Monthly Archives: January 2007

Two Picture of Ellen

Two Pictures of Ellen In the first picture Ellen’s self-sufficient, alone – one of only two new members, she’s younger than the rest and where they’re close, shoulders touching, she’s sitting apart, legs crossed, hands intertwined over one knee. The … Continue reading

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The Labyrinth Pans Out

Being a big Pan fan, I was geeked about the movie Pan’s Labyrinth from the first moment I heard about it, and for once a movie I was looking forward to didn’t let me down. I’ll skip the self-important faux … Continue reading

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Bethany: Part XI

Bethany: Part XI   Things didn’t play out the usual way after our clinch – Bethany and I didn’t go on to become one of those 24/7 couples, never more than a foot away from each other, who clotted the … Continue reading

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UBUTUNES

I filled my IPod shuffle at radom from my music library, and this is the result for the many, many fans who have wondered what UBU is listening to:   Down Home Girl 3:04 Alvin Robinson Alvin Robinson’s Fever – EP (Original) R&B/Soul   When I … Continue reading

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She Walks on Glass

She Walks on Glass   A spotlight appears around Brooke Shields, who is dressed in mock-Arab style, with a jeweled halter and a long sequined skirt, gold bracelets on her wrists and arms. The spotlight widens to show a large … Continue reading

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The Department of Shades and Blinds: A Quotebag

The Department of Shades and Blinds: A Quotebag   As a young man, Hans Castorp had learned the exhilarating thrill of brushing up against powers whose full embrace would destroy you. There had always been people who had willingly entered … Continue reading

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Bethany: Part X

Bethany: Part X I realized then that among the many things I didn’t know about Bethany was exactly where she lived. Last year, I’d roamed the amoeba shaped maze that was Fox Chapel with Heather many nights in many states … Continue reading

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Continental Tales

Continental Tales   Genet’s been apprehended For sabotaging Camus’s car Rimbaud’s been befriended By Verlaine in a bar   Proust is trembling At the sound of a mouse Beckett is dissembling On the way to Joyce’s house   Eluard is … Continue reading

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Stace

Stace "I used to just sit there in my room, staring at myself in the mirror. I’d think my hair will be perfect even if my clothes aren’t. I’d look so long sometimes that I’d start to feel like I … Continue reading

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Nuggets From the Magic Mountain

Some more nuggets excavated from Thomas Mann’s The Magic Mountain: Her sex knows no pity or concern when staring at the horrors of passion, an elemental emotion with which the female is apparently much more familiar than the male, who … Continue reading

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