You've Broke Your Own Sto

Rest in Peace, Don Joyce. Negativland gets plenty of play here.

Two very good interviews appeared yesterday, David Thomas (whose music occupies one of two permanent seats in My Sillyass Deserted Island Five Game) and William Vollmann (whose novels would be in the innermost circle of rotating authors if I played My Sillyass Deserted Island Five Game with novelists which, thank Baal, I don't, mostly). Please remember, as in Thomas' music and Vollmann's novels, while what both are saying in the interviews is true on one level, on other levels each is dicking with you.

VOLLMANN: 

Whom would you want to write your life story?

Sappho.

THOMAS:

And here you are after 40 years, a truly influential, seminal band.

Everything I’ve done has been a failure. 

Is that why your new box set is called Elitism for the People 1975-1978 (3)? Would you have liked Ubu to have been massively successful? 

Of course! Are you insane? We don’t sit around thinking: “How can we do stuff that nobody’s going to like?” We’re a pop band. We’re just not a very good pop band! That’s the fundamental problem. We’re too self destructive. We get really close at times and then we flip off, because we can’t be bothered to go with the whole thing. If I was massively successful, you have no concept of how dangerous I could be.

• Siegfried has returned as twitter avatar. 24 hours without was 23 more than I thought I could take. (The returning Siegfried comes with red aura, btw.)
• UPDATE! Arthur Silber's Loss, and Rededication.
• Tired of bleeding.
• Cimmerian Hypothesis.
• The Democratic nomenklatura and #BlackLivesMatter.
• The life and death of the political author.
• What Tom did on his summer vacation.
• What is "not writing"?
• The inhabitants of the street impressed me peculiarly.
• WWE Stalin-airbrushes out the Hulkster, brother. Whatcha gonna do when Vince McMahon airbrushes you!
• Reminder: motherfucking Inevitability.
• Excellent site for streaming recent comtemporary music.
• Sally Timms on The Mekons and poetry.
• Shoot me: Ride plays 930 on Sept 17 and Jesus & Mary Chain on Sept 27. Um, no.
• However, Destroyer is playing 930 on October 5, and that's a YES!
• Alice Notley's witheringly brilliant poem on MFA programs (posted today because I remembered it after finding it while looking for another Notley poem).

I SUPPOSE THIS IS ALL A LEFTHAND PATH

Alice Notley

Detective Hardwood looks like Batman this morning

pouty cupidy mouth

and a lot of black sculptural clanking

the statuary in my mortuary,

the Masonic Hall having burned again in dreams

but everyone still keeps skipping towards it

it's a hollow a round shell

my life as the shape of the ways I've been fucked

by prevailing thought & practice

all the conscious and unconscious sexisms

selfishnesses affluences assumptions suppressions in drift

GET   RID   OF   ALL   CONTROLS—is what the Soul keeps screaming.

____________________

I look up someone grins

you're a bloody feral wolf-face I like you.

____________________

I sleep-walked in a dream to a man's apartment—

a man I'm doing business with—

I forgot, but how could I? how I'd gotten there,

and when I die will I remember all such forgotten things 

GET   RID   OF   THE   CONTROLS

                                                                          I want to

remember now.

I apologized to the man for not adhering to office hours

it was four a.m. Office hours are better he said.

Don't arrive anywhere in your sleep

don't mix up night and day

soul and detective. No.

____________________

There must be so much to reclaim

because I'm so limited

____________________

this.

They broke your day

they fought it you

forgot how advantageous

to be fit with god and not see eye

you forgot gold sun brilliant

in this story

go in conscious.

____________________

That queen that Assyrian woman

was so cruel and that never

occurred to her ... but

those eyes saw raw smells and gods everywhere dusty

this dust I was truly assembled from

at least as you, we are communally

such.

If you say you'll hurt me, do you

really mean me

I  can't be, can I, hurt?

____________________

“Hut Sut Tut Mut there's gonna be a wedding”

I dream that's a song. Wake up with, in my head,

“They say don't go

on Wolverton Moun-tain” (“Her tender lips/are sweeter than hone-y”

____________________

Later.

I have a drop of blood on a front tooth

I kind of don't mind—

This the list of what we've done:

         It was different structure we killed it

         put beasts in the refrigerator

         and that was almost as bad as my own enslavement.

         Then I saw Christ's blood pumped into a rejuvenating mummy.

         This great sickness we're part of apple clot

         and can you really chew it detective

         Oh sure I can, I'm Robert Mitch-ham.

____________________

you've broke your own sto

I'm sort of hysterical

the E is it for hope, cutting

the E might be for Hope

Nope

and bloody, the bloodiest is Hope.

Where are the E's of exactness?

E is my middle name