Daddy Longlegs.

Official/Unofficial Posters.

{Remember THIS? Well anyway, the SAME PEOPLE are getting ready to release THIS into the world. The small world. New job, new people, good people, one of whom is dating one of the guys behind Daddy Long Legs. Previously Go Get The Rosemary. Anyway, this is supposed to be out sooner than later I think, and the DVD of The Pleasure of Being Robbed, is supposed to be out soon too. Will keep you posted on them both, I'm sure}

EDIT: Apparently, it will be screening at the BAM Cinematek on January 28th, 2010 at 7pm.

{If you're in New York...}

{If you're in LA...}

{VIII}

"William, be a love, don't put your shoes on the bedspread, the damn thing costs four bucks to dry clean."

"More feet rubbing" William says. (Mark down the day, a Thursday, on which it is established I can tell William what not to do: the future is all before us.)

"And straighten out your towel on the towel rack," I say.
"If I remember," says William, "I will."
"Try to remember, William," I say, "that a scrumppled towel cannot dry, and William, why do you lie down instead of sitting up when you're writing?"
"Because, Lucinella, we don't have a chair," William says.
"That' true," I say.

Next day the bell rings.

Outside my door is a man with a chair upholstered in turquoise crap with tulips, quilted in gilt thread.

"You have the wrong address!' I scream, but he shows me the label:

To:
Lucinella,
New York.
I love you,
William.

"William, could you imagine that for some people an ugly object can cause physical distress, like a bad smell?"
"Yes," Says William. William has a good imagination. We lie on the couch together and I tell him my theory that kitsch is visited upon our generation because of Adam's second disobedience in swallowing the core of that apple, though god knows god did his damndest to keep us from the knowledge that his secret name is I AM NOT and the corollary nonexistence of our souls exemplified in the stupidity of the proportions, the dishonesty of shape, and the venal color and fabric of this kind of furniture, so would William please put away the chair in that corner when it's not in use?

"Okay," says William,

Why doesn't he mind? Next day I take the bus downtown to buy myself a leather belt, and put it on under my blouse. I take the elevator to to the furniture department - my chair is still here. I ride down to stationary. There's this poem I'm going to write, for which I need a brand new notebook. At home I find the right white folder to put it in. Surprise!

I go to the bathroom and find William's towel scrumpled on the towel rack. I make my first notch on my belt for straightening it out without a word, and a second one, next day, because I keep my mouth shut about the chaos in his papers. I'm surprised when my mouth opens and hollers, "Why is that chair not put back in the corner?"

"Because I am sitting in it!" William shouts.

When our eyes retract into their sockets and the floor stops heaving, it has been established: William and I can yell at one another. (This is Saturday).

Sunday.
"Lucinella, where's the chair?"
"I put it in the closet. William, can you imagine walking around all day with an ugly object continually in your peripheral vision? Will?"
"What?"
"How come you don't mind me nagging you?"
"Mind!" Says William. "I hate it!" He unbuttons his shirt and shows me his leather belt. Two notches Thursday. One, when I nagged him to straighten out his towel in the bathroom, and one to please put the chair back in the corner. Four Friday: one chair in the corner, one shoes on the bedspread, and two scrumpled towels. Saturday _

"Hold everything!" I cry, and show him my notches for the times I kept quiet. "William? I've often wondered why you don't straighten out your towel on the towel rack?"
"Never occurs to me," he says.
"You think he you ever will straighten it?"
"Probably not," William says. "Lucinella," he says, "will you marry me?"

{From Lucinella, a novella by Lore Segal}

TLFD / 12.07.09

THESE LAST FEW DAYS

[Aforementioned new credit-where-due posts}

Sheepsbay Sailing.

Home Page - A Video Music Series -- Episode 1 from Champagne Soda on Vimeo.

{As if I don't talk about THIS DUDE enough. Anyway, Michael Murphy spent some time filming a few songs and taking a tour of his old neighborhood with HOME PAGE this summer. Home Page is a new website featuring interviews and live performances with different bands and musicians, and SAIL BY NIGHT was the first out the gate. Watch the video above, and ask Mike to play some shows, and send you some songs}

In The Woods, Where We Creep.

{To be honest, it's been a good long while since THE SELBY has had anything, or any place, I've been that taken with. Impressed is the wrong word. The first ten or so spaces were so great, and then, for me, not so much. Anyway, that was until I checked today, and saw THIS RECENT UPDATE, at DAN MARTENSEN and Shannon Click's Upstate converted barn/wild house. If I remember rightly, he had a great spread featuring his photography, and the same house/girlfriend an issue back in HOBO MAGAZINE too}

Crabfat.

{I'm sorry for the radio silence. Been in the south with no internet other than my phone. That said, I have had plenty of time and a camera. So expect more over the next few days. New regular post idea coming up too. My way of combatting the lack of credit given sometimes on here. A way if sharing what else is out there on any given day. I'm not secretive; neither am I a leech. I just have a tendency to hoard and forget. Hence the roman numeral posts actually started out life as Dont Ask Me Because I Probably Dont Even Know's}

Houston, November.

{There is an amazing Cy Twombly gallery tucked away amongst the rest of the Menil Gallery in the middle of a residential neighborhood here in Houston. Spent an hour or so there the day before Thanksgiving}

LVIII

{Black & White Holiday Mega-Post}