Sunday, May 5, 2013

(Click "Like" If You're Against Extinction!)

  • Sorry for the bleggalgaze yesterday, in my defense (a) it needed be vented and (b) it's a tradition on the first slowest day of the week the first week of the Blog Days of Summer. There's more above.
  • Hey, help Zen win some money!
  • Today in Fine Metaphors Abounding: The Spanish are fond of seeing football through a political prism, with what happens on the field often said to mirror what happens off it. So when Real Madrid and Barcelona conceded eight goals between them in 24 disastrous hours, eventually getting knocked out of the Champions League, the joke was inevitable and came laced with a bitter sting. Under the right-wing Madrid-supporting prime minister José María Azna, the joke runs, Real Madrid won; under the left-wing Barça-supporting José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero, Barcelona won; and under the current incumbent, Mariano Rajoy, the Germans do. The shift in power is complete and so, too, is Spain's subjugation. Economic and political power was one thing, but now this. No Spanish teams reached the European Cup final and none even got so far as the quarter-final of the Europa League. The Germans, by contrast, have two European Cup finalists, full stadiums, cheap tickets, rude economic health ... they'll even have Pep Guardiola next season. What have Spain got?
  • Capitalism as protectionism.
  • The climate of capitalism.
  • Dennis the Peasant is 70 today.



A.E. Stallings

Now we’re all “friends,” there is no love but Like,
A semi-demi goddess, something like
A reality-TV star look-alike,
Named Simile or Me Two. So we like
In order to be liked. It isn’t like
There’s Love or Hate now. Even plain “dislike”

Is frowned on: there’s no button for it. Like
Is something you can quantify: each “like”
You gather’s almost something money-like,
Token of virtual support. “Please like
This page to stamp out hunger.” And you’d like
To end hunger and climate change alike,

But it’s unlikely Like does diddly. Like
Just twiddles its unopposing thumbs-ups, like-
Wise props up scarecrow silences. “I’m like,
So OVER him,” I overhear. “But, like,
He doesn’t get it. Like, you know? He’s like
It’s all OK. Like I don’t even LIKE

Him anymore. Whatever. I’m all like ... ”
Take “like” out of our chat, we’d all alike
Flounder, agape, gesticulating like
A foreign film sans subtitles, fall like
Dumb phones to mooted desuetude. Unlike
With other crutches, um, when we use “like,”

We’re not just buying time on credit: Like
Displaces other words; crowds, cuckoo-like,
Endangered hatchlings from the nest. (Click “like”
If you’re against extinction!) Like is like
Invasive zebra mussels, or it’s like
Those nutria-things, or kudzu, or belike

Redundant fast food franchises, each like
(More like) the next. Those poets who dislike
Inversions, archaisms, who just like
Plain English as she’s spoke — why isn’t “like”
Their (literally) every other word? I’d like
Us just to admit that’s what real speech is like.

But as you like, my friend. Yes, we’re alike,
How we pronounce, say, lichen, and dislike
Cancer and war. So like this page. Click Like.


  1. oh.. you had thoughts of that as well..with some' .. " lovely filth " .. . thought of .. when ..if.. posted his horses not wild.. saw as i came in from the lake and out ..and in and out .. of bodyablewalk in and of the night airing ..out , ,/ and you ? ,said the lady of the lake .. . in truth er eyes are blu'.. and hai' fro brun , and er skin the palest of not sun able .. of why now sitting quietly away /\from the .. ways that others over gather ..of out like too well worn land ) , then up like a flutte by' ..that so oddly makes heads spin .,even when the crow d is very busy , still they see er like er body is some how to' inviting in it's slenderiwav' , and of i suggested at over on l a's earlier , said the other ,oppos jo'al

  2. Seems like I made that same soccer (Ger v. Esp) point last week in a Comment.