- Dark inside me every day.
- The extinction of the future.
- Outside the Hall of Mirrors.
- Elite opinion on peasant revolts.
- Minor League capitalism.
- I don't see the problem, said a Hillaryite Colleague, with the current Attorney General meeting with a former President. Sigh, I sighed. Over Hillaryite Colleague's shoulder on the big screen in the Student Union Danny Espinoza launched a grand slam. Danny Espinoza, dammit, I said.
- The neoliberal center cannot hold? Perhaps, but it's prepared to kill a shitload of folk trying.
- Postcapitalism: a review of reviews.
- Capitalist rag asks the vital question - why aren't millennials buying diamonds?
- The monster truck and the rubber duck.
- The digital in the humanities: One of the things I’d want to emphasize — keeping in mind that neoliberalism is a complicated term of which there is a lot to say from a scholarly perspective — is that one of the ways neoliberalism can be understood is as a sort of marketization of everything in the world that was not previously marketized. The university was for a long time not marketized, but became so, in part through the Bayh-Dole Act of 1980 that allowed commercialization of all kinds of academic research. The political-literary studies that I liked so much was a strong target of attack by the political right in the United States and United Kingdom in part because it was not very marketizable and often explicitly critical of marketization.
- A microcosm of everything's that's wrong with an education reform movement dominated by dumb rich people.
- That ▲ is one of the dozen most-posted songs in this shitty blog's history.
- This guy got tenure, you probably won't (though he urges you to try).
- Not so weirdly, some of the same by someone who says abolish tenure.
- The world's most efficient languages.
- Weirdly, sort of the same by a different person in a different publication.
- Old age isn't what it used to be (and wasn't).
- This weekend is the third slowest of the year, and posting will be extremely futile, so of course there will be stuff here, though maybe not everyday, and only some of what I want to write but only write on extremely Dead Blegsylvanian holiday three-day weekends.
- The song beneath the poem is one of a half-dozen most-posted songs.
- Vaughan Williams' gloomy home.
- Marianne Moore.
- RIP Geoffrey Hill. He never sang to me, but his death needs noting.
- Another ▲
- To be a dancing bear.
- A new shade of blue, as in a new color.
Wheels sigh with longing for the horizon.
Hunger moans in teh spoon's hollow belly.
Tools recount the needs from which they arose
and so comprise a history of human desire.
The match recalls fear in the fireless night,
the saw's oiled teeth plead for perfect order,
the pen cannot imagine life without ink.
Even that technology employed by the soul
in its perilous escape from the prison of the body
is exhibited here, in these letters, in words.
Thanks for letting me know about Geoffrey Hill. He lived a long life. His powerful, condensed lyricism from the earlier part of his career really connected to me. The exuberance of his later work captivated me, even if it didn't hit me as deeply. His criticism is definitely worth digging into, with a wicked and wry insight with a tinge of irascibility accompanying his curiosity. I am certainly enthralled with a number of "H" poets: Herbert, Heany, Hill, Hopkins, etc . . . .ReplyDelete
Yeah, we've talked about him a bunch, I thought of you when I saw it.Delete
I admire the craftsmanship, but he's way too deeply allusive towards works I don't know for me to get what he's getting at much of the time.