Clause of Claws

No Thursday Night Pints, bad week work-wise, grippe-wise, work-wise, and husband-wise respectively. Somebody would have mentioned Feingold or I would have, somebody would have mentioned Santorum or L would have, somebody would have mentioned the latest Hilltop gossip or K would have, somebody would have mentioned I'd sure write and read more if I stopped blogging or D would have. Once the first person bailed the rest of us quickly OKed. Fun gets old too.

Re: Feingold - tells me Obama's election is cake. Cake. I wonder what Cabinet position Feingold's been promised in Obama's second term, if he's been offered an audition for heir apparent.





A friend reminded me last night it's be a year or so since I ran my Official Autoblogography, so here it is again. Also, my apologies: I have so hopelessly fucked-up with my incompetence the coding to this blooger site, if you want to see the expanded version of last night's poem, which I assumed was expandable on this fucking blog but wasn't, it's over at the backward blog where it is expandable.

• Symposium on Graeber's Debt.
• Two opposing views of POTUS 12 here and here.
• GOP candidate update.
• Obamadickswinger.
• Category error.
• Which is worse, that he's lying, that he believes what he's saying?
• Pastor Sanctimonious: incoherently hysterical or hysterically incoherent?
• The Iranian threat.
• Drone wars as way of life.
• Fatfuck Thiessen complains that drones prevent torture.
• Baboons on the loose.
• Hey, Michel Foucault! (Thanks, AYV)
• Oh, heard another radio commercial yesterday, this one for Capital One Bank - a dweeb is bragging to the She-Bitch who dumped him at the prom about the points he accrues using his Capital One credit card. He tells the She-Bitch that he's earned enough points to take his yoga-instructor wife - she's very fit, She-Bitch, because of the yoga, he emphasizes - on a vacation to Hawaii flying first class. Did you know, She-Bitch, that seats in first class are made of supple leather? Know what the leather smells like, She-Bitch? Victory, that's what.
• Yay Maryland!
• Rescue cat saves owner's life. Adopt a cat today!
• In which we learn the world will be taken over by cats.
• A poetics of radical evil.
• Literature in times of crisis.
• Map of the Voyage of the Pequod.
• Sun and Necessity.
• If you dig Zeppelin, try this Janacek.

FORECLOSURE

Lorine Niedecker

Tell'em to take my bare walls down
my cement abutments
their parties thereof
and clause of claws

Leave me the land
Scratch out: the land

May prose and property both die out
and leave me peace