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They have a new Poe statue in Boston. He is not up on a pedestal. We'll it's modern times isn't it? He looks like a muppet. It's come to this. Welcome back to frog ponderous. At street level he can fulfill final purpose. To have his picture taken with people just off a tourist trolley people who have heard of him. And Edward Everett Hale, in peace, on  his  pedestal, in  the Public Garden , chuckles to Poe's everlasting dread .... Read the rest of the Poem   Poe's Heartfelt Lunge toward Ulame

You took my watch You took my watch You took my phone &  rent check first dear You took a walk & dint come back you put me under the bus here. In the dream upon a roof shattered the hopes to safely get down.                           - Jack Vaughan, 2014

@JackIVaughan: Silk corn husk Ruby corn beads Sprout from the earth Send message to heaven http://t.co/S496B3m8QT Reading Player Piano. And remembering the factory cybernetic. When I worked the Paste Wax line at Johnson's, we placed the lids on the cans (two of us) by hand. It could well have been the oldest line in the old factory. With so much cybernation around, it seemed primitive - something that could be automated. And I would look at the other lines (the Jubilee line with its ear shattering glass jostling was adjacent) and wonder how. Earl, the engineer, I remember him now in crew cut, white short sleeve shirt, tie, glasses and pocket protector, would come by and eye the process as well. When I worked the line. The day Pedro did not come back from lunch. To come. When I worked the line: they would pump-in Muzak. Then by syndicated radio. Once a week, in some alternating pattern related to pay day: "Whstle While you Work." One day, another s...

Harvard beat Yale yesterday to obtain sole possession of Ivy League crown...Thought I would go back to the Vaults and run my writeup of my trip to see Harvard play football. Twas a Tweetfest. Thisll suffice the site I suppose until end of year music awards maybe. In case anyone out there was saying Get a life! In October, thinking I have never been to Harvard Stadium, an old concrete bowl by the Charles that Van Morrison made immortal in  Brown Eyed Gir l making love in the green grass behind the stadium...I head out via subway.  Old Harvard Square to go. The essential American Fall Saturday event to encounter. Once there I tweet.  I sat next to Cornell band, and that sort of set the tone. # hahvad  This day is my homage to damon runyon author of  hold them yale # hahvad  stadium watching football literally. See it arc in the air. #Hahvad stadium; twenty 11 yearolds ready to receive field goal kick ...

Jeff DeMark, Jack Vaughan, Jim Mazik, August 1974, Boston. Remember that hot August Sunday? When we dragged you through the cemeteries in Lowell? We were looking for Jack Kerouac's grave. We almost gave up But then the dove arose And there you pointed And there we found Jack. Fly, spirit! Rise Again! My restless homeboy! Playin' the organ for my 96 Tears.                            -Jack Vaughan, Nov 2014 Jeff commented on this day... Jack, Jim Mazik and I made a pilgrimage to find his grave in 1974 the week Nixon resigned.  When we asked around town about Kerouac, people didn't know who he was.  We wandered around the graveyard for a good whille before we finally located it.  Jim Mazik stayed inthe car. We said a prayer, left some flowers, had a drink I think.

Science: Learning How Little We Know About the Brain - NYTimes.com-“The brain has to compute what’s self-generated versus what’s external,” said Dr. Sawtell, who studies weakly electric fish. This may not sound like a grand advance, but, Dr. Abbott said, “I think it’s pretty deep,” adding that it helps illuminate how a creature begins to draw a distinction between itself and the world. It is the very beginning of how a brain sorts a flood of data coming in from the outside world, and gives it meaning.Hats off to pseudo-color. Click to read. Space:Look out baby there's a planet coming - The Philae lander on the distant comet 67P has sent another stream of data back to Earth before losing power. The little probe delivered everything expected from it, just as its failing battery dropped it into standby mode.  Click here to read. Jim Masik 1951-2014 - I remember Intellectual jam sessions in the Midnight kitchen (Heglling over Marx). Finding Kerouac's grave in the b...