The next thing I know, she’s mumbling in Latin
August 17th, 2009
Top o’ the monkey to ye!
August 4th, 2009
surprise shoulder monkey, by and © goopymart, reproduction authorized by a Creative Commons license.
San Francisco artist Goopymart is, by all appearances, obsessed with monkeys.* Not for Goopy the feces-tossing variety, however –- his monkeys* are, frequently, the angels of our better nature… and, even when they ape the less-than-ideal aspects of humanity, they are oddly charming. Goopy has a set on Flickr called Monkey Monday, as well as a specialized set dedicated to “Chimples,” whom Goopy declares “the all-purpose monkey.”
Goopy’s not only about monkeys*, mind you. His quirky worldview embraces subjects as diverse as Teh Internets, taco trucks and the revenge of Schrödinger’s Kitty.
* And apes.
“…there is a more splendid thing.”
July 31st, 2009“Because you did not get a snack, do you sulk in such a place?” The latest adventure of Maru the cat may well be one of my favorites.
Sleep
June 26th, 2009
CORONER
June 24th, 2009
O Fish, Where Art Thou?
June 7th, 2009
O Fish, Where Art Thou? by and © monkeytime.
Windage and Elevation
May 31st, 2009
After the Out Breath, by and © monkeytime.
Gone Without Corsets & Eyes
April 14th, 2009
It’s the third anniversary of my Aunt Gail’s death. Even atheist Jews tend to light the memorial candle.
www.flickr.com/photos/brachiator/3101621277/
“Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village.” – Allen Ginsberg, “Kaddish for Naomi Ginsberg”
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
February 26th, 2009
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,—so with his memory they brim
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, "There is no memory of him here!"
And so stand stricken, so remembering him!
– Edna St. Vincent Millay
The anthropologist and photographer Lye Tuck-Po recently posted an essay discussing why she exhibits so many photos of the children of the Batek people of Malaysia, and so few of Batek adults. It’s a touching exploration of loss, frailty, memory and the problematic nature of photography and publicity in traditional culture: "When They Die Young." Her essay set my mood for processing and captioning this image. I think the poem above gets at some of the emotion involved.