bodyline

where's the beamer?



yorking it



to combat bradman



the brits threw



at the body

“We envision an age where we can watch and indulge in the beauty and awareness of a scene, an Aztec scene, a display of concentration and an exhibition of the bodies of men and women moving. We watch their arms and legs, we watch the control of the muscles of those limbs, we watch it for free, we see an art, we do not have to be Americans to salute this art. Whatever is brutish becomes sublime, whatever is strength becomes defined as strength in a pure display of the talent, as DeBusschere said to us, that is everybody’s talent in their own right. We watch the beautiful bodies of men moving up and down the court, we get turned on by them, moving. We watch them sit down and stretch out legs that could be embracing us, in love. But we watch their talent, it makes us feel ours. We are mesmerized by the sight of the bodies. A culture Western culture is not aware of. There is a grace in the men and women who play. A hedonism that turns into a sort of mysticism.” (Waldman & Mayer)

oaktober

maybe next year . . .



















ruth benedict 1934: rivalry is notoriously wasteful

















it ranks low in the scale of human values















it is a tyranny from which















once encouraged in any culture















no man may free himself


































ineluctably is a great word

















scrapper might be a plugin, or scraper

people come from somewhere

some mumble of closers i think, in beards

some unearned runs also . . . . alphabets

clown colors follow me to towns

someone's lonely isn't that

people drop their math on me


















some dreams ineluctably like

dog and its food are someone's every

gun you will have will rust

license & duty on behalf of in-

tangible (absent) stakeholders

bleed it emerald, navy, then wash it

thus, making of it

a conceptual hog

Fosse's Ripped

Fosse can hold his own.


Just don't cross his plate.



Or look at him cross-eyed.

this man is clickable