Quote bag: The Wild Heat of a Morbid Heart

“How did you do it?” I asked.

“With a hatchet. I hit him on the brow and he fell down dead. Then I pushed him over the edge of the roof.” Phillip put his hands over his ears and pressed hard. “I did this for three seconds so I wouldn’t hear him fall in the yard.” He winced and made a face. “I heard it nonetheless.”

We walked out of the Anchor Bar, crossed the street and started up 17th Street. In a play court on the right, a whole platoon of little children were seesawing and playing hopscotch and wading in a pool in the hot sun. Philip smiled at the children. I knew he was thinking of himself as a murderer.

– Jack Kerouac

 

A somber, ash-scattering scene would make a heaven-sent ending for the obituary of a nut.

There’d been hardly a fruitcake trail he hadn’t followed to its bleak end, every paranormal idiocy, by his blurred lights, worthy of full investigation.

– Thomas H. Cook

 

“The White Woman,” he said. A very young woman in a stiff white garment was kneeling by the stream, holding a jagged strip of jawbone filled with squat, gleaming teeth. Even in the pale light under the trees, her hair was an extraordinary red.

She wrinkled a delicate nose at the stiff newness of the garment which masked, but could not conceal, a foundation young and curvilinear.

– Ruth Sawtell Wallis

 

“How,” he thought to himself, “would it be possible for an enormous world of life all its own to move around under our feet? For unheard-of creatures to carry on within the strongholds of the earth and be forced by the inner fires of the earth’s dark womb to grow into forms gigantic in size and powerful of mind? Could these dreadful strangers, driven up by the penetrating cold, possibly sometimes appear among us, while perhaps at the same time celestial guests, living, speaking forces of the constellations, might become visible overhead?”

– Novalis

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STEELERS RULE! (again)

 

Whew – my nerves still haven’t quite recovered from the Super Bowl. Everyone knows I’m a die hard Steelers fan and I almost lived up to that appellation by passing away from stress. But in the end my team once again proved themselves true champions for a record breaking sixth time. On the biggest stage in the world they demonstrated courage, humility, perseverance, teamwork, courage, grace under pressure and all of the classic attributes of, well, heroes. The Cardinals showed a lot more than I expected, and I have to give them credit for almost living up to the media hype, but in the end they went down for the count like the opponent in a Rocky sequel and old Kurt Warner is going to have to pick up his bible and preach somewhere other than Disney World this year. His counterpart Big Ben isn’t getting the credit he deserved for his incredible, mythic Joe Montana-like drive to win the game, something he’s already done many times in his brief career. Believe me, in a few years afficionados will speak of that achievement in the hushed, reverential tones it merits. I also give kudos to the amazing James Harrison and my son’s favorite, ex-Wolverine LaMarr Woodley for their triple guts prowess.

Although the hipocracy likes to put down football, if you think about it the Super Bowl is an absolutely amazing event. All those camps, exhibitions, practices and games followed by a single elimination tournament resolve themselves in one contest that decides everything and NOONE can script it, predict it, anticipate it or even completely escape it. The Super Bowl in a uniquely American unreproducible happening and all you can do, like any great performance, is experience it. And thanks to the great folks at Anthco I did.

Fantastic job Pittsburgh Steelers. Enjoy it and I’ll try not to start worrying about Lombardi trophy number seven for a month or so.

(I’m sure the Post Gazette doesn’t need me sending traffic their way, but if you missed it this is a very good article about the Steelers and the Steeler nation.)

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Traveling 2

We started into it

That great tantalizing

Landscape hidden

Beneath the layers

Of her clothes

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From the UBU mailbag of the mind

TOPS, INDEED

 

Dear Editor,

Every so often I read a letter in our local daily Ann Arbor newspaper. I always feel a warm glow in my heart when I read such letters for to me they reveal one of the great joys of being a citizen of this little corner of the wide world. Most people don’t know that I’ve eaten poison ivy. I had to go to the hospital. The big test was the stress test. The eucharistic minister and I received communion. Many people may not understand this part, but I felt completely confident now, as I had the help and care of the Creator. It is bewildering to me that the press media and other consumer experts have spent so little time lifting the veil of trickery and deception of the grouchy world for joyful humankind, those poor souls who will be affected. In my innermost heart of hearts, I am aware of something even more wonderful than this – let us, during the year 2009, make Ann Arbor the tops, the most joyful city in the whole United States of America. That would, indeed, be something to make us all proud.

