Last night was last Thursday's pint night. I proposed yesterday's thought experiment. I said, for argument's sake, we agree that management of both Corporate's legacy divisions are 100% on board re: strategy re: stiffing the middle class, re: perpetual war and empire, and we agree their flinging ethical herrings roobs like me gurp like Good and Plenty are diversionary tactics in the battle of which division gets to run the spigot, and we agree that the state of American empire's decline will be .06% + or - in 2016 regardless who wins POTUS in 2012, but if we also agree that if Republicans win POTUS and House and Senate and governorships and state houses ethical herrings like women's reproductive rights and gay rights etc will be rolled back decades, does that justify hating motherfucking Republicans and crackers more than motherfucking Democrats and complicit motherfucking pwoggles like me?
I'd hate you either way, said Leona. She won a scotch of ridiculous price.
- Normalizing evil.
- Obama's continuing assault on your civil liberties.
- Spade actually heart.
- Krugman loses what was left of his integrity.
- Little Danny Snyder is a puny fuck.
- Peak azalea week!
- I bought Malcolm at the Second Story on Parklawn two days ago.
- Five new Eshleman poems.
- The rest of Silliman's awesome lit-links.
- Deeper understanding.
- RIP Poly Styrene.
- I am a poseur.
- UPDATE! Yup.
- I am a cliche.
- Stream her new album.
- UPDATE! Diane's playing a boatload as I type this (1230 PM EDT). If you can't listen now you'll be able to stream the archive by six tonight.
- UPDATE! Diane's starting another long set now at 237 PM. If you use the pop-up player once show is archived your can start and stop on any song.
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- Pass it on.
CATASTROPHE THEORY III
Mary Joe Bang
Now we sit and play with a tiny toy elephant that travels a taut string. Now we are used and use in turn each other. Our hats unravel and that in itself is tragic. To be lost. To have lost. Verbs like veritable engines pulling the train of thought forward. The hat is over- turned and out comes a rabbit. Out comes a man with a monocle. Out comes a Kaiser. Yikes, it's history, that ceiling comprised of recessed squares, each leg a lifeline, each lie a wife's leg. A pulled velvet cord rings a bell and everyone comes running to watch while a year plummets into the countdown of an open mouth. A loop of razor wire closes around the circumference of a shaken globe of snow. Yellowed newsprint with its watery text, a latticework of shadow thrown onto the clear screen of the prison wall. From a mere idea comes the twine that gives totality its name. What is a theory but a tentacle reaching for a wafer of reason. The inevitable gap tragic. Sure, tragic.