Before Fleabus' photographer went to college and there was a steady supply of new Fleabus photos I started every post here with a photo of Fleabus. I hadn't forgot, I just got tired of recycling the old photos once new photos stopped arriving. I'm not going to start again - new photos are not impending - but the positive feedback in comments, in pings, in emails, to Fleabus' reappearance makes me happy. The above was shot Thursday night. Yes I have Planet's permission to post it. In unhappy news, as I type this, the house on the lot behind our backyard is being razed so a motherfucking pop-up mcmansion can be built. I've never been an asshole neighbor, yet. Oh, before I forget:
The young don't know before 270 there was 70S. Plus >>Delayed Bleggalgazing<< not >>Deleted Bleggalgazing<< though I can certainly venture that yes, I've changed one of the link colors in the block because it's nicer to my eye, and I can certainly assert FUCK BLOOGER. Nothing you didn't know and condone long ago. From Graeber's Debt: The last 30 years have seen the construction of a vast bureaucratic apparatus for the creation and maintenance of hopelessness, a giant machine designed first and foremost to destroy any sense of possible alternative futures. At its root is a veritable obsession on the part of the rulers of the world - in response to the upheavals of the 60's and 70's - with ensuring that social movements cannot be seen to grow, flourish or propose alternatives. That those who challenge existing power arrangements can never under any circumstances can never be seen to win. Maintaining this illusion requires armies, prisons, police and private security firms to create a pervasive climate of fear, jingoistic conformity and despair. All these guns, surveillance cameras and propaganda engines are extraordinarily expensive and produce nothing — they're economic deadweights that are dragging the entire capitalist system down. (via) Not a bug, a feature. The most influential president of our time. To know what to do is not enough. Of course the rich won. Resistancies. Inappropriate writing. The best news I've heard in ages. New Robin Robertson poetry, new Rupert Thomson novel, new collection of essays by Hobsbawm, but still no news of a new Ishiguro. His plaything. The door. Meillassoux, for those of you who do. Butler, for those of you who do. Derrida, for those of you who do (h/t @timesflow).Only one piece today, but there's a Radulescu cascade in this blog's future. Try this listening experiment at home. Just released video for new Nick Cave song:
A LITTLE LANGUAGE
Robert Duncan
I know a little language of my cat, though Dante says
that animals have no need of speech and Nature
abhors the superfluous. My cat is fluent. He
converses when he wants with me. To speak
is natural. And whales and wolves I’ve heard
in choral soundings of the sea and air
know harmony and have an eloquence that stirs
my mind and heart—they touch the soul. Here
Dante’s religion that would set Man apart
damns the effluence of our life from us
to build therein its powerhouse.
It’s in his animal communication Man is
true, immediate, and
in immediacy, Man is all animal.
His senses quicken in the thick of the symphony,
old circuits of animal rapture and alarm,
attentions and arousals in which an identity rearrives.
He hears
particular voices among
the concert, the slightest
rustle in the undertones,
rehearsing a nervous aptitude
yet to prove his. He sees the flick
of significant red within the rushing mass
of ruddy wilderness and catches the glow
of a green shirt
to delite him in a glowing field of green
—it speaks to him—
and in the arc of the spectrum color
speaks to color.
The rainbow articulates
a promise he remembers
he but imitates
in noises that he makes,
this speech in every sense
the world surrounding him.
He picks up on the fugitive tang of mace
amidst the savory mass,
and taste in evolution is an everlasting key.
There is a pun of scents in what makes sense.
Myrrh it may have been,
the odor of the announcement that filld the house.
He wakes from deepest sleep
upon a distant signal and waits
as if crouching, springs
to life.
You do realize that now you're going to have to purchase both the stereo with the 16-foot speakers, and the complete Sears set of power tools.
ReplyDeleterandal, you are a curious male ..creature , remind me to show you a still of how this norwegian ice q ( not a gay man of the q ) , of how this ice q gets out of bedding in the morning .. . / blackd, .. stills.. from the film clip for planet would be nice
ReplyDeletei said stills of fleabus from that clip to send to your daughter would be nice because at that moment i was talking to one of my nieces on the phone, she is the same age as your daughter , and was reminded of when they set up something at her university last month to have dogs come visit like they do at hosp. and senior's homes , she keeps to herself like a boy (tomboy) , meaning that this isn't what we were talking about on the phone , but my mother told me a few weeks ago that she was the first in line for a dog visit
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