I've Never Been an Old Woman Knitting By a Fire But I've Played One in Images Where It Meant Being Foolish, a Mistress of Distraction's Indirection
My red hat should be finished today. If you'd like one let me know, I know a knitter, there are currently eleven on order so it will be awhile but let me know. Pathetic, me, not wanting to post on Fridays like recently, especially before the Holiest Weekend and Sunday in Helmetballstan. Rest of the monologue in red in the grid. Exene turned 70 two days ago, she's magashit now, the fuck? it was better before before they voted for what's his name, this was supposed to be the new world
"Bipartisan consensus: endless billions for Israel, tens of billions for ICE, a trillion for the Pentagon - while jacking up healthcare premiums on tens of millions of Americans by 200%-300%"
Meanwhile, in the ongoing genocide and ethnic cleansing in Israel
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You do realize one of the main benefits of dispatching magagestapogoons on Americans is that Americans lose focus on the ongoing genocide and ethnic cleansing in Gaza
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Reading Edward Said in the context of the Gaza genocide
I made a mistake when I implied I would be sent to the Williamsport concentration camp, I will be sent to a concentration camp no nearer than West Texas, the Williamsport concentration camp will torture and starve to death lucratively paid protesters from Seattle, my apologies. Being blindfolded, shackled, kicked into position by taunting guards and barking dogs and flown to a destination you will never know where you are kneeling on concrete in the middle of the night and beaten if you slump unless and until you are released a key sadistic first class in your future
"'Rule by sheer violence,’ Hannah Arendt wrote, ‘comes into play when power is being lost.’ She continued: ‘The effectiveness of terror depends almost entirely on the degree of social atomisation, the disappearance of ... organised opposition.’ The resistance in the Twin Cities has not pushed ICE and CBP away yet, but it has turned a supposed projection of state power into a floundering tool of homicidal violence. It has also shown what kinds of rot must flourish in Washington in order to keep the goons in Minnesota
"It's interesting how pretty much none of the Democrats positioning themselves to run for president are actually trying to take advantage of the moment and instead seem to be acting on the assumption that they'll be installed as nominee by the donor class"
"If you want to be in the top echelon of American (or Israeli, and possibly UK) elites they need to know you can be trusted. They need blackmail. You have to make your bones. Once you’ve committed an unspeakable crime, and they have pictures and video (remember, Epstein had cameras everywhere), well you can be allowed in, because you’re not going to use any power you have in any way the betrays elite interests, because they can destroy you any time they want"
Starting to Look Like AI Has Killed the Entire Model of College
"The woke scolds are trying to make this about racism. But Musk is right. It's about historical and scientific integrity. When the God of Thunder disguises himself as a swan to seduce and fuck a queen and the resulting baby hatches from an egg, *of course* the baby will be white. It's just science"
The beautiful building and beautiful campus that once was the headquarters of National Geographic (long before the abomination that is Kentlands) on 28 near Quince Orchard now home to cops
We're taking a year off from Maine this summer and instead going to the very northern most tip of Michigan's lower penisula (L's in the Traverse City plein air, it's a big deal), I've been Modest Mouse bingeing of late, below is the last Modest Mouse song I will deliberately listen to until late June, Modest Mouse will be the main event in the long drives to hikes and disc golf courses and basic exploration
Armantrout's musings have been translated into limericks by DeepSeek, whose name in Chinese, "深度求索" (shēndù qiúsuǒ), resonates as a philosophical pursuit — meaning not just to seek deeply, but to engage in the perpetual, almost sacred act of questioning, as if truth were a horizon one walks toward forever.
1/A creature of habit? Oh no, My behaviors just come and they go Like a pile of clothes, Who knows what I’ll chose From the motions the centuries sow.
I once felt each movement was blessed, And each action by mandate addressed, But before sowing, reaping, And calendars keeping — I just wear what I like, and I rest.
2/II’ve never been old by the fire, Just playing the part for the liar Who calls it unwise, With averted eyes— A mistress of covert desire.
To knit and to rock was the chore That patience was meant to adore, But reckless in soul, I let loose the control And unravel the thread to the core.
A nineteenth-century poet penned with care: "Of words most sad that tongue or pen declare, The saddest are"—and here he paused, and then— "It might have been, it might have been."
What if our better angels held more sway? What if our demons faded into gray? If divine light burned brighter in each soul, Might we have built a world more truly whole?
Or could it be that somewhere cousins live With nurture wise, or nature apt to give A culture balanced, steady, built to last— To hold their ground when others breathe their past?
While we may falter in the trials ahead, Perhaps they'll thrive where we could not be led— A branch that bends but does not break and fall, That weathers storms consuming others all.
Or must we find our peace another way? In trust, acceptance, come what may, what may— To know the universal will goes on, The urge to be, though we ourselves are gone?
The cosmos strives, becomes, transforms, renews— Perhaps that current is enough to use As comfort when our own lights dim and cease: Becoming never ends, while we find peace.
Armantrout's musings have been translated into limericks by DeepSeek, whose name in Chinese, "深度求索" (shēndù qiúsuǒ), resonates as a philosophical pursuit — meaning not just to seek deeply, but to engage in the perpetual, almost sacred act of questioning, as if truth were a horizon one walks toward forever.
ReplyDelete1/A creature of habit? Oh no,
My behaviors just come and they go
Like a pile of clothes,
Who knows what I’ll chose
From the motions the centuries sow.
I once felt each movement was blessed,
And each action by mandate addressed,
But before sowing, reaping,
And calendars keeping —
I just wear what I like, and I rest.
2/II’ve never been old by the fire,
Just playing the part for the liar
Who calls it unwise,
With averted eyes—
A mistress of covert desire.
To knit and to rock was the chore
That patience was meant to adore,
But reckless in soul,
I let loose the control
And unravel the thread to the core.
https://chat.deepseek.com/share/jnpnvw23mbpg5ja82i
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ReplyDeleteWhat Might Have Been
DeleteA nineteenth-century poet penned with care:
"Of words most sad that tongue or pen declare,
The saddest are"—and here he paused, and then—
"It might have been, it might have been."
What if our better angels held more sway?
What if our demons faded into gray?
If divine light burned brighter in each soul,
Might we have built a world more truly whole?
Or could it be that somewhere cousins live
With nurture wise, or nature apt to give
A culture balanced, steady, built to last—
To hold their ground when others breathe their past?
While we may falter in the trials ahead,
Perhaps they'll thrive where we could not be led—
A branch that bends but does not break and fall,
That weathers storms consuming others all.
Or must we find our peace another way?
In trust, acceptance, come what may, what may—
To know the universal will goes on,
The urge to be, though we ourselves are gone?
The cosmos strives, becomes, transforms, renews—
Perhaps that current is enough to use
As comfort when our own lights dim and cease:
Becoming never ends, while we find peace.