November 2009 Archives
... or listen here to words of gratitude.
So many immortals are buried at the Cimetière du Père-Lachaise in Paris -- Balzac, Molière, Oscar Wilde, Proust, Max Ernst, for starters -- that the witty artist Arman must rank among them as a mere mortal. But his stylish, minimalist headstone has the best epitaph of all of them. I saw it while hiking with a map through the vast, wooded burial ground looking for Chopin's gravesite. A large crowd surrounded the composer's tomb, snapping what must have been hundreds of pictures. Nobody that I saw noticed Arman's nearby ... much less stooped to take a photo. Their loss.
I didn't want to post this item, especially because I have no interest in writing anything that might be misconstrued as a defense of Goldman Sachs. But has anybody besides my staff of thousands -- Bill Osborne, to be precise -- noticed that Matt Taibbi's description of Goldman Sachs as "a great vampire squid wrapped around the face of humanity, relentlessly jamming its blood funnel into anything that smells like money," bears a peculiar resemblance to this cartoon? (It's from Der Stürmer.)
Dave Teeuwen's Interview with Graham Masterton on William S. Burroughs is a gem -- every last word of it -- and especially the remark that Burroughs said "he felt as if he had never lived the life he was supposed to live, and that somehow he had ended up as an outsider on the edge of his own existence." It drills down to the heart and soul of the man.
