WAS my Blog (Hey! I’m not really a blog I’m a magazine - but not your usual sort of) Magazine. BLOGZINE. It's stopped being anything now, as of April 9, 2008.
But what is online stays online, and what's here is what happened while it was happening. The Chinese above, in Pinyin, is huānyíng, and it means “Welcome” and it’s meant. The girl (pictured) is my television lawyer, just in case. E&D is (or was) a mix of poetry & reviews and sometimes charmingly gentle rhubarb (sometimes with hot custard); it has a heart of rolled gold & the word ‘acerbic’ (is that related to ‘cynical’?) doesn't come into it. There are music reviews too, of gigs at the local music halls. This bit was on hold for a while because I was in China for two years, but now I'm not, though I'm going back soon. Anyway, everything here is all a kind of mysterious (I’d like to say it’s sensuous but it isn’t) zone of gentle & benign happiness (whatever the hell 'happiness' is), where headaches disappear & people are friends, & your shoes never need cleaning, & I hope you enjoy it.
This is a re-designed site, launched in October 2006. You can view the original website, and all the stuff published there, by clicking here.
Oh, & if you want to find out about my poetry, please go to my Home-From-Home which is a site almost as heavenly as this one.
E&D is no longer accepting submissions of work for publication.
Remember That I Love You by Kimya Dawson
Sample track: Loose Lips [Listen]
Kimya Dawson features heavily on the "Juno" soundtrack, a soundtrack that's as wonderful as the movie. This LP is ok, too. It gets a little trying in places, but it's generally ok.
Dig!!! Lazarus, Dig!!! by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Sample track: More News From Nowhere [Listen]
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A month of twilights, laglight, fritterdusk. Withered plants, soggy bulbs, stubble. The Garden in February. Mold and tendrils, colorless scribbles dangling from a ripped-back carpet of matted leaves. Fresh hole in the frozen ground that looks like it was made by a pick-axe, a fang. Smeared dirt and frost, diamond slime. Paradise a child’s notion. Paradise painted one stroke, one phrase, one glimpse at a time, whatever a lightning flare reveals of it. Blunderblink. An invitation. Mr. and Mrs. Dwindle. Request. Demand. The pleasure of your company, your antics, your fervor, your moodiness, your stolid numbing small-time solemnity, your contempt, your pig-headed pride, your carelessness, your squalling self.
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It looks like a cry from the heart. What kind of poem is it and to who you dedicate it? I saw many poetry and stories in the web, this type I see first time:)
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Posted by: Riseafford | January 04, 2010 at 03:57
It looks like a cry from the heart. What kind of poem is it and to who you dedicate it? I saw many poetry and stories in the web, this type I see first time:)
Posted by: Vintage Rings | January 27, 2010 at 22:45