit Thorndike Pickledish's blogspot today, or tomorrow, or next week, but visit.

Musical Cubes



FABIO: For God's sake, Maurizio, what the hell do I care about Descartes?

MAURIZIO: Let me finish! You will care, you'll see. He told me that Descartes, in examining our sense of reality, had one of the most terrifying thoughts any human being has ever had: that if our dreams had any regularity, we would no longer be able to distinguish between sleeping and waking! Have you ever noticed how disturbing it is to to have the same dream more than once? You begin to think you are dealing with something tangible, something real. Because our whole knowledge of the world hangs on this very slender thread: the re-gu-la-ri-ty of our experiences...

[Luigi Pirandello, tr. W. Murray]



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Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Grave Queen: Epi Oinopi Pontoi (After Valéry)



Grave Queen: Epi Oinopi Pontoi (After Valéry)

In the blue-green flood of sea
I rise, Helen once more:

ears hearing again the surf smashing on shore,

eyes feasting on hungry black ships slithering out of rose dawn

arms waving white to salt beards

fingers drawn again to dalliance

cheeks wet with tears.


Queen of two peoples, Helen weeps
to the sweep of their oars.


Breasts sway aquamarine with the windsong
of their victories, stretching out in the wake
of black ladyships.

Conch moans with desire.

Horns rise and flare.

I hear the sun-brown rowers singing over the billows.

I see them now--see my gods again:

upright on heroic prows winged with blood

belittling the very sea.

They wave, laughing with my eyes,
delighting in my flawless face and cruel smile.

[copyright EAC]

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The starting point is Paul Valéry's "Hélène, la reine triste". This is less any form of translation than stepping forward in a new direction. Different versions have been carved out haltingly from a first stab, much changed, as far back as 1984. It is published here in final form for the first time.

A Labyrinth Named Desire



Freedom is the activation of desire. Buñuel's unsatisfied characters embody another perception, another way of seeing that is only achieved by slitting eyeballs, desiring the impossible, desiring all that for moral, political, or economic reasons has been hidden, mutilated, disfigured, or deprived of time, place, name or reflection in our societies--he is a poet....

[Carlos Fuentes]

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Tale Of A Sail



At some gable-roofed country houses you will see brass whales hung by the tail for knockers to the road-side door. When the porter is sleepy, the anvil-headed whale would be the best. But these knocking whales are seldom remarkable as faithful essays. On the spires of some old-fashioned churches you will see sheet-iron whales placed there for weather-cocks; but they are so elevated, and besides that are to all intents and purposes so labelled with "Hands OFF!", you cannot examine them closely enough to decide upon their merit....

[Herman Melville]

Cheap Thrills (The Scroll)


[animation and text: copyright EAC]

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Love Among The Hurrians



His desire was aroused and he slept with the rock. His manhood flowed into her; five times he took her;[....]; ten times he took her....

[Song of Ullikummi Tr. Emory Classics Archive]

Friday, February 20, 2009

Nefertiti's Stilettos

"For thou has set a Nile in heaven,
That it may descend for them and make waves upon the mountains,
Like the great green sea...."

[ANET, tr. John A. Wilson]
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Thursday, February 19, 2009

Ceci N'est Pas La Giaconda (The Video Extravaganza)

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N.B.: Published under considerably different video compression in 2008 at my youtube channel here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_9lDP0nzVZk

Not to be confused with "Ceci N'est Pas Une Mona Lisa(The Anaglyph)" by the same artist in two versions, (1) the still, available below at:

http://burbankstomato.blogspot.com/2008/06/ceci-nest-pas-une-mona-lisa-anaglyph.html

and (2) the anaglyph in animated .GIF, which was apparently censored by a hosting site, and is presently not showing anywhere.

The animated .GIF was available until recently at another site, which, however, recently changed gallery software to PHP, losing all artwork in its earlier "gallery".

A Day At The Races



"Should make racing history. Ten horses in a dead heat."

[Chico Marx]

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Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Four On The Floor: Non-Aristotelian Comments On The Passing Scene



"How about the term 'dog'? The number of individuals with which anyone is directly acquainted is, by necessity, limited, and usually is small. Let us imagine someone had dealt only with good-natured 'dogs', and had never been bitten by any of them. Next he sees some animal; he says, 'This is a dog'; his associations (relations) do not suggest a bite; he approaches the animal and begins to play with him, and is bitten. Was the statement 'this is a dog' a safe statement? Obviously not. He approached the animal with semantic explanations and evaluations of his verbal definition, but was bitten by the non-verbal, unspeakable objective level, which has different characteristics...."

[Alfred Korzybski]

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Buddha Between Nine Squared Listening To The Voice Of A Porkchop














I walked and I walked and I walked and I walked

I stopped to rest my feet

I sat down under an old oak tree

and there went fast asleep

I dreamt about sitting in a swim cafe hungry as a bear

My stomach sent a telegram to my throat:

There's a wreck on the road somewhere

I heard the voice of a porkchop say: Come on to me and rest...

[Jim Jackson]

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Thursday, February 12, 2009

The Hinge


The Hinge

Every poem has a hinge
one inch away from nonsense.
A gate swings open
and it sings.

[copyright EAC]
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Hello From Hiroshima

















Think how it wakes the seeds,--

Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.

Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,

full-nerved--still warm--too hard to stir?

Was it for this the clay grew tall?

[Wilfred Owen]
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Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Slick








I dont want no preacher / man a-preaching

I dont want no tears, no flowers,

No standing around and waiting / up / all hours.

Just get a golden trumpet, and have Dizzy blow it.

Cause I / wuz / Slick—and you damn well know it.


[Etheridge Knight]
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Still Life With Guacamole Chloride

















"The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers..."


[William Shakespeare]

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Uncle Remus' Rice Bowl Bump And Grind

















Just keep yer nose
To the grindstone, they say
Will that redeem us,
Uncle Remus . . .

[Frank Zappa]

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Mr. Natural's Patamobile




















The ex-priest and the released criminal keep making faces: what they desire is a face without a past.--But have you ever seen people who know that their faces reflect the future and who are so polite to you who love the "age" that they make a face without a future?

[Friedrich Nietzsche, tr. Kaufmann]

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Friday, February 6, 2009

And Now For My Next Trick....6943

















Pardonez-moi, M'ams,
Is that the Futurismo Choo-Choo?
Track sixty-nine--
M'ams, can you gimme a shine...
Is that the Futurismo Choo-Choo?

[copyright EAC]

Nude Ascending A Mirror (With Tortoise)



Sadame nashi
shigure no michi no
mukaigasa

"Fickle winter shower:

up the road comes

an umbrella."

[Shinseki, tr. Y Hoffmann]

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Cruising With Ruben....

















Anyway the wind blows
(Blo-o-oo-o-oo-o-o-ow-ow-ows)
Is a-fine with me
(Blo-o-oo-o-oo-o-o-ow-ow-ows)
Anyway the wind blows
(Blo-o-oo-o-oo-o-o-ow-ow-ows)
It don't matter to me
(Blo-o-oo-o-oo-o-o-ow-ow-ows)...

[Frank Zappa]
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