“It is difficult to produce a television documentary that is both incisive and probing when every twelve minutes one is interrupted by twelve dancing rabbits singing about toilet paper.” – Rod Serling

by Ernie on 16/10/06 at 8:00 am

“‘Here’s to the winners,’ Frank Sinatra used to sing, belting out Joe Raposo’s lyrics as only a winner can. ‘Here’s to the winners all of us can be.’ Right, and if you believe that, have I got a bridge for you. One of the truths of human existence is that, to one degree or another, all of us are born losers — in the end, of course, everyone loses, even Michael Jordan and Donald Trump — and that coming to terms with disappointment, accepting the inevitability of it, is one of life’s inescapable challenges. Kris Kristofferson, not Raposo, got it right: ‘Nobody wins.’ This may be a core truth, but it’s usually ignored or scanted by historians and social scientists, for whom triumph is an irresistible story and who tend to write about losers only when they go down in spectacular flames: Napoleon at Waterloo, Hitler in the bunker, Sonny Liston flat on the mat. Yet though the losses and setbacks with which most of us are familiar rarely are dramatic, they are intensely human and have a lot to say about us as individuals and about the society in which we live. They are stories that deserve to be told.”
– Scott A. Sandage

Episode
Irving Feldman
Their quarrel sent them reeling from the house.
Anything, just get on the road and get away.
Driven out, they drove . . . miles into countryside,
confined and bickering, then cold, polite;
she read a book, or looked out at hillside pastures;
once, faraway life came close, and they stopped
in mist for muddy, slow cows at a crossing,
then, tilted, shuddering, a tractor came across;
coldly silent other hours of trees after trees
interspersed with straggling villages — then hot;
her voice pulsing, tempestuous, against the dash,
buffeted, blew up; then slammed her hand down, hard.
“You let it happen — you know you did.
And you make me the bad one — all the time!
I won’t stand for it another second.” And then,
irrationally, “Look at me, I’m talking to you!”
What half-faced her was mulish, scolded sullenness
– who gripped the wheel and to scare her drove faster,
scaring himself; he felt out of control, dangerous.
Downhill, the road darkened, dropped out of sight.
At the bottom, racing toward them, three lights,
and trees . . . . Remember this, remember this,
she thought, the last thing I will ever see.
Diner, tavern, café, whatever it was.
The car spun suddenly into the parking lot.
She grabbed at the key, threw it out. Shaken, they sat
– while their momentum went on raging down the road.
They knew they might have been killed — by each other,
had someone been up to just one more dare.

A reader sends in “top five writers who have killed people:”
1. Anne Perry (real name: Juliet Hulme, helped murder her friend’s mother; see the movie Heavenly Creatures)
2. John Gardner (accidentally killed his brother with some farm equipment)
3. Mary Lamb (killed her mother with a knife while insane)
4. Louis Althusser (strangled his wife while likely in a psychotic state)
5. William S. Burroughs (accidentally shot and killed his wife while drunk and playing William Tell game)

A reader writes in on his costume for this Halloween:
“Geico Cavemen.”
Another:

My 4-year-old niece has decided she will be Violet Parr (from The Incredibles). Which means her moms are Mr. and Mrs. Incredible, and my partner and I are Frozone and Edna Mode, respectively. She has recruited a 2-year-old friend of hers to be Dash, and declared that his parents will be Syndrome and another Edna (she likes Edna.) Her baby doll will be Jack Jack. How a 4-year-old got to be in charge of such a retinue is a question one might fairly ask, but there it is.

Read the new issue of the Contemporary Poetry Review:
Maria Johnston reads the Irish poet Caitríona O’Reilly
James Rother gives us his Thumbnailer’s Guide to the Galaxy
Ernest Hilbert interviews the American poet Franz Wright
Jan Schreiber discusses the Functions of Poetry
James Wilson reads a poem by Yvor Winters

Less than 40 percent of books sold in America are sold by independent bookstores. But “genre stores, specializing in literature ranging from fantasy to religion, have bucked this trend by catering to inveterate and demanding readers. Booksellers in southern California, New York, Minneapolis and elsewhere are finding ways to be profitable by targeting specific markets”:

