Wednesday, September 21, 2011

A Caricature, a Swollen Shadow, a Stupid Clown of the Spirit's Motive

You are playing the song while reading this (if your motherfucking warmongering employer isn't hording motherfucking bandwidth), yes? I need admit I love these dependably regular and necessary cycles of bleggalgazed molting. I find blogging and Blegsylvania endlessly fascinating, you but especially me in it, watching me perform, what I allow myself to do, what I don't. The rules I set on myself, where they came from, if they're challengeable, it's fun! so much so I hereby, as Knez of Egoslavia, CWCF, proudly present the new flag of Egoslavia!


Delmore Schwartz

The heavy bear who goes with me,   
A manifold honey to smear his face,   
Clumsy and lumbering here and there,   
The central ton of every place,   
The hungry beating brutish one   
In love with candy, anger, and sleep,   
Crazy factotum, disheveling all,   
Climbs the building, kicks the football,   
Boxes his brother in the hate-ridden city.

Breathing at my side, that heavy animal,   
That heavy bear who sleeps with me,   
Howls in his sleep for a world of sugar,   
A sweetness intimate as the water's clasp,   
Howls in his sleep because the tight-rope   
Trembles and shows the darkness beneath.   
—The strutting show-off is terrified,   
Dressed in his dress-suit, bulging his pants,   
Trembles to think that his quivering meat   
Must finally wince to nothing at all.

That inescapable animal walks with me,
Has followed me since the black womb held,   
Moves where I move, distorting my gesture,   
A caricature, a swollen shadow,
A stupid clown of the spirit's motive,   
Perplexes and affronts with his own darkness,   
The secret life of belly and bone,
Opaque, too near, my private, yet unknown,   
Stretches to embrace the very dear
With whom I would walk without him near,   
Touches her grossly, although a word
Would bare my heart and make me clear,   
Stumbles, flounders, and strives to be fed   
Dragging me with him in his mouthing care,   
Amid the hundred million of his kind,   
The scrimmage of appetite everywhere.


  1. Nobody likes West Virginia.

    It's a nice place to take pictures, though.

  2. Nobody likes West Virginia except for the asshats who were calling Saturday's Unifugly/WVU game on ESPN.

    Rangers, you fecking Papist barstige!

  3. Does this mean that you're the Billy Idol of the interwebs?

    I could see how 500k would provide some mental ease, but what troubles is that Scots guy wrote about Celtic without mentioning sectarian violence. Talk about bad form.

    You're getting the new Pearl Jam.

  4. First of all, thanks for all the links. And you probably already know this, but the Two of a Perfect Trio show is in Phoenixville on Friday night. I saw the ABPT when they were here and can say that it would more than likely be worth the while. Julie Slick is one helluva bassist, and Tony Levin, well...