(Ever Wonder How They Fit a Whole Hive Inside One of Them?)

• The Maryland Department of Natural Resources yesterday tweeted out a photo of a fuck gloating over the fish he trapped and killed so I tweeted back that someone should but a hook in said fuck's face and drag him against his will until he's dead, so fuck me.
• I had just seen a tweet of a rhino crying as veterinarians tried to save it after poachers had cut off its horn, I swear to you: I want to kill humans, not torture, not make beg for mercy, a simple shot to the skull, that's all. 
• Ordem e Progresso.
• Postscript as self-portrait.
• LeClair on Whitehead's latest novel
• I read Whitehead's Underground Railroad in Maine two or three years ago, link for LeClair
• mostly (whose opinion on the Whitehead I mostly share, if I remember my opinion correctly)
• I can't remember the last time I finished a novel
• Icky driblets.

• Photo taken last night at 7pm, above the fold front page of New York Times webpage
• The idea Joe Biden doesn't want! what McConnell will do when GOP control Senate after Biden wins
• Joe's a fool cause he thinks McConnell's in on it, it's a secret club, or rather Joe's a fool because he thinks he's in the club, which he is but not like Joe thinks, or:
• Joe is in the club and him and McConnell in cahoots
• Dennis the Peasant born 76 years ago today

• I posted the Python skit Blackmail to twitter last night in context of motherfucking Democrats blackmailing voters with Trump to vote Biden before I looked this morning to find today is Palin's birthday, no one responded
• Simplest evidence motherfucking professional Democrats are the motherfucking enemy
• I know nothing about Tulsi Gabbard, but if she scares motherfucking professional Democrats I like her more than motherfucking professional Democrats.
• Biden, thank you Biden, and when it's not Clinton or Biden it will be someone else and my hate will be true
• A history of Biden's suckitude.
• I am telling you three times, motherfucking Democrats are the motherfucking enemy.
• No, fuck you.
• The racist - and high tech - origins of the modern census.
• Between worlds.
• Maggie's weekly links
• { feuilleton }'s weekly links

THE BREAK

Franz Wright

Then he stopped

dead on the sidewalk

astounded

to overhear himself

say quite distinctly

I quit,

in his own words — 

be glad you weren’t there.

Pandemonium

in the cerebral

combs, unprecedented

mass desertions, solar

flare-ups.

It said

itself

actually;

the lips moved

not, no thought was

taken. With massive finality

and apropos of absolutely

nothing it came,

a cruel blessing,

the ultimate low

note of an organ

made of ice or a passing

night train

of black holes. He

kept lying there — 

what else was he

supposed to do? — with watch

pressed to one ear, emitting

a molecular hum. (Ever wonder

how they fit a whole

hive inside one

of them?) Minute

hand starting to disappear,

such was its speed

by now; on his face

an expression

of guarded rapture.

No one could do a thing

for him now. They’d stop,

gaze down

in disgust

and concern, a moment before

they hurried on or,

without looking,

adroitly moved

around him, the way you would

dog shit. Invariably

in such cases there is a line

that no one crosses.

You know what

I’m getting at. Mainly

everyone just stands around

and waits for the arrival

of the ambulance; the mind simply stops, nothing,

silence. Then

the most silver,

the tiniest

sound

of a fracture

like that of an ice cube

dropped in vodka

can be heard

around the world;

people freeze

at whatever they’re doing, and bow

their minds, those persistent

illusions in pain,

or shame. But all

is soon forgotten,

the sunlight appears

all at once like

a great shadow

and floats with the gas-like hush

throughout the twelve spokes,

the brilliant yellow darkness

of the twelve candlelit

hallways forever

abandoned, forever

emanating out from

the one central

hexagonal chamber

so much larger than all

the rest, in which

the young queen lies

dreaming, amazed,

eyes open wide

inside

her lead-lined matchbox

rocking bed,

tits up

dead, immovable

sow, maggot

in color.