Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Green Knows That This Other Cat Is an Hallucination

Via Duncan, somebody named Graham E. Fuller in his new book (which I saw on the new book shelf, held in my hands last week for the seconds it took to read the cover, back, and inside-flaps then put it down), A World Without Islam:

There is a further irony here: How can a nation like the US, which expresses such powerful outpourings of patriotism and ubiquitous unfurling of the flag on all occasions, seem quite obtuse to the existence of nationalism and patriotism in other countries? Washington never fared very well in the Cold War in understanding the motives and emotions of the nonaligned world; it dismissed or even suppressed inconvenient local nationalist aspirations, thereby ending up pushing a large grouping of countries toward greater sympathy with the Soviet Union. This was a kind of strategic blindness ...

What? America's not "obtuse to the existence of nationalism and patriotism in other countries," America pisses its fucking pants at "the existence of nationalism and patriotism in other countries." Gleefully.

America adores rabid nationalism and patriotism in The Other, and here's the thing, it does exist. Charles World's Shittiest Human Krauthammer should be scared of the Iranian Charles World's Shittiest Human Krauthammer who's scared of ours, and both are just motherfucking propagandists who believe the other is every bit as shitty as himself and !!!, maybe more! Corporate may not weep at the crude sentimentality of their marketing (I think they do), but they're pantsful convinced of the assholosity of their opposite assholes, and they're certainly correct to fearmonger the other camps' nationalism and patriotism to their camp's sanctimoniously fearmongering nationalists and patroits as compliance grease.

Possibly the worst team in MLS history will finish their season this Saturday night in Jaime Moreno's last game for United and I'm getting one of those posters and I have every intention of framing it and hanging it and who am I kidding, I'll rediscover the rolled-up tube crumpled and water-damaged under my front-seat sometime in late March, two weeks before the home-opener, the first ticket in next year's season's happily purchased coupon book. I know how I'm worked, and if I don't like it it seems I don't not like it enough. I'll be wearing black. No one asks me anymore how I separate my politics and my soccer.

  • Yay! When we first wrote about Bryan Ferry’s forthcoming solo effort Olympia, I put the “solo” in square quotes because the 10-song collection includes a number of guests — Nile Rodgers, David Gilmour, Groove Armada, Scissor Sisters, Marcus Miller, Flea, Mani, Jonny Greenwood. That, and old Roxy Music folks Brian Eno, Phil Manzanera, and Andy Mackay. You get some of those bigger names on this pretty cover of Tim Buckley’s “Song To The Siren.” There are plenty of guitars — Manzanera, Gilmous, Greenwood, and Oliver Thompson all contribute. You’ll also spot Eno, with Colin Good, on synths. Then come the strings. Kate Moss on the cover. And, impressively, none of this feels overdone. Hear that new song at link! Love love love. Love.
  • Capitalism. I guarantee that in seven years of blegging I've never - and will never - post a Rolling Stones song.
  • In which Alton Brown and Kings of Leon simultaneously forfeit my good will and win my good will.
  • All stood still.
  • Return of Darkblack's Sunday Overnight
  • Gonna get along without you now.
  • Our riotous defects.


    August Kleinzahler

    Green first thing each day sees waves—
    the chair, armoire, overhead fixtures, you name it,
    waves—which, you might say, things really are,
    but Green just lies there awhile breathing
    long slow breaths, in and out, through his mouth
    like he was maybe seasick, until in an hour or so
    the waves simmer down and then the trails and colors
    off of things, that all quiets down as well and Green
    starts to think of washing up, breakfast even
    with everything still moving around, colors, trails,
    and sounds, from the street and plumbing next door,
    vibrating—of course you might say that's what
    sound really is, after all, vibrations—but Green,
    he's not thinking physics at this stage, nuh-uh,
    our boy's only trying to get himself out of bed,
    get a grip, but sometimes, and this is the kicker,
    another party, shall we say, is in the room
    with Green, and Green knows this other party
    and they do not get along, which understates it
    quite a bit, quite a bit, and Green knows
    that this other cat is an hallucination, right,
    but these two have a routine that goes way back
    and Green starts hollering, throwing stuff
    until he's all shook up, whole day gone to hell,
    bummer . . .
                     Anyhow, the docs are having a look,
    see if they can't dream up a cocktail,
    but seems our boy ate quite a pile of acid one time,
    clinical, wow, enough juice for half a block—
    go go go, little Greenie—blew the wiring out
    from behind his headlights and now, no matter what,
    can't find the knob to turn off the show.


    1. Please have a fun maybe! When you're yes I'll listen.

    2. I have no idea whether Donald Fuller is a Good Person or a Bad Person; simply by writing a book with the word "Islam" in the title, he drew only two one-star reviews from tendentious Islam-haters, which seems to me to be about the price of admission. And without the context of reading the rest of the book--which I won't, because I'm far too shallow to give up that sort of time--I probably don't know what I'm talking about.

      Out of context, though, and given only what you quoted above, I think you're missing the obvious and likely possibility that both things are true and "America" is just fucking batshit insane and conflicted.

      As to anarchism...really? Jeebus, that's some juvenile horseshit, there. Enjoy the deep woods, moonbeams, and have a lovely time sharing them with your Teatard soulmates.

    3. I thought I *did* say both sides are batshit insane. I'll be clearer next time.

      I think of anarchism as I think of marxism: both excellent diagnostic tools, neither possible as cure.