Sunday, January 31, 2010

Saturday, January 30, 2010

its ok

new orleans surrealist moment #402

A little 5 or 6 year old black girl wearing a mask and feather boa with her mom and dad- who were for some reason wearing fake Groucho Marx glasses/nose/moustache combo- throwing Doritos at a pigeon who was totally trying to not notice them or the fresh vomit on the street as a huckster handing out "You're not smiling!" violations for money for cheap hats was being cruised by the big muscle guy that was in turn being sized up by the "Lucky Dog" vendor....
(All observed while a cute but hammered -but more likely stoned to Jesus -tourist with tattoos on his face sang the following to his girlfriend and her mother: "You fill up my senses like a night in a forest, Like the mountains in springtime, Like a walk in the rain, like a storm in the desert, Like a sleepy blue ocean. You fill up my senses, come fill me agaaaaain...." before I asked to "take his picture" to which he answered "Sure, but it will cost you a buck or a blow job!"
Post script: I had no singles.

something, something, something, (beautiful) something...

Quoth the Madman

"I am Madame Bovary."
-Gustave Flaubert

Quoth the Madman

unnervingly sexy serial killers

Carl Panzram

unnervingly sexy serial killers

Bruno Lüdke
His murderous career was particularly prolific in the years leading up to WWII, when, while working as a laundry truck driver, he stabbed and strangled as many as 80 women, frequently raping them before and even after their deaths. During the war authorities apprehended Ludke as he molested a young woman, and under the Gestapo leader Heinrich Himmler's orders, he was sterilized.
On January 29, 1943, he murdered his final victim, Frieda Rosner, and slipped into a state of severe dementia. The police accidentally discovered Ludke while conducting a routine investigation. In his madness he attempted to assault them, and was arrested. Once in custody, Ludke admitted to 85 killings, claiming rape was the main objective. Rather than prosecute him as criminally insane, the Nazi's decided to use Ludke as a human guinea pig in their experiments, and Ludke died in Vienna on April 8, 1944, when an experiment involving lethal chemicals proved fatal.

Friday, January 29, 2010

overheard on magazine street

Older woman: "Excuse me, miss?"
Younger woman: "Yes Ma'am?"
Older woman: "Your veil, your burqa is very beautiful. I didn't know your people were allowed to wear it in bright colors."
Younger woman: "Oh... It's not a burqa, it's a poncho. I'm Jewish. It's for the rain. I got it at TJ Maxx."
Older Woman: "Well it's still lovely... I have been to the Holocaust Museum in Washington DC..."
Younger Woman: "That's nice.
Older Woman: "I just want to say, I think you people are great... sorry about all that unpleasantness during the war and all..."
Younger Woman: "Um, thanks."

overheard on toulouse street

Thug: "Damn! You can't go nowhere now without seeing faggots. I saw two brothers holding hands on the streetcar the other day. It's like they was coming out of the closet on the streetcar!"
Thugette: "You trippin', there ain't no closet on the streetcar."

overheard on st. philip street

Older tourist Lady: "What a cute dog! What's his name?"
Person with dog: "Boudin."
Older tourist Lady: "Who-dat?"
Person with dog: "Boudin."
Older tourist Lady: "Boo-man?"
Person with dog: "Boudin."
Older tourist Lady: "Bo-dean?"
Person with dog: "Boudin."
Older tourist Lady: "Boo-dan?"
Person with dog: "Close enough."
Older tourist Lady: "What's that mean?"
Person with dog: "It's a kind of sausage, filled with pork and rice."
Older tourist Lady: "I've never hear of that....That's not a good name for a dog, you don't feed him that sausage do you? I am sure that can't be good for him, I mean the rice part is fine, but pork sausage! Sounds a little rich for a dog..."
Person with dog: "Yes, well, enjoy your visit her in New Orleans!"
Older tourist Lady: "Oh we are thanks. How did you know we were from out of town?"
Person with dog: "Lucky guess..."

