Here's a playlist from my friend Mr Alarum. Consider this the initial offering of a new Saturday feature: you too can submit a playlist for a Saturday and/or Sunday. Please send me the links - I'm more than happy to play your list, I'm not going to do your research, please and thanks. Arcade Fucking Fire and The Motherfucking Doors will not be allowed: other than that, all will be permitted until I say it's not. All flavors encouraged!
K's friend A at Thursday Night Pints teaches communications theory at C in Maine, occasionally posts to two or three of the blogs of online journals in Because Left and Feedless, so much bleggalgazing ensued once the motherfuckering of Obama was dispensed with, though the motherfuckering of Obama itself as blog act and blog act as political act was discussed. Whose mind do I think I'm changing, since it's no one's, why do I think I'm yodeling, both me as particular and me as general. The decaying and geriatric state of Blegsylvania, not just blooging but twooting and other digital deadends, not only how it doesn't affect the change I advocate but acts to reinforce the paradigms and hierarchies of what it pretends to protest against and yadda. How we eagerly contribute to our surveillance, I haven't said that enough here lately. Do I see myself blooging a year from now, will it look like what I'm doing now, and yadda. Why I bleggalgaze on dead Saturdays in the deadest weeks of the Blog Days of Summer. Also too etc and yadda.
- It's a rich man's world.
- Frank interview by Moyers.
- Rhetorical convergence.
- Immigrant song.
- Giving Marx some credit.
- If you haven't already, please give to WFMU documentary.
- 79mm x 79mm.
- I finished Mantel's Bringing Up the Bodies and the meh is on me. I'm not in a reading slump. but how I read and how I enjoy reading fiction has changed, I worry it's not a good thing. Clarice Lispector has been recommended to me by at least four people in the past year, I have her novella The Hour of the Sun on my desk, I've 200 pages left in my rereading of Mason & Dixon (the meh is on me), I'll try Lispector next.
- Resources for Bloomsday.
- This piece on prose poetry has a photo of a guy teeing on hole nine, metal tee, Druid, Baltimore.
while people scream at each telephone call
several fat boys in bed play pinball
and their mothers are summoned to pay a fee
the children naturally want to see
and we can't deny them the burlesque show
since we've already promised to let them go