Joe Brainard's Pyjamas (The Sequel)

Back Issue #71 of B&W (December, 2009)

2013-05-18T10:07:00.002-07:00

I'm collecting these back issues of B&W magazine as I can find/afford them. When we got back from the flea market today, Issue 71 was in our mailbox. The cover feature is "Jin Ping: The Great Sichuan Earthquake." There are features in this issue on Keith de Lellis, George Krause, Michael Light (!), Andrea Modica, Andrea Camuto, John Alfano and others. My absolute favorite so far is the

I Scored

2013-05-18T09:35:00.001-07:00

I scored a bunch of great old photographs down at the flea market in Middletown today. I love these but need to scan them to do them justice. That's a pain in the ass but I want to share them on Flickr. The guy I bought them from is very cool. It was my first time meeting him. He actually found seven photographs taken in Dachau (immediately after the liberation) in an estate he bought last

A Rat

2013-05-18T03:25:00.000-07:00

A rat was born in the Paris Metro. Just as the deep darkness behind his tiny eyes was turning to vision, 14 days after his arrival on the planet, just as his nose was twitching with the seductive scent of food in various waste receptacles, a young businessman spied him and speared (well, more crushed) the poor creature with the tip of his umbrella while spitting out some bromide he thought was

A Dead Person

2013-05-17T19:30:00.004-07:00

A dead man (ancient) with a soul like a clouded marble is walking across the lawn. A spring lawn. It turns over and over like a photograph in nobody's hands. Darkly bright and dewy with the difference spilling, the morning difference. The dead man :: phosphorescent ankles. As he walks across the grass, he is happy, he is miserable, he exists. His soul like a cat's eye gone blind. As

I Forced Myself

2013-05-17T18:50:00.004-07:00

I forced myself to submit some photographs to a magazine last night. I'm going to try to make this a part of my daily practice. I practice photography virtually every day, but I don't promote myself but once in a blue moon. Everything that gets shared is largely an accident, is largely the kindness of strangers. But felicitous accidents, those! Throw them on the bonfire of the vanities later. But

One of My Photographs Was Featured on HellNo (Ocasus)

2013-05-17T18:11:00.000-07:00

One of my photographs was posted on HellNo and I had 597 visits to that photo yesterday. It's a really gorgeous Tumblr. I can see why so many people follow it. Now I'm one of those people following it. If you're on Tumblr, it's worth adding. HellNo, you have clout! And I love your blog. Thanks very much for having me! I only took that photo a few days ago. It's one of the photos I took of two

shopping cart...just give it a push and it goes on its own...just like death.

2013-05-17T17:23:00.001-07:00

shopping cart...just give it a push and it goes on its own...just like death., a photo by William Keckler on Flickr.Customer who clearly carefully color-coordinated for the Walmart trailer behind her playing "bowling with shopping carts." Here she has just pushed the cart and is waiting to see how things turn out.

(Madame, I believe your husband is drunk)

2013-05-17T17:05:00.001-07:00

(Madame, I believe your husband is drunk), a photo by William Keckler on Flickr.

ancestry.com

2013-05-17T16:36:00.001-07:00

ancestry.com, a photo by William Keckler on Flickr.

Quote of the Day on Being an Artist

2013-05-17T16:00:00.000-07:00

Again, Mary Ruefle, from the poem "Like a Daffodil": He was pained to see me with no other career than my emotions about things.

A Poem by Mary Ruefle

2013-05-17T15:57:00.003-07:00

The Feast I have a goblet. I will share it with you. Here is a table. The goblet is on it. There is a goose. We will cook it with our breath--done-- and set it on the table. Now we have a goblet and a goose. All we need are candles and some wine, some bread. Everything we need is now upon the table. Let us eat the goose. It is good to eat the goose, we want it to be gone. We want the goose

"I put lipstick on just for you..."

2013-05-17T15:29:00.001-07:00

"I put lipstick on just for you...", a photo by William Keckler on Flickr.

"Tree-Rex"

2013-05-17T15:26:00.001-07:00

"Tree-Rex", a photo by William Keckler on Flickr.

Zen Cossack

2013-05-17T15:12:00.001-07:00

Zen Cossack, a photo by William Keckler on Flickr.

tongue-ring tracks in traveling ice cream

2013-05-17T15:00:00.001-07:00

tongue-ring tracks in traveling ice cream, a photo by William Keckler on Flickr.Lee showed me what his tongue ring did to his ice cream cone. of course i didn't want to hand it back then.

Untitled

2013-05-17T14:27:00.001-07:00

Untitled, a photo by William Keckler on Flickr.

bee nostalgia

2013-05-17T14:17:00.001-07:00

bee nostalgia, a photo by William Keckler on Flickr.

rush hour

2013-05-17T14:13:00.001-07:00

rush hour, a photo by William Keckler on Flickr.

rush hour sucks

2013-05-17T14:06:00.001-07:00

rush hour sucks, a photo by William Keckler on Flickr.

bees

2013-05-17T14:02:00.001-07:00

bees, a photo by William Keckler on Flickr.go apiculture go!

bloodytache

2013-05-17T13:55:00.001-07:00

bloodytache, a photo by jonnywuden on Flickr.

forlorn elf

2013-05-17T13:52:00.003-07:00

forlorn elf, a photo by William Keckler on Flickr.Or else it's just Bat Boy from that tabloid.

forlorn elf

2013-05-17T13:52:00.001-07:00

forlorn elf, a photo by William Keckler on Flickr.

(inside) (earth)

2013-05-17T13:47:00.001-07:00

(inside) (earth), a photo by William Keckler on Flickr.

strange cloud

2013-05-17T13:38:00.001-07:00

strange cloud, a photo by William Keckler on Flickr.