I got a call from my new season ticket sales rep at DC United yesterday. She wanted to introduce herself, see if I was happy with my tickets, with the team, and asked had I thought about renewing my season tickets for next year yet. We had a staff meeting yesterday, there's a good guy from the Science Library who always asks me about DC United as a polite conversation topic when we see each other, he has a passing interest in United himself, he asked me if I was enjoying this season, the team's run of success this year after so much suck last year. I have this bad habit: when not-loved-one's but decent people ask me questions I am self-centered enough to delude myself they actually care about my answers, want to hear what I really think, will be grateful I respect them enough to not hide my thoughts behind polite diplomacy, want more than rote nothings. Stupid me. Both the sales rep and my colleague from the Science Library quickly regretted asking me the questions and neither had the slightest idea what I was on about when I babbled about uniforms, standing and chanting at mercenaries, no longer wanting to play at tribal loyalties that infest my late-capitalist indoctrination. Sort of like here of late. Fine metaphors abound.
- Guess what band I fell asleep listening to and woke up with in my head.
- Better together? On Scotland. I confess again, I wasn't following this closely, though I followed enough to be surprised at the margin of the No victory.
- Two, three, many Scotlands.
- Depend Ants.
- Poor people prefer shit things, explains Cameron.
- In the ashes of civilization.
- References please.
- Abonilox retired Aboniblog, opened a new joint.
- Oh, we had our monthly visit from MOCO Animal Services. The officer said she will come back October 4th and as long as we can provide proof Napoleon is up-to-date on rabies shots he can break quarantine then. Now we get to start anguishing in full whether to let him outside again.
- Ben Lerner, for those of you who do.
- Ben Lerner, for those of you who do.
- the slowing, imperturbance, the contented inaccessible, the warmth available to you...
- A conversation with Aphex Twin (h/t).
- Click the Roxy Music tag for much more. MSADI5G, yo.
- A loved one says he digs Zagajewski so there's more Zagajewski below. See how this works?
- This particular poem, with the black cat, because of Napoleon news. See how this works?
1. without baggage
To travel without baggage, sleep in the train
on a hard wooden bench,
forget your native land,
emerge from small stations
when a gray sky rises
and fishing boats head to sea.
2. in belgium
It was drizzling in Belgium
and the river wound between hills.
I thought, I'm so imperfect.
The trees sat in the meadows
like priests in green cassocks.
October was hiding in the weeds.
No, ma'am, I said,
this is the nontalking compartment.
3. a hawk circles above the highway
It will be disappointed if it swoops down
on sheet iron, on gas,
on a tape of tawdry music,
on our narrow hearts.
4. mont blanc
It shines from afar, white and cautious,
like a lantern for shadows.
On the meadow a vast temple—
a wild animal
open to the sky.
Summer was gigantic, triumphant—
and our little car looked lost
on the road going to Verdun.
7. the station in bytom
In the underground tunnel
cigarette butts grow,
It stinks of loneliness.
8. retired people on a field trip
They're learning to walk
Eternity doesn't travel,
In a fishing port
only the gulls are chatty.
10. the theater in taormina
From the theater in Taormina you spot
the snow on Etna's peak
and the gleaming sea.
Which is the better actor?
11. a black cat
A black cat comes out to greet us
as if to say, look at me
and not some old Romanesque church.
12. a romanesque church
At the bottom of the valley
a Romanesque church at rest:
there's wine in this cask.
Light on the walls of old houses,
Passerby, open your eyes.
14. at dawn
The world's materiality at dawn—
and the soul's frailty.