Wednesday, June 15, 2011

The Inevitable Gap Tragic

Consider this article about Corporate soccer as good a summary of why there's no reversal to the clusterfuck our puny species would design, much less implement.




That's Sarah, our oldest cat, once a wonder cat, who after four years of extraordinary sulking by extraordinarily petulant cat standards because of guess who and her idiot idolator has decided to fight for attention by almost wonder catting again - and talking, even now and then singing again - and wonderful. Not her last appearance.










CATASTROPHE THEORY III

Mary Jo 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.


8 comments:

  1. Thanks for the link.

    16 of the 100 "greatest" non fiction books are by women, which is honestly more than I was expecting, but...

    Meanwhile, I've read four of them, but three of those were in my teens, which for me at least is pretty much the same as not having read them.

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  2. Of course Sarah sulked. You replaced her with a new queen!
    ~

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  3. That's one serious cat.

    I can't wait until there are 47 play-in rounds for the Europa League. 14th place in the Romanian league needs love, too.

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  4. God, can't believe I forgot what was going to be the most important part of my comment, which is that Sarah looks awesome.

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  5. Sarah=Reincarnation of Little One.

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  6. Planet loves the G12, and she says she only understands about 10% of what it can do.

    I plead guilty to neglecting Sarah - Fleabus as a kitten was the greatest cat experience I've ever; simply astonishing - and by the time Fleabus got older Sarah was still bitter. She also was pissed because when we introduced Rudy into the house he introduced fleas, and she had a strong allergic reaction to the bites that medicine only alleviated, didn't stop.

    As for non-fiction, I've read bits of many for school (you can't do cultural studies without encountering Fanon and Said and Barthes, just to name a few). Some I've read on my own, though I generally read the introduction of NF books I'm interested in - there will be a link to a book I want read the introduction in the next post - and proceed or not from there. Most of the time the intro is enough to get the thesis and thrust and I lazily don't feel the need to read the bulk of justifying the thesis and thrust. I'd just rather be reading poetry or fiction.

    Barack Blatter.

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  7. Re: The G12 - I've had mine since Christmas, and I think I only know about 5% of what it can do.

    I used to shoot with a Canon EOS 650 (an SLR I bought in the 80s) which had all manual controls.

    But the G12 works with all kinds of buttons and dials, and the auto mode works so well I haven't gotten around to learning how to make full use of it.

    I've already noticed that there are strong sunlight and macro situations where it would be good if I learned to follow the directions...I wonder if there is a G12 class out there somewhere?
    ~

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  8. Mary Jo Bang doesn't understand Catastrophe Theory.

    Also. I thought the list of 100 non-fiction books was execrable.

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