- Bowie's gonna be 65 tomorrow. You'll hear a bunch this weekend.
- I was going to try to read Graeber's Debt next, but who the fuck am I fooling. I've said this ad nauseum: I will read the prologues and intros and conclusions of non-fiction to get the author's thesis, I've no interest in the author's meticulous (or not) arrangement of selectively edited and compiled facts justifying his thesis when there are novels and poems I could be reading.
- Where did the money go?
- Madrick on how austerity is killing Europe.
- The fall of the Third Hungarian Republic.
- Talking about my comrades.
- I'm afraid of Americans.
- Ron Paul and the propriety of criticism.
- GOP mendacity.
- 2012 Obama fans shaping up to be worse than 2008's.
- I do have Tariq Ali's quick Idea of Communism which I hope to read this weekend as a sherbet between novels, then what? Beckett's Trilogy I'm not sure will work after Murakami, maybe Gass's Tunnel - it's on the 2012 reread schedule.
- Pound's Cantos for those of you who do.
- This is one of my ten most air-guitared songs ever:
FABLIAU OF FLORIDA
Barque of phosphor On the palmy beach, Move outward into heaven, Into the alabasters And night blues. Foam and cloud are one. Sultry moon-monsters Are dissolving. Fill your black hull With white moonlight. There will never be an end To this droning of the surf.