Tuesday, February 27, 2024

Gesticulating Like a Flailing Infant but Too Big to Be One, It Is Then the Epitome of a Senile Being

Surely a coincidence that yesterday, the day after Aaron Bushnell self-immolated in front of the Israeli embassy here in protest against the American genocide of Palestinians and ethnic cleansing of Palestinians from Gaza and the West Bank, and the day before today's Michigan primary in which a significant number of registered Democrats promise to vote for Uncommitted rather than Biden that Genojoe announced, over an ice cream cone, and much to the apparent surprise of his Israeli accomplices in genocide, that a cease-fire is imminent, maybe as soon as next Monday. I am, as always, sidewaysier today than yesterday but less than tomorrow

Which side of the above, top or bottom, is -.06% less-shitty so I can hold my nose, not vote for it either? Sideways and my whiteyelloworangepinkaddiction, who does sideways in whiteyelloworangepink? As for my Richard Dawson addiction:

Aaron Bushnell Burned Himself Alive To Make You Turn Your Eyes To Gaza
"It says a lot about the American psyche that people can't even recognize a revolutionary act of resistance against an empire that's literally robbing us and butchering babies in our name"
"The claim that US media would have covered a self-immolation differently if it had been undertaken in protest of one of the country’s adversaries is not hypothetical."
The smearing of Bushnell has started, is escalating
"The image of a cop pointing his gun at Aaron Bushnell as he burns to death is truly the most succinct encapsulation of the brutality he died protesting against. His agonized calls for Palestinian freedom should haunt every public official who’s enabled these atrocities."
"I guarantee you, if someone lit themselves on fire to protest what's happening in Ukraine, it would be on the homepage of the New York Times and CNN right now. But because Aaron Bushnell stood against Israeli genocide, it gets no such coverage or praise"
"US Airman Aaron Bushnell did not kill himself to protest some other country's war. The US Department of Defense has compelled the participation of Air Force members like Bushnell in Israel's Gaza genocide. Their orders to deploy to Israel read "mandatory"
"Millions of people desperately trying to formulate the best zinger about self-immolation to try to go viral on a porn and online gambling app owned by a demented incel made rich by apartheid emeralds whose greatest dream is to live alone on Mars."
I'm too cynical to think CNN did this for any other reason than to get in front of truth before absorbing condemnation for lies of omission ordered from the top, be interesting to see if MSNBC and NYT come to same business decision
Extraordinary charges of bias emerge against NYTimes reporter Anat Schwartz
"Imagine a mirror image of the Anat Schwartz scandal"
IDF Kills Nearly 100 Gazans in 24 Hours as Biden Claims Cease-Fire Deal 'Close'
Just Keep Bringing Awareness To The Depravity Of The Empire In As Many Ways As Possible
Reflections on the genocide in Gaza
Macron & Many European Leaders Call For WWIII?
The Financial March to War
America’s Richest Men Ask the Courts to Make Unions Illegal
Why Are There Suddenly So Many Car Washes?
CIA: Undermining and Nazifying Ukraine Since 1953
Reactionary EcologyAutojournalism
The War on Transgender Kids Took the Life of Nex Benedict
The Millennial Left as a Moment in Internet History
Maggie's weekly{ feuilleton }'s
The virtues of failure and humility in the face of the next-to-nothingness of human existence
"Nearly all novels remind us that the story of one person both is and is not the story of other people, each of whom is the main character of their own life"
My whiteyelloworangepinkaddiction
PJ Harvey playing DC this coming Sept, who's not going with me?
New Godspeed You! Black Emperor song!
John Ashbery reading 'These Lacustrine Cities'
RIP Lyn Hejinian, the second most important Lynn in my life
RIP Lyn HejinianRIP Lyn Hejinian
In Memoriam: Lyn Hejinian (1941–2024)


Lyn Hejinian

     The clown cannot escape gravity; it cannot be light.
     With its round paper-white baby face and enormously exaggerated facial features, the clown must appear to a child like a nightmarish caricature of the figure at which the child first smiled.
     The clown is at once both newborn and a ruin. Gesticulating like a flailing infant but too big to be one, it is then the epitome of a senile being - and under its preposterous baggy pants perhaps a diapered one. We begin as small clowns and end as repulsive overgrown ones - perhaps this is the truth which with the clown frightens us.
     The clown is a swollen prototypical human, its flopping inflated body a travesty of the rounded features of young creatures that we see as adorable, vulnerable, vivacious, which is to say "cute." It appears before us to taunt us for the inadequacy of our sentimentality, the limits of our generosity, and to deny us the narcissistic pleasure of nurturing tiny beings through which life has a future.
     This goofy, looming, unpredictable, garish, frantic, bouncy, nonsensical parody of the child has emerged from beyond the horizon of childish optimism; it is clear from its expression that it has come forth out of despair to reproduce its own failure.
     Like an adolescent, its feet are too big for it - as if it had yet to grow into them, but it never will. The only fate left to the clown is to accept its punishment, its humiliation, and then depart.
     We laugh awkwardly and perhaps to loudly, as we identify with the clown.

1 comment:

  1. i heard this poem recited by the translator on a youtube video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bQAYVKqTkKo

    Let This Darkness Be a Bell Tower

    Quiet friend who has come so far,

    feel how your breathing makes more space around you. Let this darkness be a bell tower and you the bell. As you ring,

    what batters you becomes your strength. Move back and forth into the change. What is it like, such intensity of pain? If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine.

    In this uncontainable night, be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses, the meaning discovered there.

    And if the world has ceased to hear you, say to the silent earth: I flow. To the rushing water, speak: I am.

    Sonnets to Orpheus II, 29