I love this photo in a kind of “postcards from the apocalypse” kind of way. The way the photo inverts the usual overly bright and shiny beach postcard genre. It’s gorgeously unsentimental and tragic.
…snapping her phone shut:
“Well, that was Dan, he did it, he bought that place near me with the dead guy in the septic.”
“I don’t know why he doesn’t just haul that thing outta there, walk across the border, and chuck it into Canada.”
Two Montana women overheard in the Airport this morning.
Spondees are the best words to whisper in the dark.
I want this man to translate the tongues I cannot read, and bend the mute leaves into song. But I suspect he cannot. He can only, like me, mourn the loss of shade and take refuge from the whine and hydraulic screams of the bulldozers.
Back in November, Bruce Worden and Clare Cross offered up this updated, and creepier, version of the 1947 classic children’s picture book by Margaret Wise Brown, Goodnight Moon. This parody features Keith Moon (1946-1978) [Annie Leibovitz portrait], the impish drummer for The Who.
Click the picture to wish all your little rockstars goodnight.
Recently deposed Sun Microsystems front man Jonathan Schwartz resigns with a haiku on Twitter, giving the world two things it needs: more poetry and fewer CEOs.
All sight is a form of nostalgia for something lost.
Timothy Egan’s last two posts on the NYTimes site deserve your attention. Check ’em out:
And while I’m posting others, say what you will about Al Franken, Continue reading Lesson Plans, 2009
Which version of 1989 will Iran 2009 be: Berlin or Beijing?