Theme Song Ten

Newly designated, I can't believe I had no Beefheart, fixed that.

Thanks to Jim for tweeting and Landru relaying this on Frownland last night.

I discover I can't remember all the other nine (not by clicking tags or using search) so I clicked tags and used search.


Nine:
 


     
                                                   
Eight:
 


   
             
Seven
         
*I Wanna Destroy You* by The Soft Boys, removed from youtube by somebody, there is one that has WW2 images behind it, fuck that, and the song was tarnished when used as sound on a Subway commercial anyway, so here, now, spur-of-the-moment woke-up-w-it-in-my head newly designated Theme Song Seven:
           


         
                             
Six



                 
         
Five:
               
Also official Egoslavian Bleggalgazing Anthem and the single youtube posted more than any other on this shitty bloog all versions by a factor of many:
               
         
             
               
Four
   


                 
                                   
Three

       

               
                         
Two
 


                   
                               
One: 

The Last Thought That You Think Today Has Already Happened

New Lambchop! holyfuck, with a new album coming in March.

• New album album cover, who the hell takes selfies and posts them sideways?
• I'll tell you who, the guy who was going to post one today before discovering there's new Lambchop.
• 131 miles on foot the two weeks from Sunday November 25 through Sunday December 9 and Monday December 10 my ankle tendons said stop, it's like being thrown down stairs, I have a photo of my mood, I was going to post it sideways but discovered first there's new Lambchop.
• My ankle tendons say stop today; fuck my ankle tendons, effing fine metaphors abounding.
• Serendipity Be Blessed, I would have listened to Lambchop anyway, it's this mood's medicine.

We've Been Living - I Think - in a Kind of Drowning Light

38 years ago about 11:15 PM EST last night I was 21, lying in bed, tripping, blissed, happy, with Audrey H...., listening to WGTB when the announcer broke in to say John Lennon had been shot and killed. Seems silly to say now, but it was the biggest KABOOM! of my life at the time, and if I no longer need to play The Beatles or listen to Lennon solo except on Holy Days because I can hear any song I want at any time in my head I still remember the KABOOM!

 

• The view of Paris from London. 
• I saw a tweet from the head of Clinton Inc scold progressives for cheering the Yellow Vests protesting a carbon tax - Climate Change, don't you know, actions against - because it's the poorest, with no jobs or jobs that barely pay, can solve Climate Change economics by taking food out of their mouths to put in their gas tanks to get to their janitor jobs in the high-rise condos of the global elite.
• I am telling you three times, Republicans and their cracker idiots, sure, but motherfucking Democrats of the world and their idiots are charged by the global elite with ensuring the death of us all.
• Socialism and Ecology.
• Who the elite fear: If one feature of any truly revolutionary moment is the complete failure of conventional categories to describe what’s happening around us, then that’s a pretty good sign we’re living in revolutionary times.
• Who needs a phrygian hat when you have a 4 Iron? I can never quite believe what I know to be true: that the so called “liberal-left” press – using liberal in the American sense – is actually a neo-liberal conservative press. The conflict between image and reality is hard for me to fully comprehend. These machines pump out the propaganda: that reform, which is actually the long delayed reaction to previous reforms, is “necessary”; that an austerian rhetoric that has failed for the past ten years is the only economics we need to consider; that globalisation, with the pressure on the working class and the insane inequality that it aggravates, is our no alternative, we are socially liberal one stop shop; etc. The rule seems to be, if the press is solidly behind gay marriage, and is also solidly behind making sure that gay partners have less health care, education, and public resources, that the factories they work in our shipped to lower labor ports of call, and the infrastructure that they rely on is benignly allowed to decay, well then, the press has done its job as socially liberal, nay, progressive!
• A cure for metaphor-blindness.
• Dreams of a Rabbit Fiend.
• I walked by the Dakota a week ago today in NYC on Central Park West, does Yoko still live there?
• Did not walk down to Strawberry Fields, saw the sign, no.
• Maggie's weekly links.
• When Galaxie 500 covered Yoko &John.
• 500 Glass Negatives.
• { feuilleton }'s weekly links. 
• Actinism is the property of solar radiation that leads to the production of photochemical and photobiological effects. Actinism is derived from the Greek ακτίς, ακτῖνο.
• Remember this.
• The End of Endings.
• Mac Low and Rothenberg and Mac Low's Light Poems.
• Mac Lows's Light Poems, one of my treasures, I don't know if it's still available but if you want one and I like you let me know:

58TH LIGHT POEM: FOR ANNE TARDOS -- 19 MARCH 1979

Jackson Mac Low

I know when I've fallen in love       I start to write love songs
Love's actinism turns nineteens to words & thoughts in love songs
as your "A" & the date made "actinism" enter this love song 
                      
Also I seem to start dropping punctuation
My need for punctuation lessens     like some people's need for sleep
My need for sleep lessens too     but later I fall on my face
Lack of punctuation doesn't catch up with me like lack of sleep
It doesn't make me fall on my face 
                                 
So bright the near noon light   the toy photometer twirls   in
the sunlight slanting in from southeast thru the southwest window
the stronger the light the faster the light motor turns
diamond vanes' black sides absorb   white sides radiate photons
See it go 
                       
