- Hillaryite Friend said, Hillary.... and I said, no, please. HC said, Democrats sit-in over guns... and I said, please? No? We talked about college road trips - HC's daughter is a rising junior in high school, they are starting to look at colleges - and cats. The road trips Earthgirl and Planet and I took to New England and New York and Pennsylvania and Ohio to visit campuses were some of my favorite vacations. I can always talk about cats. Was nice talking to a friend and not speaking in Hillaryiteese.
- Olive ▲ is the most photogenic cat I've ever photoed.
- The struggle is creative.
- Silence: a Fertile Soil.
- The M Word.
- A summer among the dead poets.
- Josephine Miles.
- Between the sky and the sky.
- On Szymborska's Map!
- Stream the new Flexibles, Richard Youngs' new band.
- Fifteen essential Noise albums.
- Ivor Cutler at 90.
- I was going to post more Pere Ubu today (and tomorrow) in anticipation of tomorrow night's concert at Rock and Roll Hotel and again offer to buy you a ticket, but fuck that.
- Looked last night at some mixed tapes I made back early 80s - I don't have a cassette player to play them even if the tape wasn't now too brittle to play, and:
DEPRAVED INDIFFERENCE
John Ashbery
it wasCustomize the event, picking at soul scabs,
just a typical mid-sized town
in the middle of nowhere
—James Tate, “Burn Down the Town, No Survivors”
turning your face optimistically toward the window.
There must be a long biography coming out soon,
leggings to be worn, and so it is that earth
gets turned over, and we all go back into our little houses
for a while, and the land is generous.
At least,
that’s the way it would have turned out, if God
or I had any say in the matter. As it fell out,
our leaders met in the azalea patch
in an election year. Outsiders were welcomed in
with wine and cookies, and we all settled down
to the business of the day. Repealing the Stamp Act
was big on everybody’s agenda, stamps being
eternally optimistic, as though indebted to someone.
That’s my definition, anyway. Or do we have to be,
or does it matter? Meanwhile the Repair Act languishes.
Welcome to the family tree. I am sick and tired
at my earliest convenience. This was supposed to make it easier,
remember? Hopefully his owner wires back and,
thick as the dust on our reports, finds it totally
unacceptable, yet not entirely unknown, queering
the pitch for kids that used to hang around.
Mr. Pom from Camp Cute swept by,
but he could foretell the cloying sound of water
in water, haruspicate, start a restaurant. The broken land
was free to be contaminated, again.
I really like the Rock and Roll Hotel. Reminds me of my old favorite dives in B'more.
ReplyDeleteBe at Grosvenor tomorrow at five! I'll buy your ticket!
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