Please Mention I Dig This Slumping Anti-Sentence

• Fleabus two nights ago and my right big toe.
• I never heard of Kevin Williamson until his Atlantic hiring and firing. 
• I may have read something Kevin Williamson, who I had not heard of until his Atlantic hiring and firing, wrote as an excerpt in something someone else wrote, the excerpt damning from what I've heard of Williamson's views in places most likely to excerpt and damn Williamson with his own words that I would read, but I have never knowingly read an article, so to call it, or anything else he has written knowing the author was Kevin Williamson as I now know he exists and the opinions I've read about Williamson since I've known Williamson exists.
• I will be reworking that sentence until I'm not.
• I have read nothing but Murnane the past week.
• I am telling you three times we are being reprogrammed: so many nobodies to know and forget
• while simultaneously telling you three times our reprogramming relies on our original tribal abacuses.
• Reminder: It's not what Williamson said, it's how he said it.
• It's always decorum, fellow motherfuckers, never the policy.
• I now own the just released new Murnane novel and new Murnane Collected Short Stories as well as the new Richard Powers novel plus a friend gave me a copy of Enard's Compass, I am going blind, surgery this summer, I can't read for more than fifteen minutes in a sitting, why the fuck am I acquiring books? 
• Echo and Variation.
• Unanswerable questions on radical poetry.

LARK

Anne Boyer

I Trust the Spoor of Botch

• Today in things I can't write about here.
• The Petrified Forest.
• The best news you'll read today.
• Sheeyit, *I'm* not currently a criminal target either was my first response to a tweet where I saw news that Savior Mueller will not save us.
• Brahmin Left v Merchant Right.
• Take me to the garretts where the artists have died.
• Atlas of the Midday Fund.
• Hawthorne at his horniest. If they don't come now, Ed, they never will.
• The care and keeping of notebooks, which I can write about here but no one wants me to but me.
• Speaking of which, new at the other place.
• Colin Newman interview.
• An American Poem.
• On old New Order.

THE PRIVACY OF TYPEWRITERS

Les Murray

I am an old book troglodyte

one who composes on paper

and types up the result

as many times as need be.

  

The computer scares me,

its crashes and codes,

its links with spies and gunshot,

its text that looks pre-published

  

and perhaps has been.

I don’t know who is reading

what I write on a carriage

that doesn’t move or ding.

   

I trust the spoor of botch,

whiteouts where thought deepened,

wise freedom from Spell Check,

sheets to sell the National Library.

  

I fear the lore

of that baleful misstruck key

that fills a whiskered screen

with a writhe of child pornography

   

and the doors smashing in

and the cops handcuffing me

to a gristlier video culture
coralline in an ever colder sea. 

There's a Signpost in Heaven, or: Sixty-Nine Today!

The traditional Egoslavian Holy Day birthday post!

My favorite Richard Thompson song ▲ My Richard Thompson stories (including Richard and Linda live and fighting at The Bayou) and boatload of songs - solo, Fairport Convention, w Linda, etc - HERE.

I Will Retreat to the Precorporate

The sun's angle in April makes Winter woods even prettier, saturates the ocher with bright. If we ever get two consecutive sunny sixty degree days Winter woods will end until next November.

Deleted seething. Not in real life, as in, nothing in my real life needs seething, not in real life, as in what I do seethe over doesn't stop for all the hiking in woods I do with Earthgirl, as in deleted seething as in deleted bleggalgaze, global rather than particular.

Bluebells are blossoming, though peepers still not peeping.

• Seething, for instance: We are so fucked that we can’t see straight.
• When Red State teachers do the job Democrats tell you they do.
• Seething, for instance.
• Great Gaza March of Return Massacre.
• Return of the Fool.
• Maggie's weekly links.
• Humans, raised by wolves.
• How dogs see the world.
• Yesterday's best April Fool's joke. (But only if you're a native Mocomofo.)
• { feuilleton }'s weekly links.
• Dostoevsky, father of youth adult novels. True.
• On John Martyn.
• Here's some of his songs.
• Year ago last night we saw Lambchop on H St, they opened with:

THE DOMESTIC LIFE OF GHOSTS

Tom Clark

Whoso list to haunt could do worse than to

Obtain the license, get the picture.

Spook finders must find spooks to put the face,

Name and space coordinates together.

What is kept in the mind perimeter

Retains a wild autonomy through fate.

   

I will retreat to the precorporate.

Let fate have what is fate’s and allow

This spirit to slip through time’s difficult

Nets with the devious fingers of

A wild wind, while I run along behind.