Tuesday, September 5, 2017

He Makes Better Errors That Way



  • No more Ashbery RIPs beyond two links and a poem (via link) below.
  • Gutted? No. Distraught? No. Upset? No. Sad? Maybe.
  • Sad at that? No. Silly? Yes.
  • I had seen no reports Ashbery's health turned, but 90 is 90.
  • 90? I'll down-payment a guaranteed 90 if for no other reason the world will still exist in 2049.
  • 2049 is two years after the year my daughter will be my age today.
  • What world will that be? I'm out my money?
  • An old gag, so old I forget which Ashbery poem tripped the trap the first time.




  • Trick questions.
  • Odds're good my arithmetic is off.
  • It's the ferns. We both saw it yesterday. Here, Shenandoah, Maine, the ferns, fernier.
  • Lushest, most vibrantly colorful summer woods in our collective memory! 
  • Since the last until the next.
  • We went south from Hamburg on Catoctin Blue. Three miles at crossroad to loop right old entrance sign to Frederick Watershed. I walked uphill to read it and, phone in pocket, it didn't occur to me to take a photo and post it here, the fuck is wrong with me? 
  • I need wear blaze orange hiking Frederick Watershed Sept 15 to January 15, yo. 
  • Jinx: Fall should be !!!
  • Goalie's Anxiety on Ashbery's poem *New Spirit.*
  • Mumpsimus on Ashbery dying the same day as the last Twin Peaks.
  • The Ashbery poem this post's title's stolen from.
  • Also too: it's Freddy's birthday (more songs here) (also too John Cage's).
  • Best Queen song ever: