One of the strangest meetings ever today, a Royal Librarian of Exco Credentials hired and scheduled to debut in person in April 2020 has scheduled meetings with lessers since zoom-shackling to get to know us, she hears so much about us, after every department but circulation she got to my comrades recently and me today.
She seems a decent human and decent humans I'm friends with who think me a decent human vouch that they *think* new RLoEC a decent human. I did not tell her what I think about anything of the library other than I like my tier comrades one and all now now that Scold is gone, I vouch that statement about my comrades is true.
I vouch this is true. Do you have pets was her first question. Dear Jeff's boss, RLoEC asked, how do I approach Jeff? I like to hike, I'm told you might have suggestions on great local hikes, question two.
She and her husband lived in Bolton Hill two blocks from where Planet and Air lived in Bolton Hill when Planet was at MICA.
If she baited me into that she's shrewder and scarier and demands more respect and is WAY! more likeable than any of my other bosses
Daniel Borzutzky
The hospitals are exploding in the middle of the city and they tell us
The dead are not dead and the beach is disappearing
And the sand is disappearing and the lake and the dirty water and the children are disappearing
And the broken parents gamble with their own flesh because they know it has no value
They know their blood has no value their hair has no value
And they ask the coroner
What can we bury here there are so many bodies to bury
If we don’t bury them soon
We will need to burn them or toss them into the river
And they ask the police
Are we allowed to mourn here
Has our request to mourn been stamped with the appropriate seals and signatures
Can the authorities confirm we won’t
Be immolated like the excess bodies like the high schools
Like the sand and the lake and the patients who dissolve on the nightly news
Who char in the Bank of America
Can the authorities confirm who we must pay
In order to mourn the bodies we love
The question is submitted through an encrypted browser
The question is submitted into the blankness of the bureaucracy
Thank you for your question we will contact you as soon as
We locate an authoritative body
Who has been granted the permission to speak
But and
We need to thank someone because we have not yet been sacrificed like the sand
But and
We need to pay someone because we have not yet been disappeared like the sturgeon
We are not like the drinking water we have not yet been contaminated beyond repair
And we are still alive though leaking with griefshame
And we are still broken though dripping with griefshame
And our faces feel so hot because they are dying from so much life again
And our faces feel so hot because they are living from so much griefshame
We want to trade ourselves but we don’t know
What we are worth to the operating system controlling the algorithms
Managing who we love where we live what we eat and whether or not
Our bodies will be blown into shards rubble ruins remains debris splinters
There is nothing to see here say the authoritative bodies to the international observers
And it’s true our mouths are empty
Our eyes are empty
The price of my body is four
The price of my eye is five
The price of my future is twenty-two
There is no meaning for the depository
No rest for the depositor who is buried under the weight
Of the cryptocurrency tying them to a state that is not sovereign
There is no place for the weight of my thigh
I am hungry but there is no place for hunger
I am tired but there is no place for tiredness
Is my blood worth eighteen
Is my sperm worth fourteen
I have kidneys I have a forceful face that does not know its place
I have a blank mouth that does not know what it can earn on the free market
And when I confess to what the authoritative bodies want me to confess (I live in the wrong body)
My life can’t be verified among all the other lives
All the four-digit codes I give them are connected to accounts that have been closed
All my passwords have vanished
0)the cicadas are underground - but soon, soon....
ReplyDelete1)that's a good picture of a couple of cats - so nice you put it twice - the first time is more contextual, the second more cat-centric - i like them both
2)and speaking of cats, here's an excerpt from
https://www.cbc.ca/radio/ideas/why-cats-may-have-more-to-teach-us-about-living-the-good-life-than-socrates-1.6013613
john gray is being interviewed by tayo bero
But lots of human dilemmas, not just in extreme situations of war or pandemic ... but in everyday life, don't have a single right answer and may not even have any answer.
Human beings simply have to come up with something from their own reserves with which they're satisfied, or if not satisfied, then at least they can live with.
So, if by craving tranquility, we will forever be in turmoil, and if seeking meaning and happiness are mere distractions, what are we meant to do? What are the ingredients for the best life?
If you want to know the variety of human goodness, don't read philosophers. Read really good novelists of various kinds in various languages from various cultures and various times in history. Read novelists or writers or poets. You'll learn a lot more about the variety and the real nature of the good life than you would by reading philosophers.
sorry for the error - i misidentified the interviewer - Gray spoke to IDEAS host Nahlah Ayed
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