Blegsylvania is slowly dying, or: I again fall one short of making the final list, both in main post and in comments. Are you trying to be weird and willfully obscure? G asked me at Thursday Night Pints after K showed her this shitty blog on K's iPad. A digital friend told me earlier in the week he misses the overtly political, wishes I'd motherfucking Obama more, really wishes I'd balance that motherfucking Obama with the occasional sensible acknowledgement of motherfucking crackers. I had lunch yesterday with a bud who's both analog and digital, we mostly avoided bleggalgazing though we discussed - laughingly - recent bleggal catfights (an irony being, re: the above list, the participants will be forever - which in Blegsylvania is a week - linked). Well, I did say I'd killed the >>Deleted Bleggalgazing<< gag, hence this paragraph, so: I told G I write what makes me giggle; I said to digital friend I still motherfucking Obama when motherfucking Obama does something especially motherfucking Obamable, and as for motherfucking crackers, they're motherfucking Obama's best weapons, I'm tired of him using them against me; as for the conversation over lunch yesterday, the ride home on the Metro and subsequent hour on the elliptical at the club gave start to this paragraph. K said to G, it took me a while to find my level of fuck it. L said to G, he told me he thinks of each post as a poem. I've told other people that too.
- Yes, these are old poems, they fit this post, fine metaphors abound, there are multiple new ones in the works, when done they'll show up elsewhere.
- Adding to G, who is not reading this, she's your friend, K, pass this on or don't, nothing would be worse than my explaining the long history of the development of favorite obscure gags, yes? I mean more than I already do.
- On quitting.
- The human digital.
- Of course they do.
- Bested worsted.
- Here's a truth: I love Clark Coolidge's 88 Sonnets, love it, when you see one of his poems here it means I'm on my laptop, on which motherfucking Blooger will not let me cut and paste, I have to type the poems (I can cut and paste on the work PC - early in the morning, mind, before I've clocked in), sonnets aren't a pain in the ass to type.
- darkblack's Weekend Overnight celebrates James Brown's birthday.
- Gubaidulina (need Spotify).
- Yes, I've posted this Gubaidulina before, often, I love love love.
THE PRICE OF SO MUCH
He's in a state of pitch fuck
diurnal? secondary smoke Palooka
relaz have a Creosote there's guys
with aluminum tear ducts up there solid
I have caught the concrete and it does resound
well it's time we heard from someone and
these are the Streets of Shenanigan an endless
recording of closing doors has an air of finality
the andirons of cars? as Yellowstone goes
so goes the nation dipstick licorice and everything
not as if we all should get a free ride
those plates are soon empty of rutabagas too
the wishing well is now a lap pool last seen
warming hands on Mickey's Caldera
Blegsylvania is slowly dyingReplyDelete
Andrew Sullivan and Ann Althouse are skeptical.
Shit. Then it must be true.
Are you trying to be weird and willfully obscure?
Survey says yes?
" .. and oh , nice ..of finding out what b. does , like i had'nt al re a dy figured that one out ,/ of why ran dal graves is his main reader .. . as well,/ and ever y one else went out to the smoking lounge to get hig h in hi gh school , while a nne went off to read the brontes/and wonder about their brother , and fold paper on a stair in the library " .. substance .ca .. .ReplyDelete
and "and no..it's not four am where we are , that's mc grav.. west coasting ... . ,it is a fine early hour here ,. . now out to pluck fleurs wee ..to eat .. as always , lov' "ReplyDelete
Lordy, don't make me prove how weird and willfully obscure I can be. Besides, see calligraphy.ReplyDelete
is thunder .. . the lord ' ? and is he joining you for monk .. ? / i oddly came back to a.. boat load/galley filling ..of calls from profs from uoft last night ,after my lovely loner wander, ..asking me to join them at a gallery down on q ..by the qew /lake ..this evening ,not to worry , i know them all ..but one .. . ,said now dancing as sh' does . .. while sh' dusts and prepares 'er fans ... in , a 'pare to your elliptical pol ka, my "beauty " ballet and rasta .. tow er ingReplyDelete
My people do the elliptical at the gym. I forgot I knew people who did it at the club.ReplyDelete