- The value of human life.
- The wrong side of history.
- Water everywhere.
- Time of death.
- Cruel and usual.
- Boom, for real.
- Inequality if FAKE.
- Instruments of evil.
- Alliances and obfuscations.
- Home invasions.
- Growing old or not.
- Derrida for those of you who do.
- Purple Line.
- REM found their river. I liked but never loved REM.
- Irwin's first air-break addresses the REM break-up.
- Remembering REM. I do remember when REM was influential, and if their music didn't age well with me, that doesn't diminish their early influence.
- Nick Cave is fifty-four today. This is this shitty blog's Bleggalgazing Anthem:
trouble with spain
I got in the shower
and burned my balls
met this painter called Spain,
no, he was a cartoonist,
well, I met him at a party
and everybody got mad at me
because I didn’t know who he was
or what he did.
he was rather a handsome guy
and I guess he was jealous because
I was so ugly.
they told me his name
and he was leaning against the wall
looking handsome, and I said:
hey, Spain, I like that name: Spain.
but I don’t like you. why don’t we step out
in the garden and I’ll kick the shit out of your
this made the hostess angry
and she walked over and rubbed his pecker
while I went to the crapper
but everybody's angry at me.
Bukowski, he can’t write, he’s had it.
washed-up. look at him drink.
he never used to come to parties.
now he comes to parties and drinks everything
up and insults real talent.
I used to admire him when he cut his wrists
and when he tried to kill himself with
gas. look at him now leering at that 19 year old
girl, and you know he
can’t get it up.
I not only burnt my balls in that shower
last Wednesday, I spun around to get out of the burning
water and burnt my bunghole
So, all those right-to-life types couldn't wait to execute someone again?ReplyDelete
Buck up, champ!ReplyDelete
Thanks for the link.
Since I'm not officially a librarian, it's okay to ask me my major, I had planned on saving the blood eagle for later, anyway.ReplyDelete
You need to listen to more metal.
Heh, I never said I wasn't *enjoying* my comprehensively vile mood. I already feel it slipping away. DAMN!ReplyDelete
Jeebus, even the title of the Derrida post is bullshit. I want to dig up Derrida's corpse just to punch the motherfucker.ReplyDelete
Recovering librarians are fine. But rare.
Also: that pome is effing awesome. I mean, it's prose that's only poetry because some sophist asshole broke up the phrasing and claims there's meaning in that. But it's still an awesome story. And if the storyteller wants to call it poetry, whathefuckever.
I will accept fan mail at email@example.com.
Oh by the way, I've been meaning to suggest a possible solution to your occasional hit-publish-instead-of-save problem (if you're interested), which is when you start writing a post to change the publication date to tomorrow, so that if you do accidentally hit publish it'll just get queued, rather than actually publishing. Then, when you're done writing, change it back to today. Ya?
(Of course, if doing that would eliminate the chance for some enjoyable complaining, then don't even think of doing it.)
Thanks! Randal made the same suggestion and I've used it without fucking up twice already! And heh, the world is full of things to enjoyably complain about.ReplyDelete
But yes, I've bucked up and the vile mood has dissipated (listening to Irwin's monologues between sets is curative). Damn!
Damn that Randall! Always steppin' on my toes.ReplyDelete
Fuck bucking up.ReplyDelete
Bukowski -- The only poet I actually recognize. I recognized Ferlinghetti once, but he feels outdated.