- I have litbloggers who are on this shitty blog's blogrolls and whose owners read this shitty blog but don't list this shitty blog on their blogrolls, I get it, this blog isn't a litblog, it sucks, it says *fuck* a lot
- but - and I'm certain I had nothing to do with it - I never had a blog I linked to go dark within an hour of my linking to the latest post, a decent bleggalgaze, until yesterday
- laugh, I lost the utter from utterfucklessness on Wednesday, I lost the less from fucklessness last night
- thanks to that blogger, I'm happy with Friday fuckness
- Good news! this (full-size here) will be last post of current project until at least Monday as I don't have access to a good scanner until then and I'm not so relentlessly vain as to drive to the Library on a day off to scan and post.
- Eco-Fascisms and Eco-Socialisms
- The crystal lithium
- Our sociopath overlords will kill the planet before nationalizing fossil fuel industry
- The fantasy of high school
- Library of unread books
- What Thom Gunn thought of Oliver Sacks
- The snake doctors
- I've listened to Silver Jews since Berman's death - here's a playlist, for example - and confirmed that I get why people get and I like but don't love, but for those of you who get here's a great sad memorial piece on Berman
- New game: book spine poem
We've packed our bags, we're set to fly
no one knows where, the maps won't do.
We're crossing the ocean's nihilistic blue
with an unborn infant's opal eye.
It has the clarity of earth and sky
seen from a spacecraft, once removed,
as through an amniotic lens, that groove-
lessness of space, the last star by.
We have set out to live and die
into the interstices of a new
nowhere to be or be returning to
(a little like an infant's airborne cry).
We've set our sights on nothing left to lose
and made of loss itself a lullaby.