Towler Patuski, Ann Arbor

 

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Your Language Is Not My Friend

 

 

Sorry, but you’d have to pay me at least twenty to sit through this…

 

PERFORMANCE: "LANGUAGE IS MY FRIEND"

You order drinks, someone is handed a script and made to perform for your pleasure, and then acting, music and dance are used in a massive, post-modern deconstruction beat musical performance. Cost: $10.

 

 

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Critical Violation

 

This is one inspector I hope never comes to our store:

Critical violations:

There wasn’t a capable person in charge (corrected).

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Prunikos Playlist

 

This has been my sound track lately – it’s mostly derived from stuff that’s come up on the I-tunes party shuffle feature. Like the AOR radio stations of yore, I think we all have the tendency to boil most CD’s down to the two or three tunes that are really great and add them to our personal play list and more or less forget about the rest. I like to run the party shuffle as I’m laboring to create the fabulous UBUART that’s so captivated the literary and artistic universe and often I will emerge from my creative trance to ponder, huh, what is this? and discover fantastic songs that I hardly took in the first time, as well as the weird synchronicities and juxtapositions that make our world the super special one that it is.

Without further ado here it is, the annotated Prunikos play list: with title, album and artist

1.) Let your Loss Be Your Lesson – Raising Sand – Robert Plant & Alison Krauss

I love this CD and have listened to it a million times, yet this tune never made an impression on me until I heard it out of context. Plant doesn’t even sing on it, but his rock vibe makes Alison, who has one of my favorite voices in the world, do some things she usually doesn’t.

2.) Stars – New Favorite – Alison Krauss & Union Station

And this is what she usually does and there ain’t nothing wrong with it. The only problem with Union Station CD’s is that every so often some guy in the band will bellow out a tune, and believe me there are no Robert Plants in the bunch.

3.) Heart of Stone – Breakfast in Bed – Joan Osborne

Another of my favorite voices, and a pretty neglected one. Her song writing is so solid too, as evidenced by this number that easily could have been a cover of a soul classic.

4.) Surf Cowboy – University – Throwing Muses

University is such a great CD and the Throwing Muses were one of the best bands of that Indie explosion. Kristen Hersh is another one of those haunting female voices, a unique songwriter and a very good guitar player too. In a just universe she’d be bigger than Madonna.

5.)

Superfluous Daisy – Straight or Lame – The Daisy Chain

I’m always on the lookout for the psychedelic from the 60’s, and it’s truly different to find a girl band trippin’ out. But this tune is more than a novelty, it’s strangely soulful and clever. Like many artists, it shows that you don’t have to be supremely talented to produce something interesting when in the grip of a great historical moment. From 1967, of course.

6.) Person – The Complete Oh-OK – Oh-OK

I guess you could say the same thing about this number, a product of the 80’s New Wave scene in Athens, GA, from a group perhaps now most famous for having Michael Stipe’s sister in it.

7.) Phenomena – Show Your Bones – Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs

This is one of my favorite contemporary bands, though it looks like they might be hitting the modern fifteen minute limit. Karen O. has another one of those memorable female voices this set is so blessed with.

8.) For Emma – For Emma, Forever Ago – Bon Iver

Marty Gosser who used to work for me and is now a big time Gotham publisher dude (who like all the rest won’t even read my book) used to kid me about buying any rock band that gets talked up in the New Yorker, but they haven’t steered me wrong too often.

9.) I Mean It –Warm, In Your Coat – Romeo Void

Man, back in the day I couldn’t stop raving about Romeo Void, and still have to say they’re great. I remember hearing Never Say Never in the movie Reckless and wigging out. Debora Iyall is yet another great, expressive singer and songwriter.

10.) Blue – Live @ The Fillmore – Lucinda Williams

And then there’s Lucinda, who is one of the true immortals. I’ll never forget her singing this song on a rainy night in Ann Arbor.

11.) Glad and Sorry – Good Boys…When They’re Asleep –The Faces

People will probably always reduce this band to Rod Stewart and…or, with the way he’s embarrassed himself since, reduce it to just nothing. Both Rod and Ron Wood put the band down when they went on to other things, but it was a truly great outfit, more than just them as this great Ronnie Lane cut will attest.

