- Three hours of Bowie from midnight this morning.
- Forests proceed us, deserts follow.
- The Gutting of Dayton.
- The motherfucking rich.
- The dishonesty of a motherfucking resident scholar at the motherfucking American Enterprise Institute arguing against Obamacare: In a world of scarce resources, a slightly higher mortality rate is an acceptable price to pay for certain goals — including more cash for other programs, such as those that help the poor. Help the poor. A motherfucking resident scholar at the motherfucking American Enterprise Institute says Help the poor with a straight face.
- Thievery Corporation.
- Deleted extended self-scourging with reminder there is a reason 99.9% of posts on this shitty blog are tagged My Complicity.
- Today's monologue down in tags.
- Rick Pearlstein, phony centrism, and the strange attack on history.
- Understanding discrimination in the digital economy.
- Science and virtue.
- Maggie's weekly links.
- { feuilleton }'s weekly links.
- Is there DNA in earwax, tears, snot and/or shit?
- Charles Simic says goodbye to his friend Mark Strand.
- Danielewski interview.
- On the Marilynne Robinson essay on Poe. Starting Housekeeping today. I hope to be fair with it, but I worry I want to be wowed too much.
- Yes, I've posted the below Dean Young poem before. I like it.
ROMANTICISM 101
Dean Young
Then I realized I hadn’t secured the boat.
Then I realized my friend had lied to me.
Then I realized my dog was gone
no matter how much I called in the rain.
All was change.
Then I realized I was surrounded by aliens
disguised as orthodontists having a convention
at the hotel breakfast bar.
Then I could see into the life of things,
that systems seek only to reproduce
the conditions of their own reproduction.
If I had to pick between shadows
and essences, I’d pick shadows.
They’re better dancers.
They always sing their telegrams.
Their old gods do not die.
Then I realized the very futility was salvation
in this greeny entanglement of breaths.
Yeah, as if.
Then I realized even when you catch the mechanism,
the trick still works.
Then I came to in Texas
and realized rockabilly would never go away.
Then I realized I’d been drugged.
We were all chasing nothing
which left no choice but to intensify the chase.
I came to handcuffed and gagged.
I came to intubated and packed in some kind of foam.
This too is how ash moves through water.
And all this time the side doors unlocked.
Then I realized repetition could be an ending.
Then I realized repetition could be an ending.
