a soulless person

is one who you either don't understand or understand too well

Shaggy to Smooth

History as the progression from shaggy local to universal smooth.  How could a mediaeval man have perceived a quasar - immensity smooth ball with tolerances of millimeters.

Communion

Hart is a communer with joy, a connector instinctively.  Withholding isn't natural to him.

true observers

Guy's idealized version of his family, astute unraveling of mysteries out of clues witnessed of people they see at airport.  Kids passionate sleuths.  The reality slothful and otherwise.

Movie: The Pick-up Artist

Finally saw after 20 some years.  Interesting they shot in Coney Island same year I shot Pearls Before Swine.  Lame movie.  Toback is all panache, but can't pull off the drama of a Scorsese and can't passionately pursue a story without getting sidetracked with his own brilliance.  Molly Ringwald, what horrible casting, and pretty much at the limits of her powers (as opposed to heights).  Even Robert Downey Jr. seemed kind of plain and without his subsequent manic inspiration.  Fingers was better, if even a bit overreaching, at least had some genuine balls to it.  This seems like an attempt to pander and get acceptable, but horribly mawkish results.  weak all around.  Toback may be an auteur but there's not a lot of brilliance on the screen.

the thicket of cliches

how much writing will I need to do to get a view through it, standing on my hindlegs in the savannah grasses

have passed through the journeyman phase and the lure of writing for money.  so now to it, and what remains of it.

re: Grandfather

not seeing family is a way of not acknowledging that times passes and will end.

Hart in tub sings Saturday Night

in homage to Sevi, who is on a flight to France at the moment, reprises her song (to the tune of Sat night, Cat Stevens...)

Saturday Night and I ATE everybody

Saturday Night and I ate everBODy

Saturday Night and I'm doin the Cha-Cha

Walkin in a Winter Wonderland...

Waxman-Markey #2

Jeremiad #2: Just about any lapse in law, any delay in justice, any error in judgment can later be remedied. But here we are up against something very nearly past fixing. Feedback loops that portend runaway climate change will not be reined in on a human timescale. Climate disequilibrium isn't about rocking the boat, it's about capsizing. And we are already about 10 years late to respond. This is about agriculture failing where it once thrived; about disease and famine outbreaking pervasively; about angry politicians unable to represent even angrier constitutients in a physical world that stops cooperating with expectations. It's about the threat of a great levelling, about the pruning away of society's richness, about the privatization of dwindling resources, even about private armies and warlordism turning commonplace as societies lose the means to protect and so sacrifice the values of equity, cohesion and liberty. Please tell reps to support Waxman-Markey now. The congressmen are begging for public support for this. It comes up for a vote within 2 weeks. All about it: http://www.grist.org/article/2009-06-03-waxman-markey-bill-breakdown/

unoriginal

It doesn't matter that it's been said or thought before any more than it matters that others breathed before.  the point is in the act of origination, no matter how often it happens.  a bit of the eternal delight.

crying as a kind of bleeding

and that's why there has to be an end to grief

a character representing the real world

in  a tough ass sort of way, tries to scare Tilton into shame for being precious.  all religion a luxury says this guy.

one asks questions

without question marks.  The other's ever declarative sentence ends with one?

to me my own

here we go again

Some one mentioned the heavy rain coming

and we all got quiet with looks of consternation. some kind of piety
toward the idea of helplessness gave a nod to. strange, there in the
hallway of the public school...

expectation

He held on, stubborn that the thing would appear in the mailbox one
day. Til he started to get old and sick and realized ain't nothing
was coming in the mail lessin he sent it to himself. So he yanked out
a ream and chuffed the head off a dusty pencil, thwacked and shook the
bubbles out of his fountain pen obsessively like it was themometer or
hypodermic. this was it. shit time.

the privilege

The privilege of expressing yourself fully as an artist is the same as the privilege of avoiding getting slain by cancer.  Vigilance and unremitting work.