Look For a Black Dog Who Answers to My Whistle

Morton Feldman, born 97 years ago today, still and always one of my deities. One of my proofs of some animating spirit piloting the world: the impossibility of listening to Feldman when driving, so quiet his loud the road and car noise drowns it out, driving my favorite venue for music

L born X years ago today! send her a wish

FUCK THE POETRY POLICE!
Hyperconnected culture and its discontents
The mother of all limited hangouts
I'm old and conspiracy-driven so it's certainly only a coincidence news of Biden trumping documents and Marxist Democrats banning gas stoves breaks the same week after the cracker shitshow in the House
NATO and the long war on the Third World
HORSE LORDS
The West is weak where it matters
The ethics of watching helmetball
Helmetball is a metaphor for America?
Avedon Carol's occasional links
Relentlessness: a syllabus
Vodalazkin?			{ feuilleton }'s weekly
What literature do we study from the 1990s?
Rest in Peace, Charles Simic
Laugh, when I think of Feldman I think of Stanley Elkin whose Bad Man was Feldman and whose novels I was reading when listening to lots of Morton

EMPIRE OF DREAMS

Charles Simic

On the first page of my dreambook

It’s always evening

In an occupied country.

Hour before the curfew.

A small provincial city.

The houses all dark.

The storefronts gutted.

I am on a street corner

Where I shouldn’t be.

Alone and coatless

I have gone out to look

For a black dog who answers to my whistle.

I have a kind of Halloween mask

Which I am afraid to put on.