tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16041748534514557182023-11-16T01:35:06.923-06:00Questionable Things: A Commonplace BookBill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-82001753183276170802013-10-05T21:18:00.000-05:002013-10-05T21:19:49.863-05:00Tropic of Cancer<div style="background-color: ivory;">
"To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth—I count that something of a miracle."
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—Henry Miller, <i>Tropic of Cancer</i></div>Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-63340863340903670352013-10-05T20:57:00.000-05:002013-10-05T21:11:33.652-05:00You're talking about . . .<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_qsW-IVc4pDO-tihTo1W6EhcND4JsQPSJERFH02ThNfTYI7ngp4UXmGQ3CDIhXae6a2aZaqBugRnG4I70tZT2qHvEQeC4szaM7xTBEEHX5B9UF4jddYtnUfdUzOGmp8RU4gxXyZm9oBw4/s1600/closing+time.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_qsW-IVc4pDO-tihTo1W6EhcND4JsQPSJERFH02ThNfTYI7ngp4UXmGQ3CDIhXae6a2aZaqBugRnG4I70tZT2qHvEQeC4szaM7xTBEEHX5B9UF4jddYtnUfdUzOGmp8RU4gxXyZm9oBw4/s1600/closing+time.jpg" /></a>
<div align="center"><small class="min"><i>Memories</i>. Source: fabforgottennobility.tumblr.com.</small></div>
Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-44894613094118571822012-09-01T10:38:00.000-05:002012-09-13T10:40:00.469-05:00Sola and Woola<div style="background-color: ivory;">
"I had at least two friends on Mars; a young woman who watched over me with motherly solicitude, and a dumb brute which, as I later came to know, held in its poor carcass more love, more loyalty, more gratitude than could have been found in the entire five million green Martians who rove the deserted cities and dead sea bottoms of Mars."<br/>
—Edgar Rice Burroughs, <em>A Princess of Mars</em></div>
Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-32374958607492908692012-09-01T10:30:00.000-05:002012-09-13T10:42:23.400-05:00Happy Birthday, ERB<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-33510060431467644382012-03-10T14:28:00.000-06:002012-08-23T14:38:33.070-05:00Your Personal Situation<div style="background-color: ivory;">
"Drawing is a revelation of the soul, of your personal situation. Even if an artist spent his whole life drawing yogurt cups, you would still see his most secret and most deranging sensibility emerge.”<br />
—Moebius</div>
Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-26075488295122733732012-03-10T14:15:00.000-06:002012-08-23T14:40:10.097-05:00Jean Giraud, RIP<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-13280223949390562252011-12-06T20:06:00.001-06:002011-12-06T20:08:05.802-06:00How Easy<div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fffff0">“How easy and natural love is if you are well! And how gruesomely difficult—what a philosophically daunting contraption of self-interest and self-delusion love appears to be—if you are not.”<br />—Jonathan Franzen, “Farther Away”</div>Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-76679099216978816782011-12-06T20:02:00.006-06:002011-12-06T20:06:06.400-06:00Marilyn Minter (i)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA2UI3o9aL6Q8SLAghvxjg6TiaTFJN7V7Tlx2OdNOiHmZbKXhTSn6U4UFGnRXXjmM1C624-smzSd3gq0E69lJQdcBr9WxM_kdM_PRx9hbyzylL0dZwCAThs3GPKAF1jlrjnEyxSyeDwJwB/s1600/marilyn+minter+heavy+metal+2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA2UI3o9aL6Q8SLAghvxjg6TiaTFJN7V7Tlx2OdNOiHmZbKXhTSn6U4UFGnRXXjmM1C624-smzSd3gq0E69lJQdcBr9WxM_kdM_PRx9hbyzylL0dZwCAThs3GPKAF1jlrjnEyxSyeDwJwB/s400/marilyn+minter+heavy+metal+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683201084038274002" /></a><div align="center"><small class="min">Marilyn Minter, <em>Heavy Metal</em>, 2011. Enamel on three metal panels,<br/>108 x 180 in.