Saturday, April 14, 2012

why not merely the despaired of occasion of wordshed

Imagination dead imagine. I've thought hard why I resist Beckett when I love everything I read (I've watched the WfG I posted yesterday three times), it's dawned on me I'm so prone to be a mimic - I can tell in my writing if I've been reading Barth or Elkin or Pynchon or Ishiguro, I can tell in my thinking who I've been reading - I know how my mind works, I'm so prone to be a mimic I'm frightened of immersing in Beckett. Here's a sillyass Star Trek allusion - Tam Elbrun and Tin Man.

  • Stirrings still.
  • I've evolved: once I would have accused Hilary Rosen of deliberately provoking a shitstorm on the orders of Corporate - Dem Division to divert attention from motherfucking Obama betraying for the umpteenth-thousandth time one of his core liberal constituencies, and while it's true there's been little fury from the left beyond the gay, lesbian, transgender communities, it'd be silly to think Rosen got a phone call from Barack who said, say something nasty about Ann Romney, there's a good lackey.
  • Will this cause a minor shitstorm or be dismissed as the tripe it is?
  • Occupy as a political form?
  • Battle for the soul of Occupy?
  • How Occupy coopted MoveOn?
  • 99% Spring is a fraud? Inevitably, but I hadn't heard of the 99% Spring until five minutes ago.
  • There's still a Green Party?
  • Did you know Washington DC has a professional soccer team? It's true, they're playing in Ningland at 4pm, email and/or twitter along if you like.
  • It's interesting good and interesting bad that Ishiguro didn't sing to me this time like he has in the past.
  • Looking for the Endgame below, found this Endgame.


Samuel Beckett


why not merely the despaired of
occasion of

is it not better abort than be barren

the hours after you are gone are so leaden
they will always start dragging too soon
the grapples clawing blindly the bed of want
bringing up the bones the old loves
sockets filled once with eyes like yours
all always is it better too soon than never
the black want splashing their faces
saying again nine days never floated the loved
nor nine months
nor nine lives


saying again
if you do not teach me I shall not learn
saying again there is a last
even of last times
last times of begging
last times of loving
of knowing not knowing pretending
a last even of last times of saying
if you do not love me I shall not be loved
if I do not love you I shall not love

the churn of stale words in the heart again
love love love thud of the old plunger
pestling the unalterable
whey of words

terrified again
of not loving
of loving and not you
of being loved and not by you
of knowing not knowing pretending

I and all the others that will love you
if they love you


unless they love you


  1. Let Beckett be Beckett.

    It'd be less silly to believe Rosen got a call from Rove: "hey, we need to knock the dfh's off their 20% lead amongst the ladyfolk so say something outrageous we can artfully misinterpret and bring in the annermoney cavalry, that poor, longsuffering with MS, mrs."

    Seriously, let Beckett be Beckett.

    OH, and Go! the VW Uniteds!

  2. Y'all really don't get women at all, do you?