when the world is puddle-wonderful

• At 8:25 EDT last night I had cnngo cued up - I had talked myself into watching the debate - and live-writing it in tablet, see above! I must have been feverish, hallucinating: I felt this urgent responsibility to witness what everyone would be talking about today, these motherfucking Democrats. Suddenly, capitalism to the rescue: Commercials - the Democratic Party Presidential Debate brought to you by Norfolk Southern and the New York Stock Exchange. Fuck that. Then the CNN intro, voiced-over by a Monster Truck Rally barker over wrestling promo speed cutaway photos of the contestants in as angry a pose as the CNN photo librarian could find: DEMOCRATS! RAGE IN A CAGE MATCH! And fuck that too. Listened to my newest prized possession instead. Win.
• I vote for this owl.
• Learning how to die in the Anthropocene.
• Last night's debate: the Big Meh.
• How did the Democrats become the party of the rich?
• What is the value of a stone?
• Welcome to the Terrordome.
• Mike Rizzo can permanently kill my remaining Nats damn by hiring Dusty Fucking Baker.
• I think my Nats damn is dead anyway.
• Also too: six poems for E.E. Cummings 121st birthday.
• Yes, the poem below makes me think of this, but Swans, motherfuckers, today.
• Ed reviews Ishiguro's Buried Giant.

[in Just-]

E.E. Cummings

in Just-

spring          when the world is mud-

luscious the little

lame balloonman

whistles          far          and wee

and eddieandbill come

running from marbles and

piracies and it's

spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer

old balloonman whistles

far          and             wee

and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it's

spring

and

         the

                  goat-footed

balloonMan          whistles

far

and

wee