Radio Silence

January 31st, 2010


I don’t care if forever never comes, ’cause I’m holding out for that teenage feeling, by and © monkeytime.

The next thing I know, she’s mumbling in Latin

August 17th, 2009


The next thing I know, she’s mumbling in Latin, by and © monkeytime.

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


Alle meine Sinne nun wollen sich in Schlummer senken…, by and © monkeytime.

CORONER

June 24th, 2009


CORONER, by and © monkeytime.

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


Gone Without Corsets & Eyes, by and © monkeytime.

It’s the third anniversary of my Aunt Gail’s death. Even atheist Jews tend to light the memorial candle.

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“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”

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Time does not bring relief; you all have lied

February 26th, 2009


Time does not bring relief; you all have lied, by and © monkeytime.

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.