The Dogs Have Given Their Voices to the Warp of Reproduction

• For forty-five years I've gone to Sugarloaf, to hike, read, write, long ago lost younger things, it's one of my five most sacred places though I'm told I don't play that game any more
• We park on Mt Ephraim Road instead of the lots on Sugarloaf because best starting spot/landing spot for favorite six mile loop
• Friday past, on Comus Road, past the circle at mountain's base, past the mansion exit, where pavement turns to dirt just like that, all the grass parking spots blocked by boulders
• turned right on Mt Ephraim and every possible parking spot the two miles to where we would have parked and a mile more down the hill all the way to the big Frederick County school bus turnaround just above the house and land I've coveted for forty-five years was blocked by boulders
• Coveted the house and land then turned around and drove back and parked in the West View lot of Sugarloaf, speculating why the boulders during drive, and when we saw all the new parking spaces on the right before East View lot and on the left almost all the way between East View lot and West View lot, guessed right
• Ran into Stronghold workers, they confirmed, invasive destructive species, pesky, never-walkers walking in time of plague, trashing the joint (in the back of the workers golf carts trash bags filled with empty plastic water bottles and granola bar wrappers, and bags of dog shit, this is true, humans bag their dogs' shit in the woods then leave the bags in the woods, what an idiot species), getting lost after sundown being blind in daylight, the workers saying they need herd the never-walkers into two lots to help them find their cars after the workers rescue the lost dopes from the dark
• Sugarloaf still sacred

• America: So there are two likely reasons the Michigan legislature gave into violence. One: they think that right wing violence is legitimate. Two, they don’t trust the police or national guard to stop right wingers they sympathize with and support. Meanwhile only two parts of the left believe they have a right to be violent: Antifa, and the Black Panthers. The Black Panthers have taken to armed escort of legislators they support. Those who disarm; those who believe fanatically in non-violence, always exist at the whim of those who believe in violence and are good at it. This is the position the left has put itself in in America and many other countries: disarmed, bad at violence, with no influence over the violent organs of the state and almost no tradition or skill in violence in the few organs it still has influence over (like some unions.)
• Today in motherfucking Democrats: My family is in quarantine, I worry about a premature return to work, and sure, I laughed at that Shaun of the Dead photo of Ohio protesters protesting state lockdown laws. But I also recognize the crisis is also raising serious civil liberties issues, from prisoners trapped in deadly conditions to profound questions about speech and assembly, the limits to surveillance and snitching, etc. If this disease is going to be in our lives for the foreseeable future, that makes it more urgent that we talk about what these rules will be, not less — yet the party I grew up supporting seems to have lost the ability to do so, and I don’t understand why.
• Today in motherfucking Democrats: As millions lose jobs, health care and homes, House Democrats have moved from helping Donald Trump give large corporations $4 trillion, to now asking the really important questions: How can we prevent rank-and-file workers from getting too much subsistence income, and how can we then rescue the real victims in this crisis -- the corporate lobbyists that run Washington? 

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• Fripp 74 yesterday, no birthday post this year, I'm not thinking why beyond typing this sentence

TO BE TWICE PLASTIC

Patrick Milian

A trouble with images is that they set the gut to tremble in congratulation. Two flounder-shaped bowls with eels for spoons. One salt. One sugar.

He didn’t say please with manners or please please with desperation like a bitter sprig to the fiery night.

Watching yourself swath your eyes in skin is difficult. I’m the executioner’s mask that whispers to the head. Don’t let go. And how often have I been a convention without knowing it. And how was I supposed to know.

For at least one person we’re called the second person.

Scrying is only a recombobulation of reflections. To at least one person everything after is epilogue.

He will. Someday. Sleepwalk into my dinner. The luminous strip of belly through his bathrobe will shiver in the evening air. But I’ll see my face reflected in it.

The elegant dogs are tonguing glass figurines.

On the third shelf. An X to be prince of. The kind of X that razors sewn into the duvet were stropped against. A second X for you to burn.

My next question was to be. Who tastes as much slither as sugar. But the dogs have given their voices to the warp of reproduction.