At Sunrise the Deer Eat Pieces of the Quiet

• Sunday night's sunset, Chelsea Michigan, substitutes for blark deggalgaze.
• ˙ɹǝızɐbןɐbbǝp 'ɹǝıʞɹɐןq 'ɐǝsןǝɥɔ ɯoɹɟ ʇsɐǝ buıpɐǝɥ 46-ı 'ǝsıɹuns s,buıuɹoɯ ʎɐpuoM

• Planet says the Michigan she lives in gets great sunrises, great sunsets all the time, it's the flat earth, she says, so +1 for Michigan.
• Saturday we drove to Grand Rapids (stopping in East Lansing to drive through Michigan State to kill time before the Indian restaurant buffet much loved by Planet and Air opened) to visit The Frederik Meijer Gardens and Sculpture Park.
• I tweeted some photos of some sculptures @blckdgrd, my new camera only arriving yesterday, it's learning curve will be steeper than I thought, a deserved fuck me.
• Meijer as in the midwest Wal-Marty chain Meijers, we shopped at one in Delaware Ohio often when Planet was in Gambier and we ate dinner once a trip at Buns.
• Much money also donated by the Amway De Vos, I assume Meijer a Club Oligarch fuck too?
• The Frederik Meijer Gardens and Sculpture Park, I want to see it in Spring, see it in Summer, see it again next Autumn but first week of November, see it in snow.
• Constant REMINDER! Every post but two a year tagged My Complicity.
• When in the Japanese Garden at The Frederik Meijer Gardens & Sculpture this past Saturday for a briefest moment I again understood the vanity that feeds my Dark, my Dark getting closer to my calling it by its correct name.

• I owe you links:
• Life in the What-the-Fuck-ocene.
• The Assassination of Donald Trump.
• Your poop is full of plastic.
• The Cult of the Form.
• Demagoguery for me but not for thee.
• Maggie's weekly links.
• { feuilleton }'s weekly links.
• In things I can't talk about, at one point I said, if you're counting on motherfucking Democrats to save you you're a fucking fool, and it was a bonding moment for my son-in-law's father and me.
• I honestly do not know the politics of my son-in-law's father, but now that we like each other I assume they are identical to mine.
• Jim's Adventure, best part.
• Top photo bigger at other place.
• Peanut Butter.
• New Richard Thompson, he's playing Lincoln Theater Nov 8, wanna go?
• UPDATE! No, didn't think so.

A FEELING RIGHT BEFORE THE FEELING

Brenda Hillman

At sunrise the deer eat

pieces of the quiet, they eat spaces

between the quiet

    & the sounds—;

         & the numbers on the calendar

lie flat in their boxes,

      they leak through tiny holes

             in the minutes,

            evenly so, so evenly,

 an active sense, before

         the sense was made…

      

There, now, opposite to set down,

            the agreed-upon, the shape

                 of the obvious

        drawn by an earlier

           enchantment before the new

                        anxiety set in:

         the workers are safe;

 the terror stilled for an hour;

a lover’s outline, dreamed or imagined,

       before you read the one-page book

     again, what was that book,

 it had no copyright—

      

& what was before?

         a life, the dazzler, the dark,

             the singing dust, it turned

when you turned, it orpheus-knew

what you forgot when you took the bowl

        of burning time across the room—

      & if the previous is closer

   to you now, should you

look, doesn’t matter if you do,

    you carry the some of it

with it, out into it—