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Wednesday, April 05, 2017
Tuesday, April 04, 2017
Poem: The Painting (with illustration)
Poem by Jack Brummet,
Illustration by Jack Brummet
The figure you brushed in,
Stuck under static skies,
Wants off the canvas.
He will not be your Man With Blue Banjo anymore.
He wants to be what he will be,
Not sailing scumbled seas
Under impasto thunderheads.
He is tired of the dark sun
And wants to lie down and rest.
No news comes from a far country.
The real estate around him —
A confabulation of blue and red stone —
Chills in an un-harbored sea.
The black sun was pushed, fell, or jumped,
To shine back upon itself.
He knows the sun will never set.
He cannot open his mouth to scream.
The oars will never move.
The island of color
Will always be eight inches away
And the boat
Will always be sinking.
The tattered sails hang in the wind.
The next day refuses to begin.
He clutches the blue banjo
As the ship tilts toward heaven.
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Illustration by Jack Brummet
Stuck under static skies,
Wants off the canvas.
He will not be your Man With Blue Banjo anymore.
He wants to be what he will be,
Not sailing scumbled seas
Under impasto thunderheads.
He is tired of the dark sun
And wants to lie down and rest.
No news comes from a far country.
The real estate around him —
A confabulation of blue and red stone —
Chills in an un-harbored sea.
The black sun was pushed, fell, or jumped,
To shine back upon itself.
He knows the sun will never set.
He cannot open his mouth to scream.
The oars will never move.
The island of color
Will always be eight inches away
And the boat
Will always be sinking.
The tattered sails hang in the wind.
The next day refuses to begin.
He clutches the blue banjo
As the ship tilts toward heaven.
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Seattle's massive tunneling machine, Bertha, breaks through the wall
The (formerly) world's largest tunnel-drill machine Bertha broke through its final rock just before 11:30 a.m. today (after years of delays).
From The Seattle Times:
Bertha began tunneling on July 30, 2013. It’s expected to finish on April 4. That’s about 1,345 days, or about 32,280 hours. The machine traveled about 9,270 feet (1.755682 miles) over that period, which puts its speed at about 0.00005438915 mph.
For comparison, garden snails travel at a rate of speed more than 10 times faster (0.000621371 mph or 1 meter/hour), according to a British researcher.
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Monday, April 03, 2017
Drawing: Faces No. 1928—The Sasquatch awake from hibernation
By Jack Brummet
Northwest Sasquatch awake from hibernation around the same time the cherry trees begin to blossom.
Northwest Sasquatch awake from hibernation around the same time the cherry trees begin to blossom.
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Bob Dylan raps on a 1986 track by Kurtis Blow
"Danny [Lanois] asked me who I’d been listening to recently, and I told him Ice-T. He was surprised, but he shouldn’t have been. A few years earlier, Kurtis Blow, a rapper from Brooklyn who had a hit out called “The Breaks,” had asked me to be on one of his records and he familiarized me with that stuff, Ice-T, Public Enemy, N.W.A., Run-D.M.C. These guys definitely weren’t standing around bullshitting. They were beating drums, tearing it up, hurling horses over cliffs. They were all poets and they knew what was going on." — Bob Dylan, in his biography Chronicles, Volume 1As Dangerous Minds wrote, "It’s not terrible by any stretch but it is surely slight; the tracks true virtues all flow from Blow."
You can hear Dylan (sort of) rapping at the beginning of the song, and at 6:12.
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Sunday, April 02, 2017
Saturday, April 01, 2017
Friday, March 31, 2017
Thursday, March 30, 2017
U.S. Marine Corps women's boot camp, 1943
By Jack Brummet
This is a photo of my mom, Betty, in Marine Corps boot camp in 1943. She's in the top row, fourth from the left. On her right is her friend Loa (she named my sister after her).
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