So by now my colleagues, my few remaining friends, even my longsuffering students are pretty sick of seeing me walk around with my shiny mylar-protected copy of The Poem of a Life tucked under my arm: "Yes, Mark / Professor Scroggins / Irritating Jerkwater, it looks really nice, and yes, you already showed me..."
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The weather apparently was mercifully dry thru the holiday weekend, so all the student watching the house had to worry about was reshelving the books in the right places and avoiding attacks from the neighbor's chihuahua. But this evening there've been torrential rains, & did I mention we have multiple roof leaks? One of them sprang in the den right over an enormous tottering stack of holiday catalogues that J has been saving over my objections (given my druthers, they'd go straight into recycling): oops, your catalogues got wet; my heart is broken.
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A cute & curious bit of academic erotica (?!) at University Diaries this morning. Uh, but I have a little problem conjoining "sex" & "Philip Roth" in the same sentence, my own dreams along those lines running in far less literary channels.
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Speaking of the genre of the big "E" –– It's already been established that I'm entirely out of the loop in contemporary Pound studies & Eliot criticism, but it's also embarassing the habit I've fallen into of buying CDs and then letting them gather dust for months before actually listening to them. Tonight I put on for the first time what I'd nominate as the sexiest album of the decade: Björk's Vespertine. (Did I mention that I have a major sick crush on the elfin Icelander (along with Mina Loy, Sarah Bernhardt, and all of the women in Gustav Klimt's paintings)?) Hoo boy! It's kind of like Marvin Gaye, Sam Cooke, & Cassandra Wilson filtered through a Scandinavian dissonance machine: very, very cold, but very, very hot at the same time.
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perhaps not all that surprising: "rich dissonance".
Yeah, Vespertine is a great album and I believe the song "Harm of Will" is for Harmony Korine. Gummo was on the other night and this made me wonder what the young Mr. Korine was up to so I Wiki'ed him. Check it out. He really lost it for a while there...was trying to either act out Fight Club or be Andy Kauffman, I'm not sure which. There are some great adult music videos Bjork made, like the European version of "pagan poetry" where she shows us what the swan's neck was resting against and if you see that video tell me if I'm imagining it or is someone (Ms. Gotmundsdottir, is that you!?!) doing some head bobbing in the opening frames of the video which is cleverly disguised by the abstractions in white lassooing around in space. Klimt's Secessionist sluts are hotties, agreed! Serpentined and Salome'd up like that...she-bopping down the centuries...now I have to type the name of that guy who shot Archduke Ferdinand to get this to post...or else it's the director of Red, Blue and those other color films...I'm not sure which...
Actually I believe that everyone can learn if they really want to do it and teacher should help this people to be better and teach them to help people with their skills, that's moral ethic, but I prefer to call it, been human.
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