As You Borrow a Sigh from the Same Cubic Meters of Air
Was told again last night over pints with an old English professor of mine that my "fixation" with Joe Biden's genocide of Palestinians and ethnic cleansing of Gaza and the West Bank and transference of that genocide to Harris and my refusal to embrace Harris as the sole rampart against crackerstani conquest is selfish and immature and disrespects my daughter's life and besides, it's not a genocide though, as I pointed out last night and an article in the Washington Post makes clear this morning, Israeli leaders proudly shout, fuck yeah it's genocide, and sigh
Was my professor's birthday this Thursday past, that's one side of the two-sided thing I made I brought with me to give her as a birthday card, here's the other side
It never left my backpack, would you like it? I directed the conversation to things Hilltop: who's still alive, who's retired, who's dead, what has the effing provost done now, is Hilltop building a secret tunnel under the guise of hot water pipe repairs (dubbed the Hillary Tunnel) from the parking lot of the Library to beneath Healy Hall so famous fucks speaking at Gaston Hall don't have to encounter peasants when on campus ? Are you still writing poetry, she asked. Not much, I said. Are you still painting, she asked. Nah, I said.
From Aaron Bushnell To “I’m Speaking” In Five Months
"Kamala Harris announces unconditional support for IDF rape prison, sniping children in the head, shredded children, bombing schools, bombing hospitals and the Israel's final solution for the Palestinians"
Everyday reminder: for shitlibs and their professional shitlib-whisperers protesting a genocide is INFINITY TIMES WORSE THAN EXECUTING A GENOCIDE. Get your kamalapostasy out the way early, she's a turd-human
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"'Don't complain unless you want things to get even worse for you" is literally just textbook abuser logic"
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Prof digs the "Coach" meme
"Telling people opposing genocide to shut the fuck up otherwise Trump will win, then standing there with attitude as you murder children, is another agonisingly dystopian moment for the world"
"Y’all need to refer to Kamala as Holocaust Harris in the same way we destroyed Biden’s image by calling him Genocide Joe. For as long as she refuses to support an Arms embargo or denounce AIPAC & Israel, she’ll continue to be an equal perpetrator of Genocide. Stain her fkn legacy"
Nothing’s changed since 1948 – except now Israel’s excuses don’t work
"Palestinian parents are being given plastic bags of random body parts— liquidated human beings— because rescue workers simply can't identify any of the killed"
"Comments like this are exactly why using Black elites is such a productive move for the ruling class. Rather than the protest being about challenging someone who aids in genocide it now becomes about disrespecting Black women"
As a fire axe waits in its little shop window As a tongue returns raw to the lozenge It’s not your fault you’re like this, but you are As consternation at the departure gate As drinking water to find it creamy As the linseed head of an ant might contain a social code in play As suffering comes home from work with the same names as yesterday As you forget to taste As you borrow a sigh from the same cubic meters of air As a too-slow handshake might signal sarcasm It’s not who you are but who you are and can’t undo As you shit in a room without water As you cry in a room without light We send our love We send an invoice attached as requested As if everything were intended for you
speaking of maryland style pizza, here is a true story which i heard in april 2017 at a local community college
the classroom is locked before the teacher arrives, so we music theory students gather in the hallway - the youngsters chat among themselves and I comment rarely
from time to time a fellow who carries a guitar stops to chat although he does not attend the class - perhaps his individual lesson is at the same hour somewhere else in the building
when i arrived at the gathering - half a dozen people around, approximately - he was telling the story of his first date with a coworker at Ledo's Pizza (a local chain - I thought they may have a dozen locations - actually, it's over a hundred now, including a few as far away as the Carolina's and Florida - the one in Montgomery Village is number 36)
the night before he had a dream in which arrived to pick up his date and was told he had to wait - the grandmother was there - more and more people began to arrive and it became a big party
the next day he actually goes to the house, which he had never been to before, and it is THE SAME as his dream
he does have to wait, and is asked to move his car from the driveway because THE GRANDMOTHER is coming and will need to park there