</small></div>Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-40179274598979849722011-09-13T09:10:00.001-05:002011-09-13T09:10:25.260-05:00Questionable Things<em>Questionable Things</em> is my aetheric <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Commonplace_book">commonplace book</a>, a veritable <a href="http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/114550.html">dog’s breakfast</a> of the dreams my stuff is made of.<br /><br />Some of them, at least.Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-86016475654123773712011-09-13T09:05:00.007-05:002011-09-13T20:07:33.023-05:00Little Boat<a href="http://vimeo.com/22894261"><img title="Watch Little Boat, a short film by Nelson Boles, on Vimeo" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ulwQONYr-OtT50Rnq2K8JqI_hX5Jta2txMnmIZ-QhgUU7pxtq8Pdk5chcwyP83sYBLHKZtz6pqL6SiHZTCkMm413taVzB1c7QHOWDPDb9RTw3J_qzuuxPvduS0n2uSfx5xsg3_u0_yBH/s400/Nelson+Boles+Little+Boat.jpg" border="0" alt="Watch Little Boat, a short film by Nelson Boles, on Vimeo"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652014281455155890" /></a><br /><a title="Watch Little Boat, a short film by Nelson Boles, on Vimeo" alt="Watch Little Boat, a short film by Nelson Boles, on Vimeo" href="http://vimeo.com/22894261"><div align="center"><small class="min"><em>Little Boat</em>, by Nelson Boles.</small></div></a>Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-15391872305355940222011-08-28T00:01:00.001-05:002011-09-13T09:13:50.855-05:00Jack Kirby: Comic Creators Celebrate the KingToday would have been Jack Kirby's ninety-fourth birthday. To honor the day, my brother and I asked comic book creators from the Mid-Ohio-Con family and beyond to answer the question "Why is Kirby king?" Our third annual Kirby tribute appears today at <a href="http://kraalo.blogspot.com/2011/08/jack-kirby-comic-creators-celebrate.html">Kraalo.com</a>.Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-16894865685313319412011-08-28T00:00:00.002-05:002011-09-13T20:13:51.960-05:00Riding with the King<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbh_bOK0DievqlctlHEqZ5UOJ1cebHSmQiEVYKvnPdhD0jO8NPV8CFKnCJQ2SXnqGOasffAPpWQ6x9GNvcVjviZHd8P768JaJyUjZ6NHctsPiOqkGmqtfbaQtyLROD3AGW4NywvNfWCEAb/s1600/alex_ross_jack_kirby_2011_tribute_header.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbh_bOK0DievqlctlHEqZ5UOJ1cebHSmQiEVYKvnPdhD0jO8NPV8CFKnCJQ2SXnqGOasffAPpWQ6x9GNvcVjviZHd8P768JaJyUjZ6NHctsPiOqkGmqtfbaQtyLROD3AGW4NywvNfWCEAb/s400/alex_ross_jack_kirby_2011_tribute_header.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651847621151576050" /></a><div align="center"><small class="min">Alex Ross, detail, <em>Kirby Genesis</em> #0.</small></div>Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-73534013633191129462011-03-14T10:30:00.000-05:002011-03-14T10:32:37.236-05:00Just Answer<div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fffff0">"And if you were to be asked: film, play, novel, or opera? Which would you choose?"<br />—Jean-Luc Godard, <em>Eloge de l'amour</em></div>Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-78877361922505363192011-03-14T10:27:00.005-05:002011-03-14T10:32:07.013-05:00Wuff<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiymFTu94Jo_iuGOZnstoC_q5NbQEf3i8-U_5T6VHvsfTP9RysC_IhOcPXeip9xxsZQslcSw0W7W_d-VBimaNlepxdrlAVZQc7j2LJcVTDgQt35c8QZu0Iovz0d0zGkpT39R72y5QUvzJov/s1600/Gerrit+Dou+Sleeping+Dog.