Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Almost Living by Mo Watson


Almost Living


In the beginning of the 21st
century I was living -
barely living -
about 20 minutes away from
Cleveland,
Ohio
I will not reveal the name of the town
All I will say is that
it was like living in something
that Cleveland, Ohio had thrown up
after a long day and night working
a double shift in
in seedy bar.
I lived in an apartment complex at
the bottom of a freeway ramp.
Across the hall from my apartment there
lived a
friendly dwarf...
at least
I thought he was a
dwarf
and
friendly.

From Mo Watson's unpublished dream journal sometimes referred to as: I Know a Guy Who Had a Dream About a Tiger Taking a Shit on His Chest

My Slow Cousin Writes by Mo Watson



My Slow Cousin writes:

I like to draw
I have since I was 7
years of.
Ago

*

There is
nothing like
having fun
in the rain

*

Oscar (The Cat) is just looking at something
I no they can see things we don't see.
like a ghost.
No I hope its not that


From the unpublished book Missives From My Slow Cousin by Mo Watson.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

More Musings From Mo Watson


Cubicle Thoughts


For me, it is not a
Rat Race.
It's more like a ponderously dull
wander through a
Rat Maze.


Taken From Mo Watson's Book, I Have Seen the Enemy and He is That Guy Over There in the Stupid Tie. Published by Incorporated Crank Press...in 2011.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Painstakingly Made Surrealism: Le Nez (1963)

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Here is a short, French film based upon a story ("The Nose") by Nikolai Gogol about a man's nose that suddenly decides to leave the man's face and find a new life in a nearby town. The animators used pinscreen animation to bring the surreal tale to life.

I can remember when Spencers Gifts sold small boards of pins. One could press their faces and hands and other body parts if one wished into one side of the board. The other side of the board would show the "impression in pins" of the pressed body part or whatever else one pressed against it. This novelty item was based on this animation technique.

The amount of time the animators spent making this short has got to be mind-boggling.


Tuesday, June 5, 2012

I Like My Coffee Black...Like My Comedy.


I don't know about you but nothing brightens my day more than creating depressing (and perverse) greeting cards. Feel free to share!



someecards.com - Hello? Mrs. Jones? This is not a sales call. We are just calling to let you know that there is no God. Thanks and have a wondrous day!
someecards.com - Life is easier on LSD.
someecards.com - What would Kafka do?
someecards.com - I found a box of dreams under my bed. They smell kinda rotten.
someecards.com - Well, we purchased the hot tub and had the baby. When does the happiness begin?
someecards.com - The box is empty...not unlike my life.
someecards.com - 8 out of 10 business majors have tasted human flesh.
someecards.com - Tuberculosis is atrocious. Wow. I made a rhyme!
someecards.com - My wife is a hoot when she mixes her seconals with wine.
someecards.com - Coprophagia? Is that some kind of skin disorder?
someecards.com - I prefer the term
someecards.com - Math is for assholes.
someecards.com - Most men lead lives of quiet desperation... -Henry David Thoreau

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Søren Kierkegaard's Dark Alley

I've noticed that many quotations from Søren Kierkegaard sound like lines from some of the finer hard-boiled, pulp fiction published in the 1950s.


I see it all perfectly; there are two possible situations - one can either do this or that. My honest opinion and my friendly advice is this: do it or do not do it - you will regret both.



Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth - look at the dying man's struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.

The gods were bored; therefore they created human beings.


There are, as is known, insects that die in the moment of fertilization. So it is with all joy: life's highest, most splendid moment of enjoyment is accompanied by death.












Wednesday, May 30, 2012

The Music For The Freak Out

Here are two fine tunes from the Golden Age of Hippie Exploitation Cinema.

The Glass Bottle performs this track from the film, The People Next Door. The film presents a tripped out tale of young hippies freaking out and their suburban parents who must deal with the freaking.



A soundtrack record was released and it is not as hard to find as you might expect. I found one a few years ago and I barely leave the house.

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The song used to highlight the moves of Meg Foster in the film Thumb Tripping has (as far as I know) never been released on LP or CD. The film like the preceding one remains unavailable on DVD. This film captures the youth of the late 60's at a little older age than The People Next Door. Two youths using their thumbs to meander across the USA...




The music was written by Bob Thompson. He is known (well, to me at least) as the fellow who composed music that would be the soundtrack to some one wandering about on a giant marshmallow while zonked to the gills on painkillers and vodka cocktails:



The lyrics to the tune were written by Jerry Fuller. I'm guessing this is the same Jerry Fuller who wrote the song, Traveling Man, that Ricky Nelson took to the top of the charts. A quick look at Fuller's bio tells me it must be the same fellow. It looks like he is a person who likes to keep busy.

Beyond the tunes, though, there is Bruce Dern:



And that should sober you up real quick!