http://blogcritics.org/ A sinister cabal of superior bloggers on music, books, film, popular culture, politics, and technology - updated continuously. en Copyright 2002-2006 by the authors Mon, 7 Mar 2005 06:41:10 EST http://backend.userland.com/rss Blogcritics.org custom software http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/02/24/031610.php#comment-125925 Hi Lono (and others), From this article I understood that you are a great fan of Charles Bukowski. Because of that, I thought you might also be interested in the Bach-Bukowski project (concerts and cd) by Willem van Ekeren (Holland). Bach-Bukowski is an extraordinary mixture of singing and piano. Thirteen of the poems of Bukowski's ˜The last night of the earth poems' are woven together with 13 parts of the ˜Well-tempered Clavier' of Bach. The lyrics are sung blues/jazz style in combination with authentic Bach music on the piano. On our website you can find more information and audiofragments. It is also possible to order the cd. www.bach-bukowski.nl/en Thought you might want to know! Best regards, Marguerite van de Poll Pearl Productions spark@bach-bukowski.nl tel: +3170-3639873 www.bach-bukowski.nl/en ]]> 125925@blogcritics.org Mon, 7 Mar 2005 06:41:10 EST http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/02/24/031610.php#comment-122336 Hi, these comments were made by my girlfriend, a short while ago . . . from a womens point of view.. very eloquent, too bad she hates me 90% of the time . . . Why? why did I like hunter? Because I finally found someone who saw this world, and especially america, with similar non-rose colored glasses (rifle-range glasses, maybe?), sort of like how i see it: as a vile and evil place where only the most finely-tuned in intelligence are smart enough to be ultra-paranoid, not eat up the constant stream of crap/hype, etc., yet be strong enough not to collapse under the hideous pressure. To make wit of it, even. Hell, at this point in time you would have to be a pretty stupid individual to trust an american (or a man). And yet, there was always that HOPE, that hope that just maybe one day, some way, something/someone surely would rise above the stench and make it all better. Oh well . . . Because I finally found a man that could possibly be better at being a man than I. Because I found a man that could possibly drink me under the table. Because I liked his sense of style. Yet I hated his sexism, for it seems that he never really could get past that. Like most common men, while he could wholly embrace his "fellow brothers" from other, less fortunate races, he never could see the light when it came to the female of this gawd forsaken and perpetually doomed species. Such a shame, really. And I hated his violence, love of guns, love of hunting, love of all things male or with a motor. Yet I loved his writing, and I actually read it. And I could get lost in it and not feel like I was the only creature alive who had such an urgent and constant need to shun what we are supposed to believe is "authority." To question. To ask more questions. And then some more. To doubt. And to find a belief system through the doubting. I loved the fast paced bravado, the no-holds-barred fearless use of language. Stating what everyone was really thinking but no one had the balls to say (or write). He appealed to the outlaw/renigade in me, and apparently I wound up with a huge dose of that in my character. Amen. ]]> 122336@blogcritics.org Thu, 24 Feb 2005 19:49:19 EST