Saturday, June 23, 2018

No Layoff from This Condensery

  • By mid-June in past years Boogle/Glogger would have sent me daily screaming emails Hey, renew your domain name, YOU ARE DEAD JULY 25 IF YOU DON'T! Entering early-late-June not one.
  • I logged into my Glogger admin dashboard yesterday - I had to change my debit card number when the old card expired and a new card was issued, and yup, this blog dies last week of July unless I renew the domain name and the dashboard nowhere allowed me to renew the domain name.
  • Last night I thought about what I'd do if the domain name doesn't renew and this shitty blog goes dark.
  • I have Adobe's Muse through their Creative Cloud, and I could build a website there (though it's more for business applications than daily farting like here), and beg you to follow me there.
  • I went to wordpress last night, I could wordpress again and beg you to follow there.
  • I could set up an alternative here with Glogger with the vanity-free (compared to the current domain name) blogspot in address and beg you to follow me there.
  • I could do nothing, and if this place dies this place dies...
  • Life in the Fuck We're So Fucked So Fuck It-ocene, fine metaphors abound.


Lorine Niedecker

   advised me:
         Learn a trade

I learned
   to sit at desk
         and condense

No layoff
   from this

Thursday, June 21, 2018

Radio Defiance Flares Up in the Presence of the Holy Vagabonds

  • Bernie Kopell ▲ , creator of Siegfried, my digital avatar forever and from Day One, born 86 years ago today, born within a month of my dad.
  • Standard disclaimer: 1965, I'm six, TV toggled from B/W to color: the good created, the damage done.
  • I changed the avatar on my email two or so weeks ago to satisfy an itch (it wasn't Siegfried, I try to keep kaos out of my email) then while hikingthinking last weekend wondered if I'd ever change Siegfried anywhere, and no, but not the once No.
  • 86, get it? 
  • Bless Serendipity for tempting me, fishing me, rewarding my faith by 86, and the warning.
  • Olive dreaming, yesterday, photo by Planet, Olive's human.


Joseph Ceravolo

This morning I know there's a dawn
out there somewhere.
               Crazy death drives all the motors
          of the world. Radio defiance
flares up in the presence of
the holy vagabonds, and the essence
is erased from my spit.
    What number, what song
is lodged like a tic in my ear?
What fever of the unrecorded mist
has turned up inside?

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Souls Marooned Like a Polar Flower

  • That's old, 2015, but remembered it after discussion below.
  • The current NOISE! how did we get here? Psst, contains obamapostasies.
  • On the above.
  • Baal save us from when Democrats and Republicans find an issue they can demagogue-spoon.
  • Also too.
  • UPDATE! Also too!
  • Oh, said Hillaryite Colleague (not the same one from last week) yesterday, you don't think separating kids from parents is obscene?
  • Goat said thisat the end of all this, when they allow the kids to be in prison WITH their parents, the democrats will claim victory and family prisons will be a big piece of economic growth.
  • (Afterword I saw Lambert say what I didn't say to HC on same subject.)
  • Hillaryite Colleague touted a The Hill opinion piece touting Warren 2020 as bridge between Hillaryites and Sanders supporters, as long, added Hillaryite Colleague now Warrenite Colleague, fucking Bernie Bros are not misogynous fucks again.
  • On a giant screen in the big lounge of the Student Union where we are drinking coffee Donald Trump is humping Old Glory.
  • You would vote for Warren, Warrenite Colleague demanded, wouldn't you?
  • Twisted utopia of walls and hate.
  • I'm not, nor have been, I said, a Bernie Bro, and Thursday is my avatar's birthday, I caught myself thinking while hiking last weekend of changing it on twitter, the fuck is wrong with me, and if Warren *is* allowed to be Democratic nominee she would have sold what soul you claim she has now.
  • Motherfucking Democrats.
  • Nick Drake born 70 years ago yesterday.


Joseph Ceravolo

Poverty needs us in
this riot
of our body,
driving the jobs of the helpless to
the grainless without weapons.
Our hopes
our bodies stay awake
in the light.
Positions, interventions, work,
riots and leaves around us.
O the hungry body
of our souls
marooned like a polar flower.

Monday, June 18, 2018

Coma, I Guess I Will See


Pjoepf of Vriecyh

Been RXed new drops.
My ophthalmologist in
sists this new medi

cine will stunt my glau
coma, I guess I will see,
eyes' white stoplight red.