Push Your Face Toward November's Glint of Frost

• Let's get November 2011's Theme Song out of the way right now.
• Fuck Obama.
• Portrait of America in decline.
• The difference between. 
• The Great American Shakedown.
• What would Kurt Vonnegut say?
• Intro to an explanation.
• Now hear this.
• Stages of collapse, revised.
• A master class in occupation.
• Blanchot (for those of you who do) on Marx.
• Panopticon.
• The White House explains..... 
• Pastor Sanctimonious accepts inevitable, shovels horseshit. Do you know he pays someone to cut his hair that way?
• The Cain Scrutiny.
• Halloween is stupid; Halloween in Georgetown stupid x infinity.
  
• Another new painting from Earthgirl:

• I've got a secret and avant garde music.
• Paul Simon interview.
• The moderate man is contemptible.
• Comus. Not the Milton poem, not the MOCO village.
• Heaven in a black leather jacket.
• In the city in the rain.
• As you turn to go.
• You you you you.
• Karen O's new project.

AUBADE

Devin Johnston

A vacant hour
before the sun—
and with it a valve's 
pneumatic hush,
the deep and nautical
clunk of wood,
chanson du ricochet
of rivet gun,
trowel tap,
and bolt drawn—

the moon sets
and water breaks.

Curled within
a warm pleroma,
playing for time,
you finally turn
and push your face
toward November's 
glint of frost,
grains of salt,
weak clarities 
of dawn.