Monday, September 20, 2021

gradually diminishing into nothing, cool, lightweight

Saturday I completely rebuilt the best tree knot I've discovered at Little Bennett. I found better fitting and flatter stones, cleaned them off, then super-glued each of three layers to each other. On Friday, in the science library with my friend in her second to last hour, I asked her if she wanted the plastic bulldog we remarked on each time together in that library or would she rather I tree hole shrine it, shrine it, she said, dog's feet now super-glued Saturday to the stone floor, I'll remember A each time I walk by it if it survives, after someone destroys it

Years ago I started this shitty blog's first purgatorial mortuary for blogs I thought dead but hoped hibernating. At that time my free shitlord blogging platform dramatically slowed loading this shitty blog if each blogrolls' feedreader hung on the dead or possibly hibernating and I found if I dumped the dead or possibly hibernating into one blogroll (and deleted from the others) the slow-loading problem got solved. This was when I did research.
I keep the mortuaries, two now, at one time my free shitlord blogging platform put a limit on how many blogs could be on a blogroll, when the first one filled up I opened a second, I don't do research anymore, I just dump the slumbering fucks into purgatory two, untormented, no fuck given by me, now and then some float to the top, I might not notice otherwise
Some months ago my free shitlord blogging platform changed the procedure for maintaining blogrolls, I missed the memo, and I mentioned it onblog not in my  normal freak the fuck out but because I *wasn't* freaking the fuck out, and when friend davidly, linked below, explained to me weeks ago where to do it even then I didn't do it until after I rebuilt the best tree knot I've found at Little Bennett and super-glued A's plastic dog into it
Yes, Tom Clark and ::: wood s lot ::: , both of them stay on blogrolls of the living, it's been three years since Tom's death, five since Mark's, some of you are here because they were Kind to me
I may be he first person to weed a blogroll in seven years but if you are Kinding me, thanks, if I'm not Kinding you back please please please let me know

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Tom Clark

distrusts all pasts
conditionals and perfects
future continuous too

fallibility of memory, senses
history is compound
of minute particles, questions
whether event exists
if recorded, hears noise

of one small plane
passing over rather high up
gradually diminishing into nothing,



  1. 1/that's a good looking plastic bulldog

    2/last time you pointed to a piece by caitlin johnstone in which she wrote

    It’s hard to wrap your mind around, because it’s so much more profoundly evil than we’re ever taught to anticipate, but it really is an objective fact that people who make money manufacturing military weapons have a tremendous amount of influence over how and when those weapons are used. A war profiteer can pour money into campaign contributions which incentivize policymakers to push for acts of military interventionism, and pour money into think tanks and lobbying to give those policymakers an excuse to do so. This is all perfectly legal, and it happens constantly.

    It’s exactly the same as murdering human beings at mass scale and selling their body parts for a tremendous profit. And it’s deemed perfectly reasonable and acceptable.

    [emphasis added]

    these remarks reminded me of this from a folk singer i listened to in the 1960s, when i was a teenager

    "Masters Of War"

    Come you masters of war
    You that build the big guns
    You that build the death planes
    You that build all the bombs
    You that hide behind walls
    You that hide behind desks
    I just want you to know
    I can see through your masks

    You that never done nothin'
    But build to destroy
    You play with my world
    Like it's your little toy
    You put a gun in my hand
    And you hide from my eyes
    And you turn and run farther
    When the fast bullets fly

    Like Judas of old
    You lie and deceive
    A world war can be won
    You want me to believe
    But I see through your eyes
    And I see through your brain
    Like I see through the water
    That runs down my drain

    You fasten all the triggers
    For the others to fire
    Then you set back and watch
    When the death count gets higher
    You hide in your mansion'
    As young people's blood
    Flows out of their bodies
    And is buried in the mud

    You've thrown the worst fear
    That can ever be hurled
    Fear to bring children
    Into the world
    For threatening my baby
    Unborn and unnamed
    You ain't worth the blood
    That runs in your veins

    How much do I know
    To talk out of turn
    You might say that I'm young
    You might say I'm unlearned
    But there's one thing I know
    Though I'm younger than you
    That even Jesus would never
    Forgive what you do

    Let me ask you one question
    Is your money that good
    Will it buy you forgiveness
    Do you think that it could
    I think you will find
    When your death takes its toll
    All the money you made
    Will never buy back your soul

    And I hope that you die
    And your death'll come soon
    I will follow your casket
    In the pale afternoon
    And I'll watch while you're lowered
    Down to your deathbed
    And I'll stand over your grave
    'Til I'm sure that you're dead

  2. There is a "Van Gogh Immersive Experience" show here in The City; I went to see it in late July. It was entertaining for about 20 of its 40 minutes, packed into a former auto dealership showroom with several hundred other people. I became sick 10 days later -- not Covid; just not being exposed to "normal" coronaviruses for 1+ years will allow them to sap you, and I was with no pun sick as a Dog. And the Immersive VG still sucked.