Rest in peace,
Kathryn Rantala
sent me this link, to an interesting (and long–I haven’t read it all yet) article on the state of book publishing etc. Sifton worked (works?) for ‘prestige’ houses like Knopf and Farrar Straus and ended up with her own imprint, I think.
Kelsey tipped me off
to Olafur Arnalds. I bought and recommend eulogy for evolution.
A few folks
seem to like this photo.
Where Angels Fear to Tread: E.M. Forster
“It was three in the afternoon when Philip left the realms of common-sense.”
(p. 20: Vintage edition)
(I can’t recommend this book highly enough. I am astonished that Forster was only 26 when it was published.)
The Nerd Globe
The new elimae
is now posted. Enjoy!
Just in case
anyone is looking at ClusterFlock and not reading elimae announcements, I am closed to submissions for the next four or five weeks for some traveling and resting. Right now the re-open date is July 20th. You can check the elimae announcements around July 10th or so, to see if I’ll open up again sooner or if I’m holding firm. Have fun.
The new issue will be June/July and will post probably within the next 24 hours.
In orange
Is this one spiky, Lucy?
Alek Lindus,
photographer extraordinaire and friend of ClusterFlock, has just published écrasement du temps.
Nobody seems
to be posting much, so I thought I would give you this delightful little snip from the Bob Dylan I used to find enchanting.
For Phil
The postscript to Letter VII:
For Sheila and Kelsey
Once again based upon enigmajanitor’s lovely img740.
I based
this new acrylic on enigmajanitor’s lovely img740. You can tell me if it makes you heave.
Fennesz
“Vacuum“.
I have the album this comes from–Black Sea.
A Death by the Sea
A number of you, especially among those who took part in Clusterflockstock, have read my story “Stop Your Caterwauling”, published in the newest issue of New York Tyrant. Some of you, Deron tells me, have expressed an interest in knowing more about the novel it is excerpted from.
I hope there wasn’t
a shortage of bathrooms in Telephone, Texas.
21st century drawing
from a 19th century man.
Looking forward to the 20th century
Thomas Hardy, 1902
“The Man He Killed”
Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have sat us down to wet
Right many a nipperkin!
But ranged as infantry
And staring face to face,
I shot at him as he at me,
And killed him in his place.
I shot him dead because–
Because he was my foe,
Just so: my foe of course he was;
That’s clear enough; although
He thought he’d ‘list, perhaps,
Off-hand like–just as I–
Was out of work–had sold his traps–
No other reason why.
Yes, quaint and curious war is!
You shoot a fellow down
You’d treat it met where any bar is,
Or help to half-a-crown.
A notebook, apparently belonging
to one of Burne-Jones’s students, was found yesterday in Hyde Park. From it we gather that the artist’s yet-unveiled new work, The Car of Love, may include a detail somewhat like that below:
The quotation inserted in the sketch is from the work of John Keats.
Inspired by President Cleveland’s
lovely bride, young men from sea to shining sea are asking their barbers to give them “the Esther.”
Birth announcement: September 17, 1883
Mr and Mrs William George (Raquel) Williams are proud to announce the birth of little William Carlos. Adding their welcomes are his grandmother and uncles. Though his parents trace their roots to the Virgin Islands and Puerto Rico respectively, they now reside in Rutherford (N. J.).
Update: Byron & Scott Duel
An engraving just in from a Greek source confirms the duel in which George Gordon, Lord Byron, has defeated and decapitated the beloved Sir Walter Scott and after which he has made a characteristically inflammatory remark, recorded on the image, but which we shall do well not to reproduce here.
Disgusted by the unnaturally
harsh reactions to Jude the Obscure, Thomas Hardy has turned his back on the novel and his face toward poetry. Harper & Brothers are proud to announce the publication of Wessex Poems.
The youthful departed
The lately mourned John Polidori was fortunate enough to see The Vampyre into print before his untimely demise, but is there any hope for the publication of his sketchbook?
Polidori's antipathy to Percy Bysshe Shelley is apparent in this late drawing.