Wednesday, December 17, 2014

The Egoslavian December 17 Post Since 2010!

Beefheart died four years ago today. Have I ever mentioned I love Beefheart? Innermost rotation My Silly Ass Deserted Island Five Game. The Blegsylvanian December 17 post since 2010. Most of the boatload of youtubes still work, many if not most of the links below and in links to links below don't. Fuck the it.

This paragraph is 2014: I mentioned Zappadan yesterday because one of it's originators, after a hiatus from all things Blegsylvanian, reappeared in Blogroll Moribund, and there are multiple issues and angles bleggalgazing I am sure to torture that will appear here or elsewhere soon enough (the below is a first draft) as a result, but I also mentioned Zappadan because I remembered today was the anniversary of Beefhearts's death, and, as I mention somewhere in the posts linked above, the connection between Zappa and Beefheart needs addressing. As for the bleggalgazing, this: Fellow Motherfuckers, be Kind.

  • America's apotheosis of women-hating.
  • A Neoliberal Spring.
  • Our nutcase elites. People have been commenting along the lines of imagine if North Korea had made a movie about assassinating Obama. A better line is imagine if North Korea had made a movie about assassinating a Republican president popular on his party's right.
  • The William Jefferson Clinton Prize for.....
  • Art and Capitalism, one more time....
  • We'll leave a light on.
  • Pasolini, for those of you who do.
  • End of the Year Reading Lists and PornIt isn’t so clear to me, however, why the aesthetic effect of porn and end-of-the-year reading lists should be so close to the same on me. I mean, masturbation can be a whole lot of fun and all, but there haven’t been (m)any times in my life where a real human woman has wanted to have sex with me but I thought I’d prefer to rub one out on my own. Books, on the other hand, though they lack many of the virtues of real humans, do have the substantive advantage that they are never too tired or too busy; they never have a headache; they never tell you that they are no longer attracted to you or were never attracted to you in the first place. I can’t have sex whenever I want, so masturbation, so porn. I can read whenever I want, so why don’t I? The substitutive function of pornography, in other words, is clear to me, while the substitutive function of reading about reading in a way that doesn’t feel like reading isn’t.
  • The Year at Off-Vesta.
  • Photos of people standing next to their televisions.
  • Anne Carson, for those of you who do.


Tom Raworth

joined harmonising the best
so it needn’t wait
phrase: the question are you sure?
hanging three feet off the ground
silent, absolutely quiet
headquarters – we travelled north
clawing back small shelter
hung with screaming
on the same rig
blended in enthusiasm
as the race approached
through cracks in snow
free-falling into mind
alive with brightness shivering
instantly into sleep
changed, re-formed
they run, they run
with madness into chutes
of changed values
all of them conventional
vibrations of division
dare to refuse the glass
lazily through long green
discrete landing sites
to a transmitting unit
over the protective line
wave patterns in space
form black against
sifted patches of moonlight
birds move in the dark
their faint contours
singing small notes
to the rhythm of a train
so empty at this hour
silence in between
contains the words
things whiz past
once more
the sound of calculation
by indirect means
receives its full due
along the wet pavement
human flesh
fallen in all directions
to fresh eyes
something to do with the sky
senselessly dishevelled
resolves and fixes
the foundation
desirable to guard against
relative soundness of approach
including human shapes
used by the dealer
connecting them
to a sense of common
unforeseeable properties of relics
considered in place
so deceptive
their firesides play
optimism for its object
without arousing
constitutional tradition
beyond the rules of the game
hailstones imagine
moist sea air
disordered beyond it rise
drearier philosophies
to resist retrogression
faster than anything
directly stimulating receptors
attention moves
many possible representations
inside the heart
decayed into blackness
fine details of the scene
creep along for years
hard to become
immune to a predator
silhouettes of participants
dangle in their own data
faint green clouds
in almost pure alcohol
calibrate the equipment
to assume a more personal form
susceptible to psychic influences
does not contempt breed
often in disguise?
slipping past a window
on communal stairs
into faded yellow
flashed with orange
slanting through smoke
swished into a perfect dome
dissatisfied when calm returns
centered around a food animal
mastery of areas
managed to neutralise
subjects into waves
to destroy communication
more easily on scanty pasture

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