Thursday, March 28, 2024

I Am Unable to Understand the Forms of My Vanity

While fume-laughing and laugh-fuming yesterday at crackers blaming the Francis Scott Key Bridge collapse on Baltimore's n****r mayor I got the wonderful news that Joe Lieberman now dead dead dead, what a shitsmear this jowly motherfucker was. Not in the competition for Lead Actor in My Apostasies Feeding My I. Hate. Motherfucking. Democrats. movie (the Clintons second and third, Obama gets the Oscar), Lieberman the clear leader for Best Supporting Asshole and perennial contender for Who Would I Hit in the Head with a Garden Shovel If I Only Get One Swing. My hate is visceral and true: Roast in Piss, you walking but now fallen turd

My ecstasy at Lieberman's DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! bolstered by news that local DC shitlord Wizard Capital and Virginia's probably genuinely cracker but definitely performative cracker governor give up trying to spend Virginia tax-payer money for a new arena which no one who lives near where it would have been wanted, gave up! (crackers complaining about the n****r state senator from Portsmouth who blocked it), but the rush of joy at the combined news dissipated by this morning, the clusterfuck proceeds apace - Larry David, responsible for the atrocity called Seinfeld, I'm told, who, I'm told, is a cranky anti-social white guy, has disappointed his cranky cracker white guy fans by bad-mouthing President Diaper, calling him a baby, a sociopath, so whatever show Larry David now has, if he has one, banned from all big-screens anchored to the wall between two antlered dear heads in wainscotted cracker rec rooms, while tonight, at Madison Square Garden, the Clintons and Obama gather with the shitlords charged with funding Motherfucking Professional Democrats to raise millions for Joe Biden who, remember this? most people don't, it's so yesterday, is genociding Palestinians. Taking my medicine = Robert Ashley born 94 years ago today

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Frank O'Hara

I wanted to be sure to reach you;
though my ship was on the way it got caught   
in some moorings. I am always tying up   
and then deciding to depart. In storms and   
at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide   
around my fathomless arms, I am unable   
to understand the forms of my vanity   
or I am hard alee with my Polish rudder   
in my hand and the sun sinking. To   
you I offer my hull and the tattered cordage   
of my will. The terrible channels where   
the wind drives me against the brown lips   
of the reeds are not all behind me. Yet   
I trust the sanity of my vessel; and   
if it sinks, it may well be in answer   
to the reasoning of the eternal voices,
the waves which have kept me from reaching you.


  1. 1/since we're speaking of the teachings of jesus, and why pope francis is hated by those people who are more catholic than the pope, and today is easter according to the church of rome, i would like to point to two of the most explicitly christian poems of james tate:

    and quote the implicitly christian poem set in the land of some of my ancestors

    I Left My Couch in Tatamagouche

    James Tate

    I desired lemonade-- it was hot and I had been walking for hours--
    but after much wrestling, pushing and shoving, I simply could not get my
    couch through the restaurant door. Several customers and the owner and
    the owner's son were kinder than they should have been, but finally
    it was time to close and I urged them to return to their homes, their
    families needed them (the question of who needs what was hardly my field
    of expertise). That night, while sleeping peacefully outside the train
    station on my little green couch, I met a giantess by the name of Anna
    Swan. She knelt beside my couch and stroked my brow with tenderness. She
    was like a mother to me for a few moments there under the night sky. In
    the morning, I left my couch in Tatamagouche, and that has made a big

    2/anna swan was a real person - as the poem states, she represents the archetype of the mother - as jesus's mother exemplifies for christian believers

    her gesture reduces our narrator's alienation from his fellow humans and helps him leave behind traumas that have crippled him

    the provincial tourism website tells us:

    A not-to-be-missed seaside village with a bustling Main Street, you'll find a craft brewery, farmers' market, handmade chocolates, fresh baked goodies, chowder, bike rentals and restored rail cars that are now an inn, all within a one-kilometre stretch.

    Tatamagouche is ideally located less than 30 minutes from three provincial parks offering warm-water beaches.

    To top it off, the Great Trail passes right through town making Tatamagouche the ideal starting point or pit stop for your Great Trail adventures.

  2. Serra's "Sequence" was installed at the San Francisco MOMA, and walking around inside curved, 5 or 6-inch sheet steel was disturbing on a human-as-insignificant, imminent collapse and be crushed level. It was also exciting, in the same way that doing something with a high risk of injury or death is exciting. Every time I went to the museum, it was the last piece of art I'd experience before hitting the street.

  3. "Larry David, responsible for the atrocity called Seinfeld, I'm told, who, I'm told, is a cranky anti-social white guy, has disappointed his cranky cracker white guy fans by bad-mouthing President Diaper, calling him a baby, a sociopath"... Hey, wait, perhaps I should look into this Larry David character; he can't be all bad! But (eyebrow hoisted) the *Sniffy-Joe Husk-Puppet has cracka fans?* They must be Purple Staters... !