No Thursday Night Pints for a second straight week - people are busy - and I'm busy today (and hope to play outside all weekend), but I want to point out a new blogroll over in the left column, Newest Gag. The plan is to add a new-to-me blog every day through May: the more Blegsylvania dies (and see how fewer and fewer bloggers keep blogging) the more I want to read new people. There are two there now, one for yesterday, one for today, so so far, goal met. I'll need raid some of your blogrolls, and I welcome suggestions of your favorites you've not seen mentioned here. Sure, it's attention-trolling, I admit daily I'm a slut when I can't be a whore, and I admit Kind is a form of passive aggression but also it can simultaneously be Kind. As always, if you're Kinding me but me not you please let me know.
- Archetypes of dissent.
- Survival tips from the gypsies.
- Rudeness as resistance.
- John Galt kills Texans.
- Richard Dawkins and the ascent of madness.
- Rockville puppy thief. $1200 for a puppy, ARE YOU FUCKING NUTS, go to a shelter, save a life.
- Mining the audio motherlode.
- On never getting published. Not trying guarantees it.
- Clark Coolidge.
- Milosz on Szymborksa. If you search Szymbosksa is the box top of this blog you can find a bunch of her poems.
FORSAKEN PEN I'LL FORGET
Reality be dashed I live in the quick
no bulk sat there funny things happen
those dark swimming ways architecture
hospitality a flesh wound the Duke of Earl
the real what's left when you don't sleep
even if you do or especially no prizes
those dispatches flakes off an iron bell
left on the avenue with the kliegs unsung
the tiny human esophagus what a conundrum
where memory is a lot of dead hair as a child
I held it to the light the world there
in those common toys breathing on the weights
measuring spoonfuls nothing to say
wide as the rest of the empty way