my paper papilioniformes made a cameo in thursday’s one-act dream, in which a common metaxymorpha meets the monarch butterfly of an attic kingdom.
the scene starts out as a still-life painting. then the animation creeps in.
an orange unravels in glistening threads, slowly undressing its pupating heart. a shiva linga’s lips start moving, mouthing the inaudible lingo […]
i like art prompts and received one for “bird of paradise,” which really means “an androgynous soprano lute player with disembodied hands,” yes? his name is mandore…
…everyone thinks his vanity is a shield — “he must be so poetic, and sensitive, and all hurty on the inside” — because his music is tragically romantic, and […]
blah blah blah, insert verbal vomit, something about a librarian with a tattoo on his hand, which is actually a working compass, which is actually ironic since he can never leave his archives, which are full of books, which are blank by day but full of poems and portents in his dreams.
(…which leads to my […]
teehee….
i don’t think the handful of you viewing this blog (aside from sweet tekkie) know this character, who is not my own…
tango and tango-inspired songs and the english version of “mon amie la rose” to download, here: http://www.mediafire.com/?bb1tvjukdct
tracks:
françoise hardy: the rose
小松亮太 & チャーリ and コーセイ: 下弦の月
bajofondo tango club: hoy
yo-yo ma/astor piazzolla: fugata
tom waits: little drop […]
boneyards and puppetry.
(i’m imagining a man who incorporates skeletal bits into puppets. a marionette with one wooden hand, and one hand of bone. first the doll exercised its ivory appendage with little tap, tap, taps of its fingers. then it began gesturing, those fingers crooking into unintelligible signs. finally the man set paper and pen […]