Even as 200 to 300 independent bookstores close a year, the number of independent book stores opening is creeping up. “For a long time, from 1992 to 2002, you literally could count on two hands the number of openings. In the last three years there are 60, 70, 80 stores opening”:

Off-the-beaten-path tourist ideas for the E-Verser visiting New York from Ireland:
A weirdly magical experience may be had by wandering the canyons of Wall Street late at night. Bereft of human traffic, the streets occupied only by wisps of mist rising from manholes where the city breathes. The twisted geometry of the districts highways and byways eventually may lead you to the Pearl Dinner, open to Hopper like denizens hunched over their wee hour dreams.
Another:
One great thing about the Bowery Poetry Club (www.bowerypoetry.com) is that if you don’t like what you’re seeing something else will be on on very soon. Taylor Mead’s 6:30pm Friday shows are guaranteed, and, as Rosanna Rosannadanna mused, \’There’s always something.‘”
Another:

The Lower East Side Tenement Museum is a great way to learn about NYC history. The only Louis Sullivan building in NYC is at the top of Crosby St at Bleecker. It was recently restored and is one of the most beautiful buildings I’ve ever seen. For the best bagel and schmear on the planet, go to Russ and Daughters on Houston St near 2nd Ave. They have an selection of smoked fish to die for, and will give you samples if you ask nicely. My favorite is the smoked sturgeon, but they have at least six different types of lox, smoked bluefish, smoked whitefish, smoked tuna, and lots of other deliciousness. See Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind at the KGB Bar on 4th St between 2nd Ave and the Bowery. 30 plays in 60 minutes http://www.nyneofuturists.org/showinformation.html.
Another:
I’d suggest going to the Nuyorican Poets Cafe: 236 East 3rd ST (between Aves B & C), New York, NY 10009, www.nuyorican.org/
Another:
“Go to the Queens Museum to see the scale model of the entire city. Pretend you’re Robert Moses or Ratner and scream demonically, ‘Mine! Mine! Mine!’”
Another:
Top 10 out of the way tourista adventures (too many for just 5!)

1. The Cloisters, amazing medieval collections
2. Walk across Brooklyn Bridge, do it at sunset!
3. Brooklyn Museum & Botanic Garden (their Bonsai collection is world famous)
4. Raw Bar at Grand Central (verrrrrry NYC)
5. Rainbow Room, again verrrrrrrryyyyyy nyc
6. Coney Island, yeah it will be closed but so what?
7. Temple of Dendur at Metropolitan Museum, amazing room
8. The Morgan Library, Piano wing is lovely
9. The Frick Museum, Ahhhh Vermeers, Whistlers and Rembrandts in a home setting, my very favorite place
10. The Blue Note, need I say more?

A reader on last week’s cider recipe:
“The cider recipe is good. But skip the muslin, and stick your cinnamon sticks and whole cloves into a nice whole orange, which should be covered by the cooking, bubbling elixir. Dark rum to taste.”
Another:
“You forgot the Whiskey in the Hot Cider recipe.”

Pamuk wins Nobel literature prize:
[I hope you all got your bets in. - E]

A reader with two more books that “sound dirty but aren’t”:
Brothers Grimm and The Iceman Cometh, Eugene O’Neill.”

A reader sends in top five horror movies:
1. Cabinet of Dr. Caligari
2. Texas Chainsaw Massacre (first and no other)
3. Psycho
4. Fly (Cronenberg)
5. Exorcist
Another:
“Here are the five f**ing scariest movies I’ve ever seen.”
1. Eraserhead
2. Ringu (Japanese version of The Ring)
3. A Nightmare on Elm Street
4. Psycho
5. Jaws (probably the horror movie with the greatest impact: there are a lot more people out there who refuse to swim in the ocean because of this movie, than there are people who refuse to take a shower or are afraid of nightmares.

