SPAIN VS. GOD: THE ENDARKENING: The entirety of Dali’s paintings for The Divine Comedy, here; and for Alice in Wonderland (!), here. These are amazing, by the way–Rattus and I saw some of them in New York, and these web clips really don’t do them justice. The Divine Comedy ones, especially, showed Dali’s ability to work in such a wide range of styles, from Toulouse-Lautrec curvilinearity to watercolor wash to fleshy realism, and deploy each style in service of an... Read more

Blogwatch from the stars,Blogwatch from the stars…Monster Brains: Images of the Harrowing of Hell. (And isn’t this, also, one?–via Amy Welborn.) I’m blogrolling this guy–Sean Collins turned me on to him, and I know that Sean’s linked him in the past, but apparently I’ve become more monstrous in the past few months. (I certainly haven’t become brainier.) What do real thugs (TM) think of The Wire? Via Noli Irritare Leones. I haven’t watched The Wire (dude, it’s in my queue,... Read more

Drama, a Dionysian mode, turned against Dionysus in making the passage from ritual to mimesis, that is, from action to representation.—Camille Paglia’s Farmer’s Miscellany of Wig-Job Pronunciamentos, by which I mean, Sexual Personae. Not that “wig-job” is always a term of disapproval, around these parts. Possibly it’s a job description. Read more

EVERYBODY DID IT!: Plot devices of Agatha Christie novels. Via the Rat, who introduced me to this particular gun moll. Spoilerous like whoa. Read more

WHEREVER YOU GO, THERE YOU ARE: An absolutely lovely t-shirt rendering of the first snow in space. Read more

THE RETROFUTURE IS OURS, COMRADE!: German and Russian paleofutures. Read more

Yes, let us proceed with our education, one and all.—The Breast Read more

As a student, then a professor, my experience of literature was necessarily contaminated by self-consciousness and the burden of verbalization; either I was learning or I was teaching. But that is behind me, like much else; now I am just listening.—The Breast Read more

And I hadn’t even made my suggestion yet about becoming a reader for the department; he was laughing not because of anything ludicrous I had proposed, but because he saw that it was true, I actually had turned into a breast.—The Breast Read more

No, the victim does not subscribe to the wish-fulfillment theory, and I advise you not to, neat and fashionable and delightfully punitive as it may be.Reality is grander than that. Reality has more style. There. For those of you who cannot live without one, a moral to this tale. “Reality has style,” concludes the embittered profesor who became a female breast. Go, you sleek, self-satisfied Houyhnhnms, and moralize on that!—The Breast Read more