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiymFTu94Jo_iuGOZnstoC_q5NbQEf3i8-U_5T6VHvsfTP9RysC_IhOcPXeip9xxsZQslcSw0W7W_d-VBimaNlepxdrlAVZQc7j2LJcVTDgQt35c8QZu0Iovz0d0zGkpT39R72y5QUvzJov/s400/Gerrit+Dou+Sleeping+Dog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583957913936319122" /></a><br /><div align="center"><small class="min">Gerrit Dou, <em>A Sleeping Dog</em>, 1650. Oil on panel, 6 1/2 x 8 1/2 in.</small></div>Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-75409809055753270762010-11-27T15:59:00.001-06:002010-11-27T16:19:55.190-06:00Barker<div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fffff0">It was once believed that the writer who wrote for himself would end up speaking to himself. It was believed the writer had to write for others, i.e., using accepted practices of listening and seeing. But only the writer who truly invents for himself will acquire the audience who hungers for his invention.<br />—Howard Barker</div>Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-46667347439212553722010-11-27T15:55:00.005-06:002010-11-27T16:02:14.129-06:00Boxmaker (ii)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQ8Vnjy79Vd1yPl6FM6o6UKN01Qfa85eD4hZJbBMg9_ywxMG6N_swyW09FhRxAe4Nyo5wl8WombLAaCxf9Q5vQJE1Gs84tQ6p1-yr-muAFxDLn_lKQ4f7ukoL_OChV2lipvdnX4yywpzK/s1600/Cornell+3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQ8Vnjy79Vd1yPl6FM6o6UKN01Qfa85eD4hZJbBMg9_ywxMG6N_swyW09FhRxAe4Nyo5wl8WombLAaCxf9Q5vQJE1Gs84tQ6p1-yr-muAFxDLn_lKQ4f7ukoL_OChV2lipvdnX4yywpzK/s400/Cornell+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544352742957659794" /></a><br /><small class="min">Joseph Cornell, <em>Untitled (Soap Bubble Set)</em>, 1936. Box construction, 15 3/4 x 14 1/4 x 5 1/2 in. Wadsworth Atheneum Museum of Art, Hartford, Conn.</small>Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-10329956274763273692010-10-21T15:03:00.006-05:002010-10-21T15:34:45.006-05:00My Heart, Brief as Photos<div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fffff0">Perhaps this capacity is linked to the fact that all young animals need to play in order to learn. Between play and gratuitous pleasure there is a face in common. Playing implies a distinction between the real and the playful. The world is doubled by play. There is the involuntary world of necessity and the voluntary world of play. In the second world pleasure no longer serves a purpose but becomes gratuitous.<br />—John Berger, <em>And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos</em></div>Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-32007530268512891972010-10-21T15:02:00.003-05:002010-10-21T15:17:50.956-05:00Greyhounds at Play<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVEWtuHr8MS-dikhFhuJtLrYTYE78ulwfA79WADmXMPtREHYC-BQaAy6gQ0mPG_hQ8qZPgaBxZxIqq0GZwTyb8t1G4lxdnHfB7s9Ogde_jSS_o7Mwmbqy07Qv2ei-OgO8pKgWJ0VoLbEzq/s1600/dewey-beach-with-hounds.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVEWtuHr8MS-dikhFhuJtLrYTYE78ulwfA79WADmXMPtREHYC-BQaAy6gQ0mPG_hQ8qZPgaBxZxIqq0GZwTyb8t1G4lxdnHfB7s9Ogde_jSS_o7Mwmbqy07Qv2ei-OgO8pKgWJ0VoLbEzq/s400/dewey-beach-with-hounds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530596159419442562" /></a><div align="center"><small class="min">Dewey Beach, Delaware, October 10, 2010.<br />Photograph copyright © Steve Uyehara.