A reader sends in a list of SPAM-originating names to use in your next novel:
Sextus Musgrave
Sebestye Bloch
Weldon Ladner
Pankraz Chapa
Hunter Snider
Olumide Iorio
Amets Glancy
Lourdes Birnbaum
Cal Scheckler
Cory McDow
Ellar Casson
Caspar Albert
Jemima Crase
Reggie Baird
Zusman Papa
Eutropio Heyne
Jerri Cameron
Hallie Hays
Byron Harvey
Belinda Bond
Merfyn Nason
Paulino Hafer
Candice Cates
Luvinia Bitterman
Ella Miranda
Jackie Pacheco
Lori Chapman
Joshua Walden
Edwina Corbin
Jayma Papp
Wynter Mey
Christopher Naquin
Luisa Gipson
Mack Frazier
Jeremiah Elsworth
Velma Miner
Severino Keim
Menorah J. Vesalius
Oliver Chacon
Darnell Lindsey
Fran Easley
Stephen Vasquez
Loren Duncan
Jannicke Lydick
Alba Richmond
Loreen Blumenthal
Patrizia Divis
Bertie Moyer
[I expect to see some of these in short stories, at least, in the coming years. - E]

Bonus quote:
“I think there should be irony and culture in poetry.” – Daniel Nester

An E-Verser announces:
Please come see the first-ever English reading of work by Free Theater, a collective of playwrights, actors and directors in Belarus, read by LAByrinth Theater Company, Naked Angels, Paul Willis and Tinderbox Theater. The work is adventurous, funny and passionate, and the artists onstage are great.
Each New York ensemble will present excerpts of one of Free Theater’s plays. Ranging from stories of blackmarket denim to unofficial disappearances, from overheard conversations to surreal and hilarious dreamscapes, Free Theater’s work is transformative on a whole lot of levels. The night will run about 90 minutes, and you can also find out more about Free Theater. Speechifying will be kept minimal. This is a chance to see what our colleagues are making in a country where creating theater can get you imprisoned, blacklisted, and blackmailed.
The reading is October 16, at 7PM, part of Culture Project’s IMPACT festival. Details are below.
The plays you’ll see include:
We.Belliwood, by Pavel Priazhko, Konstantin Steshik, and Pavel Rassolko, read by members of LAByrinth Theater Company, directed by Michele Chivu;
Generation Jeans, by Nikolai Khalezin, presented by Naked Angels, directed by Johanna Mckeon; They Saw Dreams, by Natalia Kolada, directed by Paul Willis; Sky/Nikita Mitskevich, by Andrei Kurei, presented by Tinderbox Theater, directed by Cynthia Croot.
New York – Belarus: A Night of Free Theater
Presented by Culture Project / IMPACT
Co-Produced by Aaron Landsman
Monday October 16, at 7:00 PM
Free (tax-deductible donations for Free Theater are accepted)
Baruch Performing Arts Center’s Nagelberg Theater
55 Lexington Avenue, at 25th Street
LAByrinth Theater Company: http://www.labtheater.org
Naked Angels: http://www.nakedangels.org
Tinderbox Theater/Cynthia Croot: http://www.cynthiacroot.com
Aaron Landsman: http://www.thinaar.com

A reader writes in with a question:
I came across a phrase, Googled it, and found the references, but still don’t grok a nest of salt. It sounds like a pottery term. Can you get somebody to open my eyes?

John Palattella on the legacy of Allen Ginsberg, in BookForum:

Make Caramel Apples:
Ingredients:
6 apples
1 (14 ounce) package individually wrapped caramels, unwrapped
2 tablespoons milk
Directions:
1. Remove the stem from each apple and press a craft stick into the top. Butter a baking sheet.
2. Place caramels and milk in a microwave safe bowl, and microwave 2 minutes, stirring once. Allow to cool briefly.
3. Roll each apple quickly in caramel sauce until well coated. Place on prepared sheet to set.
[Add razor blade . . . -E]

Bonus quote:
“So we keep the big book on the end table, the piano in the living room, a high-school class in French, and perhaps a class in poetry. With the true relics our desire has outlived our need. But with the poetry nobody knows how to read as with the piano nobody knows how to play, our need has outlived our desire.” – Miller Williams
Read more at www.poems.com

“What’s beautiful in science is what’s beautiful in Beethoven. There’s a fog of events, and suddenly you see a connection”:

Susan Sontag would not have liked Annie Leibovitz’s photos of her. “Well, you could never publish them while she was alive. But she’s dead”:

A UK-led team challenges ideas on Greek mythology by proposing a new site for Ithaca, home to Odysseus.

