The coyote, mocked. There is no human activity more authentic than this, save displacement. The songdog howls the world into existence, but is not sufficient to command it; security and distribution are the occupation of pack mammals. In any case, the spirit of our undertaking will be defined by our relationship with this tufted anachronism.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
That Happy Feeling
Bert Kaempfert & His Orchestra
There is a zeppelin -- mechanical, elegant -- bobbing in place over an inattentive suburban neighborhood and casting shadows on abject, restrained pets and idling power tools. A vibrating cord of horsehair and catgut binds the swaying, eager airship to the ground. This catalytic tension abides. Blithely and condescendingly romantic, it is a still image -- a long exposure, out of focus, selectively.
There is a zeppelin -- mechanical, elegant -- bobbing in place over an inattentive suburban neighborhood and casting shadows on abject, restrained pets and idling power tools. A vibrating cord of horsehair and catgut binds the swaying, eager airship to the ground. This catalytic tension abides. Blithely and condescendingly romantic, it is a still image -- a long exposure, out of focus, selectively.
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