A "42" draws the northern lights into the song
as yesterday into the Taggart Light Poem twice they were drawn
as "aurora borealis" & "aurora"   by "A"'s & by numbers
There they seemed eery & threatening   Here they seem hopeful
as they seemed when last I saw them   over the Gulf of St. Lawrence
cold euphoric after making love wondering
at swirling curtains & sudden billows lighting the sky northwest 
     
I remember their evanescent light as neutral or bluish white
I remember the possibility of yellow the improbability of red
not like Bearsville's rose & blood sky twenty-five years before
Now these memories mingled with pictures' descriptions'
project on inward skies idiosyncratic northern lights
that only exist while I'm writing these lines for Anne
Even the next time I read them the lights they arouse will be different 
                  
Nineteen sheds a tranquil light on our love song thru your "T"
Our love's tranquil light revealed by 19 & by T
is turned by 15 to an aureole tipping an "A"
The "A" becomes your face The aureole grows 
    
Relucence from my face glows back on yours 
                  
A telephone bell can deflect & dissipate my light
The deflected light is lost to poem & person
I turn my telephone off these days to help ordinary light breed poems 
                       
The sun is so bright on my desk now   except on the typewriter keys
that there's no need for the light of the student lamp placed to
      shine on the paper 
                          
But now       five hours later       the lamp's       the only light
& I begin the poem's       "astrological"       section 
            
                               II 
                    
Acetylene light may be what Virgo needs to see the "pattern
except that for him this is something" he will
only acknowledge if it can be seen in natural light 
             
Can we gain new light from astrology that ubiquitous superstition
You Sagittarius Woman     Me Virgo Man
What "can happen between them is a" mazing
a dizzying     a stupefying or dazing     a crazing
a great perplexing     bewildering     amazing
forming a maze of something or making it intricate
being bewildered     wandering as in a maze
What has happened between them is amazing 
                      
What is happening between us is amazing
more intense & vivid than electric arc light     tremendous light
brighter than acetylene light friendly as reading lamp light
"But a young Sagit-
tarian need have no qualms about taking on a
man considerably her senior if he is a "Virgo"
Rand's random digits underline our case
in this lovely silly optimistic sentence 
                         
We've been living     I think     in a kind of drowning light 
                 
"He reaches the age of forty At anything less than that age
he is not even a possible for a Sagittarius"
Me Virgo Man You Sagittarius Woman
Orgone radiation flimmers between us
our curious safety light 
                  
"What can happen between them is superb
Something he has spent half his life dreaming about
At last it has come true" O ingratiating
astrological light may you never prove false
even to one who has often decried you as no light
but superstitious darkness natural light would dispel
or the electric arc light of empirical science 
                  
The way I'm writing this poem's like using
trichromatic artificial radiance
not as decorative light     in place of
ordinary solar radiation     as you photographers do 
                  
Before I was forty "not even a possible for a Sagittarius"
now I'm sixteen over the line & safe with you 
                     
"Her     but a young Sagittarian need have" none    
     "qualms" have no basis
Are we dreaming     Is this Virgo Man still dreaming
as "he has spent half his life"     they say     "dreaming"
"Sagittarian & Virgo"
"The pattern is perfect"
The poem is over

A Train of Brake Lights Extending?

Rest in Peace, Pete Shelley.

• 63. Fuck I love that song.
• Dietles.
• Psst. Beto the Stalking Horse.
• Eureka v Insignificance.
• I miss walking Manhattan.
• Hey, bartender!
• Psst. Beto the Beard.
• Book of Hell.
• Marc Elrich has been Moco Exec for 72 hours, where are the fucking gulags?
• The problem with internet metaphors.
• Psst. The betoing coming, the sound of professional Democrats drowning sound from the left, betoing.
• Antidote.
• The guy I was in 1981 thought this song a life song, thinks so today:

           
13 QUESTIONS FOR THE NEW ECONOMY

Susan Briante

On the side of the road, white cardboard in the shape of a man,
           illegible script. A signpost with scrawl: Will pay cash for 
              diabetes strips.
    
A system under the system with its black box.                     Disability hearing?
a billboard reads. Trouble with Social Security? Where does the riot begin?
    
Spark of dry grass, Russian thistle in flames, or butterflies bobbing
as if pulled by unseen strings               through the alleyway.
            
My mother’s riot would have been peace. A bicycle wheel
              chained to a concrete planter. What metaphor
     
              can I use to describe the children sleeping in cages in 
                  detention
centers? Birds pushed fenceward by a breeze? A train of brake lights
         
extending? Mesquite pods mill under our feet
on a rainless sidewalk. What revolution            will my daughter feed?
     
A break-the-state twig-quick snap or a long divining            as if
for water? A cotton silence? A death?                 Who will read this
     
in the next economy, the one that comes after the one that kills us?
What lessons will we take from the side of the road? A wooden crucifix,
     
a white bicycle, a pinwheel, a poem
waiting to be redacted:                         Which would you cross out?

Jot It Down and I Stuck It In The Basement

• Sometime yesterday afternoon this version of blog got its 1,500,000th pageview.
• I don't know how my free blogging platform counts pageviews and what that number even represents, but none of the pageviews are mine
• - my free blogging platform permits me block my views or I'd have passed this milepost years ago - 
• so thank you very much.
• Yes! I widened margins a bit, might but mightn't...
• Theme Song: 

My Year in Chelsea

Chelsea Michigan, October 22, 2018 ⇧

Chelsea NYC, December 2, 2018 ⇩