Dinosaurs attack! It’s hard to believe they marketed this to children:

A reader writes in on last week’s subject quote from Preston Merchant, “I’m all for liberalism and social justice, but I draw the line at bad poetry”:
“Savor the rhythms of Preston’s sentence — how the comma creates two divisions: the first anapestic half echoing the noisy yet ineffectual character of those abstractions (liberalism, social justice), and the second line (with the reasonable pun) thumping out irregular but resonant iambic pentameter.”

Unbelievable But Real Film Title of the Week:
Psycho Vet Meets Hercules (1993)

Cheap Homemade Halloween Costumes:

Invaluable Fact of the Week:
A cow’s only sweat glands are in its nose.

This week’s town you really have to visit:
Ogle, Kentucky

History of Halloween:

E-Verse collective noun of the week:
A congregation of plovers

Top Fifty Horror Films:

A reader on the federally-mandated weeks for October:
“Sarcastic awareness month? Yeah, right.”

Okay, if it’s chilly enough, start mulling some wine:
1. Any red wine will do, but you don’t have to spend much money, after all you’re going to alter the taste considerably. Try a wine from Portugal, Spain, Hungary Italy, or Chile. The one thing they typically have in common is a deep full fruit flavor and lots of rustic structure – perfect for mulling.
Try your favorite red or,
* Portugal’s Caves Alianca Bairrada Reserva $9.40 (R/D/G)
* Spain’s Gandia Winery – Merlot $10.98 (R/D/G)
* Italy’s Lungarotti – Cabernet Sauvignon $12.74 (R/D/PW)
* Hungary’s Szekszardi Voros $8.16 (R/D/G)
2. Never let the wine boil. If it’s boiled it’s spoiled. The flavor of the wine/spice combination will deteriorate if the mixture reaches the boiling point, so keep an eye on the stove. Actually, microwaving mulled wine by the glass or mug full is a better choice. The microwave process concentrates the flavor elements that can dissipate when mulled wine is made on the stove in an open-mouthed pot, back into the drink. I usually find that one-minute on high heat works best but get there in 20-second increments to ensure the mulled wine doesn’t reach the boiling point.
3. Sugar in included in my ingredients list, because some find that added sugar soothes the tangy flavor the mulled wine can express after being warmed up. Some prefer diluting the mulled wine with herbal or citrus tea. Tea (especially citrus or herbal oriented varieties) not only softens the flavor but it adds subtle elements that the mulled wine doesn’t have on its own. If tea or sugar isn’t to your liking try balancing the flavor by adding a little water to the blend before pouring.
4. One last thing. Since it’s the holidays a candy cane as a garnish not only adds a nice peppermint flavor to the mulled wine, it looks terrific and really evokes the liquid personality of the season.
A Modern yet Traditional Mulled Wine Recipe:

2 lemons
2 oranges
1 – 750 ml bottle of medium, to full, bodied red wine Nutmeg (to taste)
Cloves (to taste)
1 oz brandy or Cognac (or to taste)
1 cup (250 ml) granulated sugar (optional)
Herbal or citrus influenced tea (optional but excellent)
Water (optional softener instead of tea)
4 large cinnamon sticks
4 candy canes

Instructions for making four large portions
Cut lemons and oranges into slices.
Pour the red wine into saucepan and gradually heat.
Add fruit slices, nutmeg, cloves and brandy.
Keep an eye on the mixture and wait until it becomes hot to the touch.
At this point you could blend in sugar or water (if desired).
Pour into glasses/mugs and add tea (to taste).
Garnish with cinnamon stick and candy cane.

Serve to shivering, greatly appreciative friends and family.

As mentioned earlier, premixing the ingredients and microwaving it by the glass/mug full is just as easy.
If you’re keen on a holiday oriented drink that isn’t served warm why not try Ginger Wine. It has roots planted firmly in the Victorian Era and has a wonderful ginger essence that is as tasty as it is familiar.

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