Mike Tidmus

People who died, Jim Carroll Band (video: YouTube) James Dennis “Jim” Carroll, poet & punk rocker August 1, 1950 – September 11, 2009

“When you get down to it, [Prop. 8] comes from some very hateful, ignorant beliefs. It’s not coming from anything that makes any sense. It’s nasty and un-American, really. Anybody that respects life and people’s freedoms, Democrat, Republican, it should not matter. And it makes me angry that people spent money outside of California to [...]

Left: Rirkrit Tiravanija, JG Reads, 2008, still from a black-and-white film in 16 mm, 10 hours 6 minutes. Right: John Giorno, LIFE IS A KILLER, 2008, pencil on paper, 6 1/2 x 6 1/2.” This is the 500th post on the new blog. I suppose after 500 posts, I should stop calling it “the new [...]

Still Life, with Her Things From The Niagara River, 2005 By Kay Ryan Today her things are quiet and do not reproach, each in its place, washed in the light that encouraged the Dutch to paint objects as though they were grace — the bowl, the goblet, the vase from Delft — each the reliquary [...]

Bonjour mes amis!  To accompany that steaming cup of joe and your Sunday papers, here are a few links to certifiably unmissable writings from across the vast internets that you might otherwise, but surely ought not to, miss. Bon appétit! Max Blumenthal : Who Started the War on Christmas? What would Christmas be without warnings of the secular [...]

(L-R) Salvador Dalí, José Moreno Villa, Luis Buñuel, Federico García Lorca and José Antonio Rubio Sacristán, Madrid, May 1926 (Photo: El Pais) Spain’s most-beloved poet once said, “In Spain, the dead are more alive than the dead of any other country in the world.” He might well have been right. The same poet also said, ”I [...]

Lament for Ignacio Sanchez Mejias Federico García Lorca 1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the white sheet at five in the afternoon. A trail of lime ready prepared at five in the afternoon. The rest was death, and death alone. The wind [...]

City That Does Not Sleep Federico García Lorca In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is asleep. The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins. The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream, and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will [...]