Monday, May 16, 2005

Another Harry Partch Bootleg Flushed

The Russian word for sunset, закат (za-Kat), translates roughly to "decline." Beautiful. Axiomatic permutations notwithstanding, and ignoring for the moment certain relevant Bry Ferry Stranded couplets, today's spurning is killing me. The neighborhood's grim tool sheds are bathed in florescence; no birds do sing. They repudiate, too, and this zestless plot is transformed. On a gilded note, I return to the combine. More to follow...

Tom

Happy New Year from the Harz...

Hello Droogs, Happy 2019! I‘m in the Harz region of Germany, enjoying a three-day getaway to cap off an eventful year, one marked by celeb...