Thursday, March 14, 2024

Fluff. Garbage.

They want to take us back to where we ran
from. The still-enslaved freed shitlords' kapos
deliriously greedy in service
to punish you, that's what makes them happy
It's what shitlords feed them for their fealty

I know I've thought this and am sure I've written and/or typed it but typing it now: there are no second chances painting so there's no editing, no fixing, no anguishing over what was done, no dicking with done shit, just moving forward, abandon sooner than later. The five lines above: how I heard that in my head times the edits already by counting to ten, I can't make it less shitty by editing but I *could* fuck it up more and lessen the rush of completion, I know this disqualifies me as a poet down to the level I am not an artist but I've known this since I edited my first poem in 1971

My left eye. Told yesterday by Eyedoc Jr he wants to yoink out my cataracts this Fall, says otherwise any RX for glasses will grow obsolete within a year after filling, he wants to spare me the cost of new glasses each year, fine metaphors abound

Too, 16 years since my obamapostasy viz motherfucking professional Democrats, I'm deeply embarrassed and ashamed to find myself angry at my congressman from MD-8, Jamie Raskin, a still-enslaved shitlord kapo who performatively prances as a cracker-ridiculing populist progressive Democrat, who not only supports the Zionist genocide of Palestinians (while receiving generous AIPAC donations) but voted yesterday to ban IcToktay, if asked he no doubt would say he did so to prevent the corpse of Mao from reading my texts to my daughter about her new puppy. National security, see? My right eye (both bigger here)

National security? Shitlords' frenzied you're hearing/seeing unauthorized content that breaks shitlord kayfabe, look at the on-demand bipartisanship of congress to limit the sources you use to inform your thoughts and life, borg implants (you think I'm just making a shitty Next Gen allusion, this IS in the works, I guaranfuckentee) will have eager bipartisan support. The deeper the broken kayfabe the more irreparable the kayfabe, the more determined are shitlords to insist you eat their kayfabe, so, fascism, so: fucking duh I needed to puke




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There is nothing — literally nothing — evil that Israel could do in which Israel would not be framed as the real victim.
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A bleggalgaze about litblogs
Wings of Desire{ feuilleton }'s




THE GHOST

Frank Bidart

You must not think that what I have
accomplished through you


could have been accomplished by any other means.

Each of us is to himself
indelible. I had to become that which could not

be, by time, from human memory, erased.

I had to burn my hungry, unappeasable
furious spirit


so inconsolably into you

you would without cease
write to bring me rest.


Bring us rest. Guilt is fecund. I knew

nothing I made
myself had enough steel in it to survive.


I tried: I made beautiful
paintings, beautiful poems. Fluff. Garbage.


The inextricability of love and hate?

If I had merely made you
love me you could not have saved me.

1 comment:

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    Go to the Limits of Your Longing

    Written by Rainer Maria Rilke

    Translated and read by Joanna Macy


    God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
    then walks with us silently out of the night.

    These are the words we dimly hear:

    You, sent out beyond your recall,
    go to the limits of your longing.
    Embody me.

    Flare up like a flame
    and make big shadows I can move in.

    Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
    Just keep going. No feeling is final.
    Don’t let yourself lose me.

    Nearby is the country they call life.
    You will know it by its seriousness.

    Give me your hand.

    Book of Hours, I 59


    a "listen" button with a link to joanna macy's reading is at
    https://onbeing.org/poetry/go-to-the-limits-of-your-longing/



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