- Neil Young 72 today.
- I missed his birthday last year, it was me, not him.
- His comet passes near outer rings of rotation depending on songs.
- Reminder: Clinton and the DNC did not make control of SCOTUS and the Judiciary issue one.
- I am telling you three times: it was not incompetence.
- A Hillaryite Colleague yesterday OMFG Roy Moore's defenders-ed me, and I... let it go.
- Reprogramming includes upgrades to our original motherboard's most basic logic and wiring.
- Why he's agnostic.
- On voting rightly.
- Land as soil, land as space.
- Developing a new theory of history!
- Maggie's weekly links.
- { feuilleton }'s weekly links.
- English is a living creature.
CLOSING HOURS
Ann Lauterbach
This trace, if it exists, is alms for delusion.
An arch uncurls from the floor
scented with the scent of a tapestry, housed here.
I recall the hour but not its passage
unless dream captures and ties it to sleep:
a fat bellhop smiles, shows me to the tower
where I can watch the departure.
But some days settle so that nothing
crosses the horizon; stare as I will, no star
needles the air. Now I am left
on the outskirts of a forest hemmed in by wheat
where plump trees hide the image, its symmetry
shot up and blown across the ground like feathers.
The unicorn, the grail, blue and red wings
of kneeling musicians, these are embroidered
elsewhere. Perseverance was crowned.
Hope and Pity prayed for success.
How fast is this camera? Can it record a trace?
There was a voyage. Four mounted horses
strain against centuries.
To each is allotted: dust kicked up, smoke, plumage.