I understand that all art is child’s play, that it is useless to seek a meaning in it.
In the empty silence of the evening, every sound is sharp and distinct. The heavy scent of steaming dung and hay.
To create unprecedented demand, drug companies and physicians appealed to women’s vanity and reason, essentially inventing a new pathology called menopause in the same way the surgeons had invented one called macromastia, for small breasts.
If you ask me, I would guess that, for a very long time, conductors like Karajan had an almost visceral intolerance for the hybridity, the vulgarity, the disunity of Mahler.
Let us now examine each region in turn and see what light archaeology has been able to throw on its inhabitants during the long, dark period that preceded the coming of Europeans.
It involves a terrible story – a story peculiarly painful to myself – enough now if I tell you that I have seen the Thing you describe – seen It many times; and yet, because It has been visible to my eyes alone, I have doubted the evidence of my senses.
In the 1950s and 1960s it was possible to find adverts for chiropractors with claims such as ‘there are very few diseases, as they are understood today, which are not treatable by Chiropractic method’, or ‘Correction and treatment of both acute and chronic polio by chiropractic methods have been unusually successful.’
People are not logical; if they were, we’d be nowhere today.
He drank wine that evening, until his eyes were bloodshot.
A well-developed tail having been formed in the aquatic animal, it might subsequently come to be worked in for all sorts of purposes – as a fly-flapper, an organ of prehension, or as an aid in turning, as in the case of the dog.
A double-minded man is unstable in all his ways.
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To read the rest of this review — and more by Steve Schmolaris — visit his website Bad Gardening Advice.
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Steve Schmolaris is the founder of the Schmolaris Prize, “the most prestigious prize in all of Manitoba,” which he first awarded in 1977. Each year, he awards the prize to the best album of the year. He does not have a profession but, having come from money (his father, “the Millionaire of East Schmelkirk,” left him his fortune when he died in 1977), Steve is a patron of the arts. Inspired by the exquisite detail of a holotype, the collective intelligence of slime mold, the natural world and the suffering inherent within it — and also music (fuck, he loves music!) — Steve has long been writing reviews of Winnipeg artists’ songs and albums at his website Bad Gardening Advice, leading to the publication of a book of the same name.