My apologies, tomorrow, not today, is a High Egoslavian Holy Day. I'm such a Herbert, I forgot to skip November 31st on my wristwatch, I didn't notice until December 8th, which I thought December 7th, I've never adjusted, this December being the shittiest December ever since the last until the next. I was convinced until last night that today was the 17th; it's not. So the choice: post a replay of my favorite post ever a day early or save it for tomorrow and employ silly ass Star Trek allusions today along with some links and songs and poems.
- Thursday Night Pints was Saturday Night Pints. What do you think we talked about? All the angles everyone else discusses we weighed both in combination with and against each other. No illuminating truths were revealed. All were in agreement absolutely nothing will change but for the worse.
- Witness the sanctimonious obliviousness of Garry Wills.
- UPDATE! Antidote for the above.
- UPDATE! Kuebiko.
- From Newtown to Kabul.
- The woes of an American drone pilot.
- The shameful exploitation of Bradley Manning.
- Defying gravity.
- Being terror.
- Thank you, teachers.
- Slaughter of the innocents.
- On the gun things I would just point out....
- Remembering a fuckwad.
- Fuck blooger.
- Yes, it's his birthday: Eight part one, Eight part two. Hello everyone.
THE ENVOY OF MR COGITO
Translated by Bogdana Carpenter and John Carpenter
Go where those others went to the dark boundary
for the golden fleece of nothingness your last prize
go upright among those who are on their knees
among those with their backs turned and those toppled in the dust
you were saved not in order to live
you have little time you must give testimony
be courageous when the mind deceives you be courageous
in the final account only this is important
and let your helpless Anger be like the sea
whenever you hear the voice of the insulted and beaten
let your sister Scorn not leave you
for the informers executioners cowards—they will win
they will go to your funeral and with relief will throw a lump of earth
the woodborer will write your smoothed-over biography
and do not forgive truly it is not in your power
to forgive in the name of those betrayed at dawn
beware however of unnecessary pride
keep looking at your clown’s face in the mirror
repeat: I was called—weren’t there better ones than I
beware of dryness of heart love the morning spring
the bird with an unknown name the winter oak
light on a wall the splendour of the sky
they don’t need your warm breath
they are there to say: no one will console you
be vigilant—when the light on the mountains gives the sign—arise and go
as long as blood turns in the breast your dark star
repeat old incantations of humanity fables and legends
because this is how you will attain the good you will not attain
repeat great words repeat them stubbornly
like those crossing the desert who perished in the sand
and they will reward you with what they have at hand
with the whip of laughter with murder on a garbage heap
go because only in this way will you be admitted to the company of cold skulls
to the company of your ancestors: Gilgamesh Hector Roland
the defenders of the kingdom without limit and the city of ashes
Be faithful Go