Thursday, January 28, 2010

grave candy haiku

Her sweetness is now

food for worms, she'll surely make

them diabetic

the dream life of anarchists

die neue zeit

Schlaf, Kindlein schlaf!
Der Vater hüt’ die Schaf;
Die Mutter schüttelt’s Bäumelein,
Da fällt herab ein Träumelein.
Schlaf, Kindlein schlaf!
Süsse Träume, ihr Kleinen…
-For the Goebbels children.

ladies cultural awareness day

Living Series: It’s an extraordinary feeling… by Jenny Holzer, text on cast bronze plaque 2009

d'un cinéma obscurci

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Quoth the Madman

"It makes no difference whom you vote for -- the two parties are really one party representing four percent of the people, the Property Party ...and it has two right wings: Republican and Democrat. Republicans are a bit stupider, more rigid, more doctrinaire in their laissez-faire capitalism than the Democrats, who are cuter, prettier, a bit more corrupt—until recently... and more willing than the Republicans to make small adjustments when the poor, the black, the anti-imperialists get out of hand. But, essentially, there is no difference between the two parties."
-Gore Vidal

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

d'un cinéma obscurci

Jackie O: "We went to an Ides of March party, and I went as Jackie Onassis, in a pink Chanel suit and a pill box hat, and blood on my dress. Well, ketchup mostly and other stuff like macaroni, sort of glued on like brains."
House of Yes - 1997

d'un cinéma obscurci

Aguirre: "Ich bin der Zorn Gottes. Die Erde, über die ich gehe, sieht mich und bebt…Ich bin der große Verräter. Es darf keinen größeren geben. Wer es auch nur wagt, ans Davonlaufen zu denken, wird in 198 Teile zerstückelt. Und auf ihm wird dann so lange herumgetrampelt, bis man die Wände mit ihm streichen kann…"
Aguirre, the Wrath of God- 1972

d'un cinéma obscurci

Friedrich Johann Franz Woyzeck: "Jeder Mensch ist ein Abgrund; es schwindelt einem, wenn man hinabsieht."
-Woyzeck 1979

ladies cultural awareness day

Le Visionnaire- 1904- Macchiati Sérafino (1860-1916)

Vanitas vanitatum omnia vanitas

overheard in waiting room

Sleep deprived looking man drinking large Mountain Dew: "One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my little nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse. "Oh, no," I said. "Disneyland burned down." He cried and cried, but I think that deep down, he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to drive over to the real Disneyland, but it was getting pretty late."

Monday, January 25, 2010

last words

Often apocryphal or outright fabricated, but always intriguing. Culled from various places by yours truly.

I don’t know.
[Peter Abelard (1079-1142); French philosopher and theologian.]
Is it not meningitis? [Louisa May Alcott (1832-1888), American novelist, died from mercury poisoning (complications from calomel used to treat an earlier bout of typhoid fever.)]
I’m bored. I’m bored. [Gabriele D’Annunzo (1863-1938) Italian poet, novelist, playwright, died of a stroke.]
Nothing, but death. [Jane Austen (1775-1817), English novelist, when asked by her sister, Cassandra, if there was anything she wanted. Died from Addison’s disease.]
Take courage, Charlotte, take courage. [Anne Brontë (1820-1849), English novelist and poet, died of pulmonary tuberculosis.]
If you will send for a doctor, I will see him now. [Emily Jane Brontë (1818-1848), English novelist and poet, died of tuberculosis.]
Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight. [Lord Byron (1788-1824), British poet, died from fever contracted in Greece.]
So this is Death—well— [Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881), Scottish writer and essayist.]
Good-bye, everybody. [Hart Crane (1899-1932), American poet, right before jumping overboard into the Gulf of Mexico.]
Let us go in; the fog is rising. [Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), American poet, died of Bright’s disease.]
More light! [Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832), German writer.]
Write…write…pencil…paper. [Heinrich Heine (1797-1856) German poet, died from chronic lead poisoning.]
On the contrary! [Henrik Ibsen (1828-1906), Norwegian playwright, died from a series of strokes. His quote was said in response to a nurse who said he seemed to be improving.]
Well, I must arrange my pillows for another weary night! When will this end? [Washington Irving (1783-1859), American author, died from a heart attack in his bedroom.]
Does nobody understand? [James Joyce (1882-1941), Irish author, playwright and poet, died from complications of surgery for a perforated ulcer.]
Go on, get out—last words are for fools who haven’t said enough. [Karl Marx (1818-1883), German philosopher.]
Human life is limited; but I would like to live forever. [Yukio Mishima (1925-1970), Japanese novelist, committed seppuku after a failed attempt at a coup d’etat restoring the powers of the emperor.]
It has all been most interesting. [Lady Mary Wortley Montagu (1689-1762), English writer.]
Put that bloody cigarette out! [H.H. Munro aka Saki (1870-1916), British writer, killed suddenly in WWI by a sniper’s bullet.]
Born in a hotel room—and God damn it—died in a hotel room. [Eugene O’Neill (1888-1953), American dramatist, died from complications of depression, alcoholism and cerebellar cortical atrophy.]
Lord help my poor soul. [Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), American writer and poet, died from unknown causes after collapsing in the street.]
Moose. Indian. [Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), American author and poet, died from tuberculosis.]
Go away. I’m all right. [H.G. Wells (1866-1946), English author, died of complications from diabetes or liver cancer.]
Either that wallpaper goes, or I do. [Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), Irish playwright, poet and author, died from cerebral meningitis.]


