United won. I didn't go. I've been to one game this year. I can't imagine going again. I'm glad United is having a wildly successful year so that I know it's not suckful soccer that's killed United for me. That was the main reason I bought season tickets this year, so suckful was the soccer last year I couldn't be sure my damnlessness wasn't tainted by the suck. I had a pang of failure last night when someone tweeted that United had scored. It quickly passed. I'll not buy season tickets next year. Beyond all the nitpicky complaints I have against DC United the business - and FUCK YOU UNITED FOR CHANGING THE GAME TIME TO 7:00 FROM 7:30!, I want that half hour before the game, it's useless to me after - here is the sentence that needs typing so I don't need to keep thinking about typing it: I don't want to dress in uniform and stand and chant and scream for mercenaries as ludicrous mimicry and reinforcement of tribal patriotic loyalty any more. Evoking two mainstay gags: (1) No one asks me how I separate my soccer and politics anymore, and (2) fine metaphors abound.
- Some links from friends and others while they are fresh:
- A prophet of HaShem whose name was Oded: on Gaza.
- Democracy DOA: On Gaza.
- Going down in infamy: On Gaza.
- Posted before, but.... Mowing the lawn: On Gaza.
- The logic of Israeli violence.
- Motherfucking Americans. Remind me, which is the client state?
- Disgrace: What of the broader ‘international community’, in other words the United States/EU/Nato? They have backed Israel. As for the ideologues of the human rights industry, Samantha Power, the queen of ‘humanitarian interventions’, is the US rep on the Security Council and staunchly pro-Israel. Both the House and the Senate have unanimously written Israel a blank cheque; the French Socialist government banned demonstrations against the Gaza horrors in Paris on the grounds that they would encourage anti-semitism (not well received by French Jewish organisations who co-sponsored the march); the British Foreign Office is compliant as usual; the Germans too busy imposing sanctions against Russia while turning a blind eye to Gaza and refusing to accept that the Palestinians are the indirect victims of the judeocide the Third Reich unleashed during the Second World War and for which successive democratic governments in Germany have been paying ever since. The US satellite states in Eastern Europe have followed suit.
- Frances wins an assault vehicle in the lottery!
- Everything I love exists only in my mind.
- A twitter conversation about William Tyler led to a kind person recommending Hiss Golden Messenger to me.
- Which makes me think Hiss Shitty Mallenger. It has to do with Yale. Consider this a late birthday present, the one of you who gets this.
- aphra natley's pictures and the space therein.
- Whiffle Street.
- Shadows of a Thousand Years.
- Hamster sends along this Kate Bush Saturday Night Live clip.
- He also sends this, a video guide to live Kate Bush performances.
THE GOOSE FISH
On the long shore, lit by the moon
To show them properly alone,
Two lovers suddenly embraced
So that their shadows were as one.
The ordinary night was graced
For them by the swift tide of blood
That silently they took at flood,
And for a little time they prized
Then, as if shaken by stage-fright
Beneath the hard moon’s bony light,
They stood together on the sand
Embarrassed in each other’s sight
But still conspiring hand in hand,
Until they saw, there underfoot,
As though the world had found them out,
The goose fish turning up, though dead,
His hugely grinning head.
There in the china light he lay,
Most ancient and corrupt and grey.
They hesitated at his smile,
Wondering what it seemed to say
To lovers who a little while
Before had thought to understand,
By violence upon the sand,
The only way that could be known
To make a world their own.
It was a wide and moony grin
Together peaceful and obscene;
They knew not what he would express,
So finished a comedian
He might mean failure or success,
But took it for an emblem of
Their sudden, new and guilty love
To be observed by, when they kissed,
That rigid optimist.
So he became their patriarch,
Dreadfully mild in the half-dark.
His throat that the sand seemed to choke,
His picket teeth, these left their mark
But never did explain the joke
That so amused him, lying there
While the moon went down to disappear
Along the still and tilted track
That bears the zodiac.
His picket teeth, these left their markReplyDelete
But never did explain the joke
That so amused him
at his blog http://walkoffwin55.wordpress.com/2011/12/01/sea-life-in-new-england-waters/ chris sheridan has a couple of pictures of goose fish, but it is a different animal-named fish of which he says
I try to be very polite around Wolf Fish – and refrain from telling them jokes they don’t understand. Cause these things don’t know if you’re laughing with them or at them!
the first part of the poem reminds me of wes anderson's movie 'moonrise kingdom', which i would like to see again soon
Chris Sheridan's underwater pics are great.Delete
Nyah, nyah, Hamster, you missed me. The correct answer was "Rolling the Ball." No amplified and affected outrage for you, dearie.ReplyDelete
Proprietor: I cannot for the life of me remember the name of that card-sharp guy's sister. Amy? Ruth? Bathsheba? Miriam?
Alsotoo: agreed entirely on United, which did not make watching them pwn3ng Cancer Boy, The Foe, and all those other annoying high-profile Toronto twits any less fun. Also fun was CSN dedicating two thirds of its Capitals broadcast team to a United game. It involves putting things into a goal? Sure, Beninati can do it. Awesome sauce.
Amy was the kid sister, Leigh was the sister a year younger who once told me she would fuck me if I wasn't so stupid as to be friends with her brother. Lordy, she was cute. By the time I *did* hate her brother it was too late, she'd hooked up with someone else.Delete
Leigh is the one I couldn't remember. And we were all just fucking adorable back then.Delete
speaking of current events, billmon explains why the israeli cabinet can regard kerry as a traitorReplyDelete
Persian Parables by Alexander WatReplyDelete
By great, swift waters
on a stony bank
a human skull lay shouting:
Allah la ilah
And in that shout such horror
and such supplication
so great was its despair
that I asked the helmsman:
What is there left to cry for? Why is it still afraid?
What divine judgement could strike it again?
Suddenly a rising wave
took hold of the skull
and tossing it about
smashed it against the bank
Nothing is ever over
- the helmsman's voice was hollow -
and there is no bottom to evil.
(trans. Milosz and Nathan)
saw it at Zeitgeist Spam http://www.johnbr.com/
of last day ,of kate bushh , i was going to say as i looked in last .. pudding and plums for mistah, /and ..the clips will not play in this country where i live ..of your posts of clips there , .. where is your vinyl now blac' j. ? ,someth. off putting/pudding about all of these ways of clipping for other s to some how mis use ,/ i had her vinyl from/at the beginning of kate ., of brontes and ca broadcasting of how found out about ,early teens , i had a lot of unique vinyl,more than other girls , because of the bed sitting , then up dancing ways of my life , but in all the moving here long gone , a few tapes some where still , north ,near trees , under not an ivy but willow near , /thoughts of vinyl with the killing joke , and of the poem thoughts of a different shore and moon and grey of the lovely clouds at sun going down last night , such billowing layering grey lovely , oddly as i went out to talk with a neighbour lina about something of the orient .. . a different shoring of corruptReplyDelete
persian parables, supra, reminds me of bruce cockburn's 'you've never seen everything'