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This is a Thing That Happened

Posted in anecdotal humour, baseball, black people, out-of-body experiences with tags , on December 11, 2009 by John

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“Midnight in Dostoevsky” / More Monsters

Posted in 1993, 2007, 2008, 2009, America, babies, blogs, books, california, children, friends, hearkening back, holding in one's pee-pee, horror, hype, lady-men, melty faces, Mind Control, nostalgia, old news, out-of-body experiences, predictable college photographs, Short Stories, supernatural, WEST COAST on December 3, 2009 by Shiv

By Don Delillo. Another steal from the New Yorker this week. And that makes 3 about/from New York this week. All I have to say, I suppose, is that I live on the West Coast. And I live in a big house. And maybe I don’t blog enough.

While I’m at it, I’d also like to introduce my Portland family to the blog. Beth’s joined us already with a good post on pop. And Brad, the last quarter of NE Monroe will hopefully join soon and I’m sure provide a lot of corn. Muahaaa,

Now, THAT said, do you guys remember Wes’s “Dummy Monster” story from way back when? Well, for those that haven’t heard it, ask someone who has or just believe these ones we (Beth) recently found on the interweb. The information highway has become a farily big place, I’d say. Good thing we have this small space to talk about it. I hope to hear from all of you regarding this matter.

Deep Inside…

Posted in asperger's syndrome, books, God Almighty, Mind Control, NYT linking, out-of-body experiences with tags , , on October 13, 2009 by John

Jung red book

Jung’s Red Book is coming out next week.  It’s already being buzzed about in academea, but how do you get the kids to get excited?  Well you get cool guys like Charlie Kaufman and David Byrne ( & many more) to talk about it and vlog it.  They’re not out yet, but look for them.

About the book though; it’s one of a kind.  It’s Jung’s personal account of his trip into the Inferno.  For sixteen years, durring a ‘mid-life crisis’, he spent his free time tearing down the wall between his concious and subconsious mind.

In it, Jung travels the land of the dead, falls in love with a woman he later realizes is his sister, gets squeezed by a giant serpent and, in one terrifying moment, eats the liver of a little child. (“I swallow with desperate efforts — it is impossible — once again and once again — I almost faint — it is done.”) At one point, even the devil criticizes Jung as hateful.  NYT

Of course there’s much more to it than dragons and a morbid liverwurst.  This is a record of the subconcious of a man that formed a good deal of the contemporary ideas about the subconcious.  The book’s translator, Sonu Shamdasani, who wrestled with the book for ten years called it “the nuclear reactor for all [Jung’s] works.”

The log of  his journies has taken a twisted path itself.  The New York Times has done a great job putting that story to pixels, and you can find it here.  It’s all very exciting, but for now, I don’t have $115.

Smoking Dope With Pynchon

Posted in books, out-of-body experiences with tags , , on September 26, 2009 by kevin

So I’m reading Pynchon’s new novel – which includes lots of pot – and stumbled upon this. It appears to be fairly legit actually. It is one man’s account of meeting Pynchon in the 60’s (a decade “Tom” is obsessed with, as you might know) and smoking a fat joint. It’s really not that interesting unless you are one of those people who adores the very silly shenanigans surrounding Pynchon’s anonymity. Read if you are are one of those folk…

Dope With Big T.P.

Petersburg, Andrei Bely – 1916

Posted in books, out-of-body experiences, Russia with tags , on July 1, 2009 by kevin

Petersburg is an astonishing composition that blends much of what many love about 19th century Russian Lit with a daunting symbolist aesthetic that practically swallows its strands of plot into a prenatal existence. Sure, there is a narrative – a bomb, politics, parricide – but the crux of Petersburg is the dazzling imagery and false signifiers that Bely relentlessly cascades from every page.

The novel is nearly as concerned with shapes as it is with humans. Cubes, pyramids and, yes, even parallelepipeds are given the same (and on occasions more) notice than the men and women who stroll about them. The result is a dizzying and at times hallucinatory painting of a city and  a world where symbolic sensation does not correspond to the stimulus.  Everything is caught in an integument of shapes and sensations with nowhere to expand. Nowhere is this captured better than in the case of Alexandr Ivanovich.

His ephemeral descent into delirium is perhaps the most perfectly realized account of madness I have read in any Russian novel (and if we’re talking madness here, Russian authors hold the throne imo). I would try to describe the end of chapter six, but my words would be impotent. I will simply sum it up with the word “enfranshish” and remark that it involves a giant bronze horse come to life and a host of other things that make for some breathtaking reading along the lines of Gogol although, and its hard for me to say, likely better.

There is plenty more to talk about here – language, narration, bodily deatchment, repetition – but I would simply like to say that this is a book worth reading. Well worth reading. It’s astonishing.

Oh yeah, he sings too

Posted in film, music, out-of-body experiences, tubes with tags on February 24, 2009 by kevin

Music to Go Mad With

Posted in music, out-of-body experiences, women on December 29, 2008 by John

This is a good album to listen to with a cold, after working for 8 hours at a retail store and heading straight to Fry’s because you didn’t buy anyone gifts and it’s two days before Christmas and you didn’t have time before because besides that nice trip to L.A., you’ve been working 7 days a week.  Yma Sumac has already flipped her lid. She’s nuts, but she’s having fun going mad.  She makes a good companion on these trips.

Yma Sumac – Mambo! (1954)

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P.S. All better now.

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Also, GvB has a live, simplified version of Guys Eyes that really is one of the best songs I’ve heard in a couple years.  Even if you’re not the biggest Animal Collective fan, it’s worth a listen(, David).