12.) Man in a Shed – Five Leaves Left – Nick Drake

I was kind of late to Nick, not naturally being drawn to "folk," but, golly, he’s as big a genius as they say. This is a kind of overlooked, understated thing, but it fits.

13.) Gone for Good – Yes – Morphine

I had to look at the play list to see this was Morphine – I was sure it was John Hiatt. It’s certainly atypical for them – no sax for one thing – but it’s so very haunting.

14.) She is Dancing – Each Day Blues – Brian Kelly

I actually first heard this on the Basquiat soundtrack (I’ve never the flick, but it’s a mighty fine soundtrack), and basically forgot about it until it popped up on shuffle, haunting and cool and much better than anything else on Kelly’s own CD.

15.) Cursed Sleep – The Letting Go – Bonnie "Prince" Billie

Another New Yorker find. This is obviously the standout track, but the whole thing’s growing on me with each listen. I’m sure a tune will pop up on Party Shuffle some day that will blow me away. The CD has a "hidden track" on it, though, which is sooooooo annoying.

16.) I’ve Got Dreams to Remember – The Very Best of Otis Redding – Otis Redding

It’s hard for me to find an Otis number that doesn’t feel like I’ve heard it a jillion times, but Party Shuffle put this one out there.

17.

) Some Other Spring – Billie Holiday And Her Orchestra, 1939-41 – Billie Holiday

I listen to her all the time at work but this is the only CD I’ve put on I-tunes at home and thank goodness. Maybe spring will come after all.

20.) Goldmine in the Sky – The Complete London Sessions – Jerry Lee Lewis

I think I first got this album in the cutout bin. The concept of it was to have Jerry play with the London rock hot shots of the time and it was a great idea. I listened to it all through high school, played the rock’n’roll medley as the climax of many a college radio show and never stopped digging in until I put my turntable in mothballs, but I absolutely could not remember hearing this song before it popped up on Party Shuffle. What an amazing performance, like Jerry poised between baloney and heaven. He takes a corny Gene Autry number (check out, if you dare, the saccharin performance by Roy Rogers and Pat Boone on You Tube) and adds a tragic dimension that makes it truly moving. If I were elected president I’d have Jerry drag out his piano and play America at my inauguration with no taped music either. Think about it.

 

 

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Traveling

 

In the course of traveling

We’re forced to share

The same bed

Chaste but intimate

And

Even more so

In the carriage

The next day

 

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Gala

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Big gala at the art museum. She’s there holding the corner of an oversized check signifying an oversized contribution from the oversized donor holding the other corner, but nobody’s looking at him or his check, they’re transfixed by her in that astonishing dress, dramatic as Madame X’s, black except for the creamy silk at the bustline, blending subtly with the creamy skin of her bare arms and decolletage, even more astonishing to think she’s a woman in her forties, completely appropriate yet singularly radiant even against this opulent background, so manifestly sweet that even the cattiest society matrons can’t worry her as she smiles amongst the camera flashes and then lightly pirouettes away.

And then watching her walking I at once understand the sacrality of shoes, what the other women awkwardly grasp at as they totter about in their absurdly high heels while she moves so naturally, the mistress of the wild beasts, doe footed, split hoofed, her arched tread touching the earth in two places, toe and heel, skittishly picking her way along the crowd forest with instinctual grace.

Down the stairs to the darkened galleries with only the subtlest glance back to let me know she knows I’m following her under the ropes to where she waits, framed by the vast canvasses of past centuries, all ocean and ocean’s daughters, their pastel flesh gone chiaroscuro in the shadows.

As I touch her she looks up, and then, from back then, she rises up strong, pug nosed, ponytailed even, still with that tiny gap between her front teeth, the apparition of her round bellied form standing naked among the ripening goddesses of my ripening years, still effortlessly carrying the dawn in her luminous circle, a perfect fit with the beauties of eternity, their brush stroke curves shimmering in half light Tara half turned next to the alabaster glisten of Venus foaming at the mouth of Oshun, her river dance ballet rushing to bubbly aerobics, eyes bright with reflection, we close diving, trembling against the breast cup and figurines rattling to the drowning depths…

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my Inauguration Fantasy

My fantasy is that soon after the inauguration the aliens will come down in their saucers and reveal all the secrets of the universe to mankind. When asked why they came now they will reply Because you finally showed you were evolved.

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