- Winter woods are prettiest, it's not even close, today first day of Winter, climate-wise
- And then I think back to our recent observations Nap's much more yard-centric, comes in house at night when temperature drops below forty, much more talkative and needy and cuddly
- UPDATE! Cats with humans
- My short twittertirade about public school teachers cause I'm cutting and pasting: What angers me is never even suggested is that public school teachers should be third, fourth in line for vaccines.
- We're hopelessly and righteously pro-public school teacher biased for obvious personal reasons but also because we lucked out with some of our teachers. I am still astonished, though I understand why, how disrespected they are.
- From unipolarity to multipolarity
- Why is my curriculum white?
- Avedon Carol's occasional links
- The daily shittier: I've already processed Napoleon's death, mourned, gotten over, I am telling you three time we are being reprogrammed, the fuck with me abandoning that refrain
- I will still buy you a copy of Vollmann's *The Dying Grass* if you want one
- UPDATE: 2020 December 1
- I tweeted: Biden's team wants the last tiny wafer too, great moral goal is to hit the vomit buckets +.06% more accurately than Trump's team, greater accuracy in aim
- A year ago today the post starred Fleabus (she's good, bce) please do it for you for the Anne Carson poem and when you read it out loud read it out loud loud
BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR
John Ashbery
exurb. What were you driving at (when you said): Used to joke I’m in the retirement business. The snow is beginning to fall again. I’m wondering whether I should go out. How can you give orders when nobody is listening? A friend and two boys. Here where love was quiet it was possible to think discontinuously of the folds ahead, faith on a tricycle. Only it. Or she got a hole in her dress. It was a million to one it was something bad. The windows rattled as the train swept through at breakfast.
You may want to rethink that decision. Bother the others… It was right there in his military book. You wood have too oracle snow. You knew that. Everybody did. My dynasty, confessions of a lily from wire. That was a terrible thing to do purely naked. Groveling conditions apply, not to go all agony aunt on you. You’re not ready for this. No poet is, only you already came. The crane doesn’t know if the weather will return. I don’t want it. I don’t give a shit. Something that would have fell…the potato orchard with attached oriental kitchen.
They don’t say please in heaven. All business is carried out in the pre-noon hours, leaving time for naps and reflection. This is the kind of life I was supposed to lead. What happened? you ask. Cutie pie went bye bye. Once the hypnotic hour of twelve has struck you are like any other paying guest, waiting for the intoxicating smell of burgers to waft up the stairway. When Doc moved back to our area he noticed the wretched smiles, legacy of our previous god. Who, he wondered, enjoys this kind of ambiance. And sure enough, it was Independence Day. And word went out: It’s the right day but the wrong month. Go back to sleep. And they did (writing in the grass). The Fuller Brush man (clean-jawed) stopped by. See you down there. Lemme know. Just because Scooby Doo thinks you should…
Dirt officials implied a small little BOMB. And sleep, trying to find them. Now I approve not just initiative A-13 but the whole dumb panoply, Uncle Ralph. Sign me up for festooned. They say she was last seen by a lake, crying.
You knew that. Everybody did.
1)i am sorry to hear of napoleon's illness
ReplyDelete2)the piece by john gray included more specific examples of cruelty to cats than i was aware of before
3)your piece 2020 December 1 reminds me of something i wrote when i imagined a change of president might possibly reduce the application of force in foreign policy
https://mistahcharley.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-barack-obama-snake-in-grass.html
Compassion for Napoleon.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely.
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