Our language has not yet caught up with the political phenomenon that is emerging in Zuccotti Park and spreading across the nation, though it is clear that a political paradigm shift is taking place before our very eyes. It’s time to begin to name and in naming, to better understand this moment. So let me propose some words: “political disobedience.”
I didn't hear about the police action at McPherson Square until past six last night; I was on Sugarloaf. I would have been there taking photos if I'd known, but let me be clear: I would have done everything in my power, including moving the fuck out of the way if a cop in riot gear told me to get the fuck out of the way, to avoid arrest, not only because I owe too many creditors too much money, not only because I'm only pissed at potentially losing privileges I assumed were mine by birthright, not only because I believe in the uselessness of protest to genuinely alter the re-feudalization now inevitable by and out of control of our bankrupt warlords' craven greed (I do believe in the usefulness of the protests to further accelerate the implementation of our bankrupt warlords' daydreams of police state), but all three plus I can't find the language to imagine any other outcome than the slow and grim and inevitable re-feudalization.
- Occupy Portland.
- More Occupy Lincoln Center.
- Sasha did this two weeks ago.
- Theory and event.
- Moral relativism.
- Occupy drones.
- Fuckface Hiatt.
- Also, motherfucking crackers.
- Also, motherfucking Israeli crackers.
- Quaranta retires.
- Omensetter's Luck reading group. I'll follow along but probably not play as I am not worthy, I read the novel within the past year, and my reading slump is slowly but finally unclenching with the help of Murakami's 1Q84.
- Breakfast with Kissinger.
- Woke up with Bonnie Prince Billy in my head for the umpteeth thousandth time ever.
- The song at the bottom is one of dozens of my five favorite songs ever.
- The southside of the world.
This is ridiculous
said the literary old woman
nobody gives us any respect
the young in one another's arms
are talking on their ipods
the politicians are lying through their teeth
and our husbands are taking a nap
this is ridiculous
said the tulip
all those genetically altered blossoms
those stupid long-lived orchids
that are practically plastic
and those fancy designer grasses
getting more market share
this is ridiculous
said the dog
now they not only have to walk me
they have to rush up with their
sanitary plastic bags
what is it but old-fashioned