The bomb has already dropped, and we are the mutants.


You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave
Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire, that my own tears
Do scald me like lead.
-Shakespeare, King Lear, IV.7

Quoth the Madman

"It is cheaper and more productive to design machines to fit men rather than try and force men to fit machines."
-Dr. Frank Gilbreth, the father of time and motion study

blood lush

Sunday, January 24, 2010

romain kremer

from pierre debusschere

Quoth the Madman

“ Reality can be overwhelming. It can also be a shadow, depending on how you look at it. ”
-Bob Dylan

Saturday, January 23, 2010


“ First came the sound of wind, a rushing we decided later must have been caused by her wedding dress filling with air. This was brief. A human body falls fast. The main thing was just that: the fact of a person taking on completely physical properties, falling at the speed of a rock. It didn’t matter whether her brain continued to flash on the way down, or if she regretted what she’d done, or if she had time to focus on the fence spikes shooting toward her. Her mind no longer existed in any way that mattered. ”
The Virgin Suicides, Jeffrey Eugenides

Quoth the Madman

"I wanted to kill the me underneath. That fact haunted my days and nights. When you realize you hate yourself so much, when you realize that you cannot stand who you are, and this deep spite has been the motivation behind your behavior for many years, your brain can’t quite deal with it. It will try very hard to avoid that realization; it will try, in a last-ditch effort to keep your remaining parts alive, to remake the rest of you. This is, I believe, different from the suicidal wish of those who are in so much pain that death feels like relief, different from the suicide I would later attempt, trying to escape that pain. This is a wish to murder yourself; the connotation of kill is too mild. This is a belief that you deserve slow torture, violent death."
— Marya Hornbacher-Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia


The songbird that escapes
from a burning house
will build its nest in the shape of a cage.
This is one thing we know:
song begs for the places
that make it grow from seed to starling,
places that put the heart's hemlock
in an empty rowboat and heave it from the shore.
We only praise what we cannot keep:
violin strings berried with rain,
teacups overflowing with brandywine,
radios sickened with static.
Glass tossed out with the tide
will come back smoother and stranger,
but never to the same person.
This is something we want to know.
The woman in love never touches her ears.
The man in his house is always lost without her.
Morning pulls light from the dark like a boy
hoisting a trout from the lake by its clean, pink gills.
When the woman escapes from a burning house
she will know the path of the wind,
how it writes its scripture in peach blossoms
blown into a baby's empty pram.
She'll feel it compose its words
against her body, against the night,
against the water, in an endless, artless psalm.

an impertinent bon bon

"I wonder if eating "natural foods" leads to dying a natural death? hmmm, well you know that even housework can kill you if you do it right."