they go do whatever on the date (possibly specified before I got there, or else I just don't remember)- then he says "let's go get something to eat - maybe it seems a bit strange but I'd like to go to Ledo's" - she readily agrees - one of their managers is their server - when they are finishing they are told - "we accidentally have an extra pizza - you can take it away" - the fellow looks at the sparse attendance and the small number of pizzas waiting for takeout and deduces that the "extra" pizza is NOT an accident, but rather a favor from the manager [as the bible says, don't muzzle the kine that tread the grain]- then the girl and he go on to something else, again I forget what
the fellow said he considered telling the girl about the coincidences, but didn't want to freak her out
i said to him "the stars are with you" and he said he hoped so
i didn't tell him, but suppose, that the big party at the parents' house in the dream can be seen as potentially portending the future wedding reception of our young couple
Be proud that such pure-at-heart stumbles... fearless plan/last-minute-what-was-i-thinking... still happen to you! If i lived on a hill near your hill on the same landmass i would gladly accept and home that rune/spell in lieu of world peace! I got an artifact, from the sister of the woman i biblicked (yonks before she proffed at your hill), in the post, a score ago, a luscious sphinx, i still treasure it, it must be about 4 inches by 5 inches; i pull it out of the box and gloat once a year. Much better than the cherry i left with proffsis. Beluv'd Wife helped, casually, a gallerist sell expensive Aht to her well off lady-chums and was given a "framed, signed Dali print" as (derisory) thanks: was it printed from a 72-dpi- jpeg download on discount laser paper? we stil wonder. The "what is Art?" is not just a fancy French question. The shit outnumbers the gold by a billion-to-one but serves, also, to help the gold shine.
speaking of maryland style pizza, here is a true story which i heard in april 2017 at a local community college
ReplyDeletethe classroom is locked before the teacher arrives, so we music theory students gather in the hallway - the youngsters chat among themselves and I comment rarely
from time to time a fellow who carries a guitar stops to chat although he does not attend the class - perhaps his individual lesson is at the same hour somewhere else in the building
when i arrived at the gathering - half a dozen people around, approximately - he was telling the story of his first date with a coworker at Ledo's Pizza (a local chain - I thought they may have a dozen locations - actually, it's over a hundred now, including a few as far away as the Carolina's and Florida - the one in Montgomery Village is number 36)
the night before he had a dream in which arrived to pick up his date and was told he had to wait - the grandmother was there - more and more people began to arrive and it became a big party
the next day he actually goes to the house, which he had never been to before, and it is THE SAME as his dream
he does have to wait, and is asked to move his car from the driveway because THE GRANDMOTHER is coming and will need to park there
they go do whatever on the date (possibly specified before I got there, or else I just don't remember)- then he says "let's go get something to eat - maybe it seems a bit strange but I'd like to go to Ledo's" - she readily agrees - one of their managers is their server - when they are finishing they are told - "we accidentally have an extra pizza - you can take it away" - the fellow looks at the sparse attendance and the small number of pizzas waiting for takeout and deduces that the "extra" pizza is NOT an accident, but rather a favor from the manager [as the bible says, don't muzzle the kine that tread the grain]- then the girl and he go on to something else, again I forget what
the fellow said he considered telling the girl about the coincidences, but didn't want to freak her out
i said to him "the stars are with you" and he said he hoped so
i didn't tell him, but suppose, that the big party at the parents' house in the dream can be seen as potentially portending the future wedding reception of our young couple
there's a poem by thomas hardy that i like
https://www.online-literature.com/hardy/moments-of-vision/37/
"It never left my backpack, would you like it?"
ReplyDeleteBe proud that such pure-at-heart stumbles... fearless plan/last-minute-what-was-i-thinking... still happen to you! If i lived on a hill near your hill on the same landmass i would gladly accept and home that rune/spell in lieu of world peace! I got an artifact, from the sister of the woman i biblicked (yonks before she proffed at your hill), in the post, a score ago, a luscious sphinx, i still treasure it, it must be about 4 inches by 5 inches; i pull it out of the box and gloat once a year. Much better than the cherry i left with proffsis. Beluv'd Wife helped, casually, a gallerist sell expensive Aht to her well off lady-chums and was given a "framed, signed Dali print" as (derisory) thanks: was it printed from a 72-dpi- jpeg download on discount laser paper? we stil wonder. The "what is Art?" is not just a fancy French question. The shit outnumbers the gold by a billion-to-one but serves, also, to help the gold shine.