Thursday, March 17, 2022

That Dog, For Example, Whose Refusal to Leave My Side I Mistook, as a Child, for Loyalty When All Along It Was Just Blind

Modern capitalism is weirder than you think
I would love to be a spider fluent in Chinese under the table at Xi's inner-circle meetings
Oil companies lament rising price of Joe Manchin
The superpower of admitting the obvious
Histories of people, histories of rupture
Dynamics of the Russian political economy
There *are* no honest brokers is shitlord wars of choice
The fog of war and shitlord profiteering
Nine haikus on clustcrackerfuck cause what the fuck:
Covid seasonal flu now No money for you but Ukrainians
YES! your child tax dumped Our crackerization on pace, women must piss
when crossing state lines and prudes view your genitals before you can pee
shitlord megaphones call me the intolerant fuck, would the straw man
not have so many job applicants, *all* of us over-qualified!
The pivot to war, post-plague that never happened, the war-frothy glee
Dem professionals drooling, IR neo-con boneristical
chanting, but christer cracker wants to look at my daughter's cunt your son's
balls before they pee Shitlords know how to distract us, their enema
First draft then edited here until abandoned

Photo and flip by L, me, Sunday past, Glenstone
The state in times of social and economic fragility
In my most obscure Kids in the Hall allusion yet, Two Dipshits Agree
Thom Gunn summarizes Henry James in two lines
I am 1/4th through James' *Wings of the Dove, * so far so-so
Fredric Jameson on Tokarczuk's Jacob
I am 3/5ths through and on hiatus, I will return but it will never be love (I *did* love *Drive Your Plow* but didn't love *Flights*), I will return, I don't promise to finish it
What if this is just the way things are now?
The greater clustcrackerfuck's static the less this shitty blag be read the increase in what the fuck at my end, another fucking human seeking gross personal profit in disaster
I vouch for Jake Xerxes Fussell's *Good and Green Again*


Carl Phillips

Somewhere, people must still do things like fetch
water from wells in buckets, then pour it out
for those animals that, long domesticated, would
likely perish before figuring out how to get
for themselves. That dog, for example, whose
refusal to leave my side I mistook, as a child,
for loyalty — when all along it was just blind ... What
is it about vulnerability that can make the hand
draw back, sometimes, and can sometimes seem
the catalyst for rendering the hand into sheer force,
destructive? Don’t you see how you’ve burnt almost
all of it, all the tenderness, away, someone screams
to someone else, in public — and looking elsewhere,
we walk quickly past, as if even to have heard
that much might have put us at risk of whatever fate
questions like that
                                     spring from. Estrangement — 
like sacrifice — begins as a word at first, soon it’s
the stuff of drama, cue the follow-up tears that
attend drama, then it’s pretty much the difference
between waking up to a storm and waking up
inside one. Who can say how she got there — 
in the ocean, I mean — but I once watched a horse
make her way back to land mid-hurricane: having
ridden, surfer-like, the very waves that at any moment
could have overwhelmed her in their crash to shore, she
shook herself, looked back once on the water’s restlessness — 
history’s always restless — and the horse stepped free.


  1. 1/as i looked at your flipped photo for some reason i was reminded of something from william blake

    Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for that called Body is a portion of Soul discerned by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age.

    2/this photo is from glenstone - two family members, broadly speaking, have been there and recommended it to me - my brother, who took his young adult children, and my stepsister, who went there with residents of the retirement community my father and her mother used to live in - and as i was writing this comment she called me, which happens only once every few months - she lives in germany and has a russian friend who follows the russian media and so has an entirely different understanding of the armed conflict currently underway on european soil

    3/and speaking of things europeans do, when i saw your earlier photo from glenstone i wondered if it is customary to use that location as a pissoir

    4/and speaking of henry james, the recent article in nyrb about his american travelogue reminded me of a passage from his brother william james - who discussed how a traveler's report of a trip would depend very much on what mattered to that traveler, what they paid attention to, their usual mood, and so on

    5/trying to find that passage, of james, which i recall encountering in the first edition of robert ornstein's the psychology of consciousness, i discovered that the latter is now in its fourth edition, and part of a trilogy, which includes:

    God 4.0; On the Nature of Higher Consciousness and the Experience Called “God”
    Robert Ornstein with Sally M. Ornstein

    ...What does it mean to go beyond our ordinary perception of reality? Why, throughout human history, has almost all of humanity had the concept of transcendence and connection to “the other” – to the “spirit world,” “to God,” or to “the One behind it all?”

    Coalescing findings from the shamans of the Ice Age (God 1.0); to the first temples, priests and gods of the Neolithic era and Mesopotamia (God 2.0); to the prophets and the spiritual teachers of Judaism, Christianity and Islam (God 3.0), Ornstein’s new book explores how verbal descriptions of a nonverbal transcendental experience, always understood to be metaphorical, gradually became taken as literal truth.

    In a stunning unification of modern science, religion and spirituality, the book presents a provocative new view of “God” centered on the quiescent faculty within each of our minds that, if developed, can help to dissolve religious, tribal and cultural biases and usher in a higher level of conscious connection — a new “spiritual literacy” — God 4.0.

    “This landmark book shines new light on things we thought we understood.” — Charles Swencionis, Associate Professor of Psychology, Yeshiva University

    “…a stunning tour de force of erudition, deftly summarizing forty thousand years of the human search for spiritual transcendence.” — Lisa Alther, novelist and author of four New York Times best sellers

    “I had the great pleasure of interviewing…Ornstein in the 1990s. He was among the core group of thinkers at the forefront of what we now think of as the “consciousness movement” and had the rare gift of combining rigorous scientific methodology with the whimsy and humor of a Sufi storyteller. This, his final book, takes the exploration to a new level – to the very boundary where human consciousness touches the divine.” — Jeffrey Mishlove, PhD Host, New Thinking Allowed

  2. Asset-management, or domination of the many by the control of the few for the benefit of the least is Totalitarianism by any other name.

    The only minds capable of such horror are either Megalomaniacal Menaces or Grandiose Delusional montrosities. Rather than fawn over, write peons to or celebrate these monumental asses, we should be putting them in straight jackets and administering 15 milligrams of Haldol.