- Lying for the national security state. New Silber.
- UPDATE! Taken what's given.
- Work until you die.
- Military defeat as financial collapse trigger.
- Economy is failing (by design).
- Transcending the existential threat of freedom.
- Resistance revives old slurs.
- Screw optimism, screw sanity.
- I mentioned this recently slantwise: I am still learning to not give a fuck one place while maintaining fucks other places.
- So to love over there I need to despair over here.
- UPDATE! Other place.
- But at least I got that stupidass stupidass Star Trek allusion off the top of the blog.
- Worf didn't show up, by the way, which any fool could have predicted.
- Early GbV via.
- W.S. Merwin in ninety today. I've always failed Merwin, but still trying, though to be honest, not all that hard. Too much more elsewhere, though he does deserve notice.
VIXEN
W.S. Merwin
Comet of stillness princess of what is over
high note held without
trembling without voice without sound
aura of complete darkness keeper of the kept secrets
of the destroyed
stories the escaped dreams the sentences
never caught in words warden of where the river went
touch of its surface
sibyl of the extinguished
window onto the hidden place and the other time
at the foot of the wall
by the road patient without waiting
in the full moonlight of autumn at the hour when I was born
you no longer go out
like a flame at the sight of me
you are still warmer than the moonlight gleaming on you
even now you are
unharmed even now perfect
as you have always been now when your light paws are running
on the breathless night
on the bridge with one end I remember you
when I have heard you the soles of my feet have made answer
when I have seen you I
have waked and slipped from the calendars
from the creeds of difference and the contradictions
that were my life and
all the crumbling fabrications
as long as it lasted until something that we were
had ended when you are
no longer anything
let me catch sight of you again going over the wall
and before the garden
is extinct and the woods are figures
guttering on a screen let my words find their own
places in the silence after the
animals
