spring is here.
so watch out for apollo.
no one fucks with apollo.
if you are going to fuck with apollo,
you need to get the fuck out.
that is all I am saying here.
motherfucker is an archer.
motherfucker is an immortal god.
motherfucker is dangerous.
do not fuck with apollo.
now get out there and get delphic.
-aristotle, “poetics”
(2010)
(a version of this was used in the program for hearth gods, no. 25.)
April 08, 2010, 12:26am Comments
graham greene - the quiet american
f. scott fitzgerald - the great gatsby
roberto bolaño - the savage detectives
michel foucault - discipline and punish
saul bellow - henderson the rain king
fyodor dostoyevsky - crime and punishment
mark van doren - shakespeare
anonymous - the book of isaiah
lawrence wright - the looming tower
saint augustine - city of god
March 27, 2010, 12:45am Comments
March 03, 2010, 12:53pm Comments
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
an old friend wants you to come out for “h.m.s. pinafore.”
February 20, 2010, 10:17am Comments
February 17, 2010, 12:06am Comments
teaser for hearth gods no. 24
(c.e. carey, inspired by otl aicher)
February 10, 2010, 8:21pm Comments
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January 27, 2010, 12:27pm Comments
I went on craigslist this morning at around 9:30 am, looking for furniture. (I’m redecorating, in case you needed to know. or wanted to buy me a nice mattress.) I came upon a table and chairs that looked good, contacted the seller, and set up an exchange for tomorrow morning. at 4 pm today, in the gym, a colleague of mine, b, came up to me.
“hey c,” he said. “are you getting a table off craigslist?”
“yes, b,” I said, “and chairs.”
“oh. cc [a mutual acquaintence of ours] and I were talking just now, and she said she knows the guy that’s selling it to you. she said I should tell you to act crazy to him. like a serial killer. freak him out. then say ‘just kidding!’ and run away.”
“okay,” I said. “wow.”
later I ran into cc.
“ohmygod, c,” she said. “are you getting a table?”
“b already told me,” I said. “you want me to scare him?”
“oh yes. please. he looked you up on facebook just to make sure you were real and asked me if I knew you because we were mutual friends and your picture is of you scowling. I said you were a real teddy bear, that you just looked that way, but you could totally get away with it. c’mon, creep him out a bit.”
the future is here. in it, everyone knows you are getting a table. it is scary.
also, maybe I shouldn’t scowl in my facebook picture?
January 14, 2010, 5:43pm Comments
