I Have Even Forgotten His Name, That Messenger Who Came to Me with Tablespoons of Blue Lentils

So much for my manic good mood. If expanding the panopticon and routinizng torture aren't working it's proof there's not enough, if expanded panopticon and routinized torture work it's proof we need more.

• bin Laden won.
• Torture, fuck yeah.
• Mojo back. (Dig the redesign.)
• A million warbloggers cried out in rapture.
• Let's call it a day.
• War must go on.
• His body's on a slab and Ducky is poking it. NCIS: Season Premiere!
• He died for our sins.
• It's a miracle!
• Shameless credit vampire!
• The second as farce.
• Sparagmos.
• Also.
• Great day in the neighborhood.
• Additional thoughts.
• Hillary in Hell.
• YFWP.
• YFWP.
• Motherfucking pigs.
• A frothy mix of fecal matter and lube.
• By Thursday, at the latest, oinks and brays will have calcified exactly as you and I can predict, and OBL's death will be so one hundred years ago.

• Meanwhile, to the North.
• A final word on Ron Paul.
• My future hell.
• When I saw the headline I immediately though of Jimmy and Pam. That the address was N Summit Ave was serendipitous.
• Purple Line!
• Walter Johnson.
• Yay, Madaleno! my state senator.
• I will be crossing Negro Mountain often over the next four years.
• It always surprises me who deems me worthy and who doesn't. 
• New Vollmann.
• Idiot prayer.
• Love is swift arrows.
• Trouble every day.
• Day is done.
• Yes, Julianna Barwick again. Holyfuck.
• Still with me.

APOCALYPSE

Gerald Stern

Of all sixty of us I am the only one who went 
to the four corners though I don't say it
out of pride but more like a type of regret,
and I did it because there was no one I truly believed 
in though once when I climbed the hill in Skye
and arrived at the rough tables I saw the only other
elder who was a vegetarian--in Scotland--
and visited Orwell and rode a small motorcycle
to get from place to place; and I immediately
stopped eating fish and meat and lived on soups;
and we wrote each other in the middle and late fifties
though one day I got a letter from his daughter
that he had died in an accident; he was
I'm sure of it, an angel who flew in midair
with one eternal gospel to proclaim
to those inhabiting the earth and every nation;
and now that I go through my papers every day
I search and search for his letters but to my shame 
I have even forgotten his name, that messenger
who came to me with tablespoons of blue lentils.