- From above Harpers Ferry this past Friday. Is there a bug on my neck?
- Biden/Warren. Perhaps I'll make Sundays the write about POTUS 16 day - the Biden/Warren balloon is more a message to Inevitability to stop being so calculatingly Hillary than actual balloon - but perhaps I won't make Sundays the write about POTUS 16 day.
- Or to put it another way, Inevitability calculates she should remain as quiet as she's able while Republicans are busy being as loud and freakish as possible while some Democrats worry not engaging the Republican freakishness allows that freakishness to become the norm (which Inevitability may calculate will drive Republicans to even more freakish behavior, rinse, repeat....)
- Or to put it another way - floating anti-Inevitability balloons keeps Democrats who will inevitably vote for Inevitability engaged through their fuck-Inevitability blues.
- So yes, I'm saying it's a work.
- Bernie Sanders could win?
- Is Trump broke?
- Who will be Trump's VEEP nominee?
- Blackboard is dying.
- Neymar to Man Utd?
- David Thomas interview! I have always avoided thinking of myself as "special." If I find myself falling into that trap I take action. Purge yourself even more regularly than you purge your audience. Refine yourself in the flame of the moment. I don’t follow music that closely. I don’t remember names and I don’t recommend. I am aware of where music technique, technology, and aesthetics are going. I can read history. I can interpret it and I do what I can to alter it if I feel the need. I stopped doing music journalism a long time ago. I stopped telling people what to listen to or what to do. Everyone is responsible for their own decisions.
- Lamok.
- Szymborksa (and lots of maps).
BALLOON
John Kinsella
It didn’t happen in that order—
the endless growl of what will turn out to be
miniature quad and trail bikes, carried along
the top of the valley and rumbling its contents:
small kids with helmets weighing more than their heads,
ragged on by parents with crossed arms and ambition
in their eyes: round and round the drone of fun.
A country pursuit. Tracy tells me a professor
of economics at a local city university
while praising capitalism says he will only
listen to opposition if it comes from one
who eats only lentils, has given up cars
and eschews imported brands of foodstuffs. Lentils?
Contradictions aside, I’ll take him on, though
it might be hard to hear me speak above the junior
quad-bike circus performing along the hills. But hark,
I’ll tell you something unusually usual: at dusk
wandering the block with Katherine we came across
shreds of chemical-pink balloon with plastic string
attached to its tied-off umbilical cord, clearly
an escapee from a party, the child—her name
decorating the balloon with three crosses for kisses—
in tears, chasing it up into the sky, watching
it drift over the hills, her letter to the world
a single word and her mark made over. Katherine
asks if I recall the balloons her class back in England
released with school name and address and how one
floated all the way over the Channel and on to Belgium
where another child picked up the shreds and deciphered
the message and wrote back; weather balloons, “hopes
and ambitions” as Delmore says, but without doubt
or skepticism, in full expectation they will land
somewhere far away and bring joy to the finder.
I throw the shred of balloon away, fearing
an animal crossing the block in the dark,
night-eyed and keenly sampling the ground
and the air with its snout, will reread or misread
the code of chemical pinkness, and like some Red
Riding Hood in reverse, choke on the gift of chance.
Is Trump broke? - nice link. Possibly true, also.
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