</small></div>Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-87554455251045813832010-06-28T20:43:00.000-05:002010-06-28T20:46:00.602-05:00Questionable Things<em>Questionable Things</em> is my aetheric <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Commonplace_book">commonplace book</a>, a veritable <a href="http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/114550.html">dog’s breakfast</a> of the dreams my stuff is made of.<br /><br />Some of them, at least.Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-65476596929469704682010-06-28T20:42:00.003-05:002010-06-28T20:48:39.134-05:00Woof!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivWdsBcj05ktmBIzr4nFqgxEcDiICN_Bn1mG4Zy6J-_0oLHbSmuzxTVZNPo395pcSbGFNeoktkdy4OCNt-0jEXeGLR4WMS3in5U9UZmy8-gUSlX-qB5mN5DGcm0QfndSDl3fc8LRZRIH9o/s1600/golub+alarmed+dog+encountering+pink.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivWdsBcj05ktmBIzr4nFqgxEcDiICN_Bn1mG4Zy6J-_0oLHbSmuzxTVZNPo395pcSbGFNeoktkdy4OCNt-0jEXeGLR4WMS3in5U9UZmy8-gUSlX-qB5mN5DGcm0QfndSDl3fc8LRZRIH9o/s400/golub+alarmed+dog+encountering+pink.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488005146731869138" /></a><br /><div align="center"><small class="min">Leon Golub, <em>Alarmed Dog Encountering Pink</em>, 2004. Mixed media on Bristol board, 10 x 8 inches.</small></div>Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-81323101387062361672010-05-10T13:27:00.003-05:002010-05-10T13:33:34.840-05:00Frank Frazetta, RIPFrank Frazetta, 1928–2010. A legend has passed. We'll miss you, Frank.Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-14760057901546922922010-05-10T13:25:00.000-05:002010-05-10T13:27:17.559-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirhkjamf4gRXf27E3hEn9aRja-yElxHU3fHaxZmN3K303Qj-7SNNoKR80uwRoefKw9lRvM8ETgv2vNJJtcqghkdOOeWLWxryFub_eNgf2b0WcXFLcZmvGeon1U7N6YaFvhuluqa5rw9Sjx/s1600/Frazetta+banner+425+px+longer.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirhkjamf4gRXf27E3hEn9aRja-yElxHU3fHaxZmN3K303Qj-7SNNoKR80uwRoefKw9lRvM8ETgv2vNJJtcqghkdOOeWLWxryFub_eNgf2b0WcXFLcZmvGeon1U7N6YaFvhuluqa5rw9Sjx/s400/Frazetta+banner+425+px+longer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469709686925131682" /></a>Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-41728126808594705662010-03-06T14:28:00.002-06:002010-03-06T14:29:54.298-06:00Confess It<div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fffff0">"In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write?"<br />—Rainer Maria Rilke</div>Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-48025003586094763832010-03-06T14:27:00.004-06:002010-03-06T14:34:05.387-06:00Where It Spreads Its Roots, the Answer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdMWXFW2BVe1rB6ZCArTTpq4iSljDpwoDbdtVxZzIXkYo7X8blDD0cW4bgPslUzIMEQVIMrq_7Uh9Rv90WuKZb-amaxVtdWpkpOAsfC70K5ZszVnNpcvbO0xr3KymW5KnmATPhFzDvCFo2/s1600-h/gaga-rilke.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdMWXFW2BVe1rB6ZCArTTpq4iSljDpwoDbdtVxZzIXkYo7X8blDD0cW4bgPslUzIMEQVIMrq_7Uh9Rv90WuKZb-amaxVtdWpkpOAsfC70K5ZszVnNpcvbO0xr3KymW5KnmATPhFzDvCFo2/s400/gaga-rilke.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445621567192964674" /></a>Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604174853451455718.post-58231576226215289502010-01-26T22:21:00.001-06:002010-01-26T22:24:03.766-06:00Hugest of Living Creatures<div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fffff0">There Leviathan,<br />Hugest of living creatures, in the deep<br />Stretch’d like a promontory sleeps or swims<br />And seems a moving land; and at his gills<br />Draws in, and at his breath spouts out a sea.<br />—Milton, <em>Paradise Lost</em></div>Bill Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999845280783373614noreply@blogger.com0