Blind Pony Books: January 2010

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

The Trembling and Unbroken Circle...

The greatest masterpieces created by man are now bound to a freedom from death as they are contained in records, and a child of three may hold weighty spiritual secrets in small hands.

~ Maurice Maeterlinck

Guest entry by the wonderful Woolgathersome.
http://woolgathersome.blogspot.com/

Saturday, January 16, 2010

unreal in the eyes of the dead

I feel more and more as if time did not exist at all, only various spaces interlocking according to the rules of a higher form of stereometry, between which the living and the dead can move back and forth as they like, and the longer I think about it the more it seems to me that we who are still alive are unreal in the eyes of the dead...

Sebald - Austerlitz

Friday, January 1, 2010

a closing of remedies.

Get drunk saying good-bye.

With C&W weepers from the golden age as backdrop.

And featuring a performance by PERFVGIVM.

http://www.perfvgivm.com/

At Observatory: 543 Union Street (at Nevins), Brooklyn, NY 11215

pony credo

An idea of books from a yearning
to counter the all-polluting imagery-machines
with parables of plants and animals
and old stories
of black robbers and white stags.
Fragments on death like mirrors
from a black sleep
in the forests of fairy tales.
All stories from the dust of the dead
in fragments and footnotes
like melodies of heartbreak
and north and night and exploration–breakdowns.
About saints with no promise of heaven
and lost sailors forgotten
and the terribly lonely bears.
The unknown, the ugly – and the odd.
Collected grand mistakes,
noble errors from many sources.
Sinking signals - conscious or not – sonatas and last letters
and great insults.
The impossible tears in landscapes
of ocean or stranded whales.
A going far back to coals
and cruelties and sobbing
like songs in whiskey and blood.
Of soldiers’ last letters and all seven seas.
With pirates and wars and prayers
in holes in the ground.
Of fallen women and orphaned children
and drowned slaves and burned saints.
To make songs from doubt
and books to live by.