Flu's Coup but Too Like the Wow of Wooing

• That Suicide song, I'd argue, is one of the ten most influential songs in rock. Or maybe it's just one of my ten favorite songs. Death to the Either/Or and all, but I do tend to conflate the latter with the former.
• RIP Alex Vega. And fuck 2016.
• Send favorite Suicide/Vega music and I'll post below a fold. 
• Suicide's last stand.
• Vega prolife from Village Voice 2002.
• Alan Vega interview.
• Alan Vega interview.
  
  
  
  

• In the wake of the coup attempt in ____________ I asked my friend _________, a ________ in _______ Studies at _________________ for opinion on events (I know shit about _______), and he said ____________________, then texted me two hours later begging me to not print or tweet anything. ______________ has ____________ back in ____________. ____________ hadn't told me anything but the working theories being circulated, didn't offer an opinion saying (honestly, I think) it was too early to know, but still....
• Into the streets.
• The two faces of postmodern barbarism.
• Who Republicans could have picked instead of Donald Trump.
• The armed fortress of Cleveland.
• He had no sooned gedachted these Gedanken....
• Maggie's weekly links.
• { feuilleton }'s weekly links. 
• My fucking free blogging platform is skeevy today.
• Was 1971 the most influential year in music?
• Awaiting Oblivion.

SNEEZE ODE

Dean Young

Here comes the sneeze with its end-of-the-world,
mobster-motor, a-gog cog.
You better not be holding nothing full,
better not got hurt ribs.
Rip right through your billet-doux, weed-whip
your honeysuckle before any bees get sip.
Unlike its wussy brother hiccups, its argument
is politics not music, neither poetical like the cough,
if there's blood it's on the wall
not crumpled in no hark-a-lark hankie.
Flu's coup but too like the wow of wooing,
there's nothing you can do, not the court
stenographer, not the pilot or his co--
so think about that next time you're landing in O'Hare.
Even the cathedral's got a crack in it's lunette,
there's a demon in the lemon, semen
in the seamen and out out it's got to come.
Opposite of hum-drum, nowadays
it's the best gods can do for visitation,
no shower of gold coin but a cold draft,
no whole swan but a feather tickle to the nose
then kerBOOM your body's not your own,
its shrapnel in orbit for years and years
before burning up in the atmosphere.