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.charity.

Now I know the things I know, and I do the things I do, and if you do not like me so, to hell, my lo

About Me


Take a wild guess.

My Interests

sunset, twilight, the gloaming, midnight, the witching hour, dawn, sunrise, sunshine, cat naps, dog days, bad ideas, backgammon, barflies, bourbon, borges, bowles, bukowski, bitchin camaros, bottle blonds, barn burners, buttermilk biscuits, bass guitar, banging beats, black humor, bad breaks, blue periods, and belly laughs.

I'd like to meet:


You, you sex god and/or goddess. You rock star. You charming brilliant clever thing, you. I want to meet you.

Music:

Metal riffs and heavy basslines. Humor, but also dark self-indulgence. Melodies that make me stare off into space and dream. Songs that tell stories. Songs that make you hope whoever wrote them writes fiction, too. Rhymes that make me laugh out loud, they're so dope. Unpretentious loud-as-hell headbanging rockandroll. Anything that makes me want to dance. Anything involving a musical saw...

**Prince Paul, PJ Harvey, Nina Simone, Public Enemy, Tom Waits, AC/DC, Death From Above 1979, Heiroglyphics, TV on the Radio, Low, The Mountain Goats, Kinski, Dead Meadow, Islands, Shout Out Out Out Out, Trans Am, Pinback, Depeche Mode, Bjork, Modest Mouse, The Kinks, Co. Flow, The Coup, Kool Keith, Radiohead, Zeppelin, Sabbath, DJ Shadow, Massive Attack, Sonic Youth, The Cure, Dan the Automator, Del the Funky Homosapien, Elliot Smith, Stooges, Jeff Buckley, Wu-Tang, Dylan, Ella, Parliament/Funkadelic, Quasi, Death Cab for Cutie, Ween, Tracy and the Plastics, Neko Case, Gogol Bordello, Juggaknots, Madlib, Peanut Butter Wolf, Cut Chemist, Southern Culture on the Skids, Weathermen, Cage, Vast Aire, Aesop, El-P, Dalek, Dizzee Rascal, Secret Machines, Thievery Corporation, Wilco, Decemberists, Mogwai, Leonard Cohen, Cat Power, Iron & Wine, Magnolia Electric Co., RJD2, These Arms are Snakes, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness, Explosions in the Sky, The Rapture, Feist, The Beatnuts, Janis Joplin, Stones, Gossip, Captain Beefheart, T. Rex, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The Faint, The Presets, Midnight Juggernauts, Cocteau Twins, Sonic Youth**

Movies:

SCHOOL OF ROCK!

Books:

Anything by Borges, Infinite Jest, Wide Sargasso Sea, Confederacy of Dunces, The Sheltering Sky, Seymour: An Introduction, Gravity's Rainbow, On Being Blue: A Philosophical Inquiry, The Hearing Trumpet, Sandman series, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, The Master and Margarita, A Farewell to Arms, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, The Little Prince, anything by Murakami or Dr. Seuss or Iris Murdoch or Cormac McCarthy or A.S. Byatt Etc., Etc, Etc...I read a lot.

Heroes:

Eve, Adam, the Buddha, Giordano Bruno, Hildegard von Bingen, Morgan La Fey, Cassandra, the Muses, Rhys, Bowles, Borges, Don Quixote, Dorothy Parker, Klee, Alice, Dame Francis Yates, Joseph Campbell, Neitzsche, the pre-Socratics, Ambrose Bierce, Yeats, Wm. Blake, Rilke, Einstein of course, Shakespeare of course, Carl Jung, Baudelaire, Julia Kristeva, Georg Cantor, Salinger of couse, Godel, Zeno, Leonora Carrington, Dr. Seuss, Tom Waits, Pynchon.

My Blog

There is a garden.

There is a garden I visit in my dreams. It is bordered on the east by a clear dancing stream and on the north, west and south by hedgerows taller than myself. To get to this quiet place, this sanc...
Posted by .charity. on Fri, 13 Apr 2007 05:21:00 PST

It's 6 AM.

It's 6 AM, and the sky is a silken misty purplish-blue. She sits in bed, smoking and drinking coffee. Her mind wanders, images drift and fade out then back in again. She is thinking about dreams. The ...
Posted by .charity. on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 04:33:00 PST

His thoughts.

His thoughts have organized themselves into a series of strange figures painted in thick bright oils on slabs of walnut and ivory that at each stroke of the paintbrush ring out in apricot and champagn...
Posted by .charity. on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 06:56:00 PST

The center is nowhere.

The center is nowhere and the circumference is everywhere you look.There are sodden lonesome birds tangled in the thick tall grasses, intermittently keening their disconsolations in faraway echoing mi...
Posted by .charity. on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 06:55:00 PST

The door closes.

The door closes; he sits and smokes. The empty space around him glints with the intimate hiss of a thousand splintered-glass whispers. He is mildly surprised by the thought that he might be going ...
Posted by .charity. on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 06:53:00 PST