See, Leech, the Light!

My friend P died of massive stroke this past Tuesday. None of you knew her. She was 54. She smoked two packs of Marlboro Lights a day for forty years, drank a dozen diet cokes a day, drank tequila everyday for six months, not for six months, everyday for six months, not for six months....

Doing monthly blogroll maintenance - the fuck does blogroll maintenance even among the fuck who keeps a blog? - I clicked on Red, a poet I digitally met via T, a poet I knew of before we met digitally, and Red's blog's dead. Red too, I asked T, who replied, Wait ten/fifteen years and you'll understand. You'll be cowboy Red. W/o the 10 gallon stetson. Stuff happens, That's the Murica part of murica. Get away from that Grey Ocean sometime, you'll know what I mean.

I just finished my first re-read of Crime and Punishment in at least thirty years. I loved it, loved it while all the while wanting to brain Raskolnikov with an, um, ax, the vacillating fuck, so yes, I think I might know what Tom means, but not all of it.

• Olive got a box yesterday.
• UPDATE! Red's OK, I think. As for his blog, see update below.
• The crisis of modern masculinity. 
• LO, the mighty bulwarks of ephemera v the graffiti of the commentary despoiling its pristine surfaces.
• Running to a sunken place.
• Maggie's weekly links.
• (no subject), or: you are world/
• { feuilleton }'s weekly links.
• Something odd going on in Digitalstan, I am telling you three times. 
• UPDATE! O, the bacefook thing.
• UPDATE! Still, Red's blog, for instance. The feed had stopped, he'd dropped to bottom of a blogroll, and when I clicked on the link I was asked by some company if I wanted to buy the domain name. In email from T today he sent a link to Red's latest. I removed the dead link from the blogroll, installed the new.....
• October.
• Below stolen from a Sunday morning tweet by David Hayden @seventydys

Jack Spicer