If human beings are not drowned, asked the little mermaid, can they live forever? do they never die as we do here in the sea? Yes, replied the old lady, they must also die, and their term of life is even shorter than ours. We sometimes live to three hundred years, but when we cease to exist here we only become the foam on the surface of the water, and we have not even a grave down here of those we love. We have not immortal souls, we shall never live again; but, like the green sea-weed, when once it has been cut off, we can never flourish more. Human beings, on the contrary, have a soul which lives forever, lives after the body has been turned to dust. It rises up through the clear, pure air beyond the glittering stars. As we rise out of the water, and behold all the land of the earth, so do they rise to unknown and glorious regions which we shall never see.Why have not we an immortal soul? asked the little mermaid mournfully; I would give gladly all the hundreds of years that I have to live, to be a human being only for one day, and to have the hope of knowing the happiness of that glorious world above the stars.You must not think of that, said the old woman; we feel ourselves to be much happier and much better off than human beings.…so I shall die, said the little mermaid, and as the foam of the sea I shall be driven about never again to hear the music of the waves, or to see the pretty flowers nor the red sun...
The Little Mermaid -Hans Christian Anderson


“ Gone mad is what they say, and sometimes, run mad, as if mad is a different direction, like west; as if mad is a different house you could step into, or a separate country entirely. But when you go mad you don’t go any other place, you stay where you are. And somebody else comes in. ”
Alias Grace - Margaret Atwood

Friday, January 22, 2010

movie haiku

Theater lights dim,
faint glows of text messaging
spawns my seething ire

robot haiku

of our humanity is
just around the bend

something horrible happened here

Quoth the Madman

"The greatest wizard would be the one who bewitched himself to the point of accepting his own phantasmagorias as autonomous apparitions. Wouldn't that be our case?"

Quoth the Madman

"The trouble with the lower classes is that they lack the sense of tragedy given to them by the upper classes."
-Oscar Wilde

Vanitas vanitatum omnia vanitas

Quoth the Madman

Gestorben ist nicht, was für ewig ruht; und mit unbekannten Äonen mag sogar der Tod noch storben.
-H. P. Lovecraft

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Quoth the Madman

Pooh's Law: The minute you decide you're never going to find love, it will sneak up behind you, breathe tenderly down the back of your neck, and when you turn around, sock you in the face.
-Wendy Nather

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

something horrible happened here

Quoth the Madman

“ I hate slick & pretty things. I prefer mistakes & accidents, which is why I like things like cuts & bruises - they’re like little flowers. ”
-David Lynch


The face that will disappear tomorrow under the earth or into the fire does not belong to the future dead but purely and entirely to the living, who are hungry and need to eat the dead, their letters, their money, their photographs, their old loves, their secrets.
Immortality -Milan Kundera

Tuesday, January 19, 2010


something horrible happened here

Quoth the Madman

"You fall out of your mother's womb, you crawl across open country under fire, and then finally drop into your grave."
-Quentin Crisp

Monday, January 18, 2010

Quoth the Madman

"A nation or civilization that continues to produce soft-minded men purchases its own spiritual death on the installment plan."
-Martin Luther King, Jr.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Quoth the Madman

"Lack of charisma can be fatal."
-Jenny Holzer

Saturday, January 16, 2010


Once I pass'd through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions, Yet now of all that city I remember only a man I casually met there who detain'd me for love of me, Day by day and night by night we were together--all else has long been forgotten by me, I remember I say only that man who passionately clung to me, Again we wander, we love, we separate again, Again he holds me by the hand, I must not go, I see him close beside me with silent lips sad and tremulous.
-Walt Whitman

solitary heaven

Friday, January 15, 2010

zombie haiku

Brains are like candy,
delicious sweet grey matter!
(Oops, arm just fell off.)

Crunching through his brain
I found I no longer cared
whether he loved me

Vanitas vanitatum omnia vanitas

excused haiku

"Life's not fair," you say,
as though making the statement
excused your choices.