Author: Stephen McClurg

I like red peppers and Jan Švankmajer movies. 1. Current Listening: Psychic TV 2. Current Viewing: Vittorio De Seta's Documentary Short Films 3. Current Reading: Michael Tau: Extreme Music: From Silence to Noise and Everything in Between
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There’s gotta be more to life than myself: Recent Listening

Lots of guitar and art rock below, though lots of good uses of electronics, too. Lots of comfort music (in these times). And RIP Art Neville. The Meters are one of THE bands for me. The Muppet Movie Soundtrack, the first record I remember turns 40. Still love it. Black Sabbath (1970)Paranoid (1970)Master of Reality … Continue reading There’s gotta be more to life than myself: Recent Listening

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From the Eunoia Archives: He was not for all ages, but for that one time!

Originally published at Eunoia Solstice in 2013. Though not often, I have written commemorative poems. Composing this way can be stressful, but also inspiring. It connects to ancient traditions, to times when the bard’s song was a monument as important as statuary. The specificity of the audience, rather than the imaginary, amorphous readers that I … Continue reading From the Eunoia Archives: He was not for all ages, but for that one time!

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Our Heart Is Restless: St Augustine’s Confessions

I wrote recently about my initial experiences with The Confessions. Finished sometime around 400 AD, it’s an early version of the memoir, particularly the confessional and spiritual quest genres, though it doesn’t look like the ones published today. If I read it again, I’m going to research current or celebrated translations. If you are a … Continue reading Our Heart Is Restless: St Augustine’s Confessions

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An Artificial Certainty: Stanislaw Lem’s Hospital of the Transfiguration

Andrei Tarkovsky’s Solaris (1971), a sci-fi film full of slow poetry, led me to the author Stanislaw Lem, whose book inspired it. Since I only had the film to go by, I was expecting something similar to Tarkovsky, but Lem is a different experience. More like the feeling after reading The Metamorphosis a few times … Continue reading An Artificial Certainty: Stanislaw Lem’s Hospital of the Transfiguration

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Little Billboards #84

Citrus Smokestacks(found poem–pg. 21 of Eric Schlosser’sFast Food Nation) The town out on the edge nicknamed “Citrus Smokestacks”had just sixty inhabitants. It was the last stop.Tourists and migrants jammed cheap motels.A local motorcycle club, “Airborne Angels,”celebrated families and small children and Marlon Brando. They supplied a new yin and yang. The Hunterwrote of shoplifting culture. … Continue reading Little Billboards #84