Ordinary language is all right.
One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.
Of course, I can't think of any way to run such a journal (obviously I would have to run it myself) other than despotically.
I wonder how I find out what's required to start a journal.
I wonder why I can't shake the idea of starting one.
I forgot about the Clipse record on my list. Unfortunately it's too late to return the jackets.
I have been, to my excitement, making a great deal of headway in A Thousand Plateaus. So I had thought to periodically follow up (however lamely) some of Deleuze and Guattari's ten million sources by posting the appropriate links here. But today, I can do nothing more than quote this remarkable sentence from page 377 (still in the 'Treatise on Nomadology'). I submit it for your careful contemplation today.
'Thought is like the Vampire; it has no image, either to constitute a model of or to copy.'
I have already begun shopping for a tweed jacket and a leather jacket so that I can dress in the style befitting my elevated musical tastes. And also ruin two perfectly good jackets.
These are the records I have listened to in the past short week. (I think people should adapt historians' terms like 'short century' and 'long century' for everyday use.)
The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan
Glenn Gould - J.S. Bach - Goldberg Variations (1955)
Herbert - Around the House
Takacs Quartet - Bela Bartok - String Quartets 5 and 6
Miles Davis - In a Silent Way
Thelonious Monk - Live at the Jazz Workshop
John Fahey - Death Chants, Breakdowns and Military Waltzes
If not for a handful of others I could truthfully say that these are the only records I've listened to for more than a long week or two.
And also foul.
Is every classical music performer ever except Glenn Gould a big fucking pussy? Wait, don't answer that.
My, so belligerent this week.
And I am well aware that the way I noted the instruments is standard. And yet.