Anna Sommer's art is funny and disturbing. Mostly disturbing, e.g.
...and speaking of smoking animals. For some reason I find old footage (from the 50's) of apes and monkeys smoking hilarious. More recent footage is really not that cool, of course it would come from Fox News.
I recently finished reading Elaine Feinstein's biography of Ted Hughes, Ted Hughes: The Life of a Poet
It's a fairly balanced account, but he does not come off well. (...and Feinstein was a friend of his.) Though it's fairly clear that however much of a bastard he was, he was not a murderer. He was a surprisingly slick womanizer. I'm not quite sure how he kept it up as at one point he had a wife, whom he lived with on weekends, a mistress with whom he lived during the week, and another woman on the side who in the beginning at least didn't know the score. The most depressing part of the book, and this is one fucking depressing book, deals with Assia Wevill, the woman for whom he left Sylvia Plath.
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To (sort of) completely swing things around:
Trees are heavy, very heavy.
Joe Carducci, music crank, has a new book called Enter Naomi: SST, L.A. And All That... It's available from Redoubt Press. There's a review here.
Keeping w/the SST/punker thing: If you want to see pics of old punks when they were young punks, this is the place to go.
And there's a "horror" play called Minotaur running here in Toronto. While I'm down w/the idea of a "horror" play. Is it just me or does it sound like the playwrights lifted a lot from Danielewski's House of Leaves?
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An addition: Make yr. own Cthulhu
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