Showing posts with label About That Ceasing Seething. Show all posts
Showing posts with label About That Ceasing Seething. Show all posts

Monday, March 13, 2023

Awful, Dull, Brutally Inconsequential


Someone posted a youtube on twitter of an asshole abandoning his dog, all of my nightmares start when a video I saw on TV thirty years ago of an asshole abandoning his dog plays in my head, and then I saw an article with photo of a fat asshole gloating over a slain elephant, this was Saturday past, I'm still sideways, seething, and just now vegan twitter linked to an account supposedly belonging to an organic dog meat company that declared one can love dogs and eat them too, motherfucking humans


I seethe, constantly, today have a meeting with the single most annoying human in the Library, will I have a job tomorrow, of course I will have a job tomorrow, I know not to blurt what I'm thinking when I'm seething, not blurting just makes me seethe more


This the torso of my second full-body self-portrait glued to the back of and upside-down from the first, was painted Friday when I was just furious but not seething, I was seething when I painted the first 



Reminder: shitlords privatize profits and nationalize losses
Fear of Nature, Love of the Ocean, and Other Links From the Brink
They Work So Hard To Manufacture Our Consent Because They Absolutely Require It
Shrugging in the shadow of a monster
FRAGILE CAPITALISTSBailout
Motherfucking Democrats voted to deregulate banks during the "Trump-era," you useless turd
Israel relies on settler violence
Jet-settersFRESH HELLReminder: American christers and crackers don't *love* Israel, they *envy* Israel
A shimmering ode to a killer agentAnd then nakba the Jews for Jesusland
Six war mongering think tanks and the military contractors that fund them
The Shameful Imperialist Legacy of Elihu Root, Godfather of Corporate Law
(a) L grew up in Glen Echo and (b) the best veggie sushi in Moco is in Glen Echo and (c) we got married in Glen Echo 35 years ago this July and (d) fuck Lexus Lanes
Unhiddenness{ feuilleton }'s weekly
How to Grow Re-enchanted with the World
BUK (YUCK!) and BUDDHA BULL
Time times timeMaggie's weekly
William T Vollmann: a reader's guide
Jason Molina's Rust Belt Blues Masterpiece





SELF-PORTRAIT

Robert Creeley

He wants to be
a brutal old man,
an aggressive old man,
as dull, as brutal
as the emptiness around him,

He doesn’t want compromise,   
nor to be ever nice
to anyone. Just mean,
and final in his brutal,
his total, rejection of it all.

He tried the sweet,   
the gentle, the “oh,
let’s hold hands together”
and it was awful,
dull, brutally inconsequential.

Now he’ll stand on
his own dwindling legs.   
His arms, his skin,   
shrink daily. And
he loves, but hates equally.

Thursday, May 26, 2022

a commercial promises to reduce plaque more effectively in this same tone


Get Madge off the top of the page, Violence? You're soaking in it! yo, here're mountain laurels last evening at Rachel Carson, one of two best trails in Moco for mountain laurel (the other being Seneca Greenway between Old Seneca and Berryville Roads which we'll do this weekend), we are four or five days away peak mountain laurel.

Best cat reminder from two evenings ago right before Fleabus partook of leg valley:


Seething: I must have enjoyed it to the point of addiction once, did I ever think seething unto itself a sign of posed righteousness and if yes of what? Duty? When I went to youtube to find the Crumb I had to sit through an ad created since the Uvalde Massacre by motherfucking Senate Democrats asking for donations to their reelection campaigns to help them curb gun violence, fund raising off an event regularly expected (if not each event specifically scheduled) by shitlords to maintain Shitlordistan Exceptionalism: the events themselves may be random but their occurrence planned, prompted, anticipated, profitable! If you're reading this shitty blog, why do I scream this at *you*?



THE MASSACRE OF THE INNOCENTS

William Jay Smith

Because I believe in the community of little children
Because I have suffered such little children to be slain:
I have gazed upon the sunlight, dazed, bewildered,
As is a child by nothing more than rain.

Not until I can no longer climb,
Until my life becomes the tallest tree,
And every limb of it a lint of shame,
Shall I look out in time, in time to see

Again those who were so small they could but die
Who had only their vast innocence to give:
That I may tell them, pointing down to the sky,
How beautiful it was to live.



RESPONDING

Julianna Spahr

I

This is a place without a terrain a government that always
          changes an unstable language. Even buildings disappear
          from day to day.

[gendered pronoun] wanders in this place
                                                                       [searching
                                                                                                [waiting

the condition of unbearableness is the constant state of mind
            for all occupants

we read all day in the village square during the rule of [name
          of major historical figure] a book that is so subtle

                                                   [its political content goes unnoticed

what is political content?

                                                          [the question or the statement

[gender pronoun] creates

                                        [a reader culture

                                        [generic plural pronoun] prefer both

                                                      II

realism's authenticities are not the question

the question [role of art in the State

we know art is fundamental to the [New State] as is evidenced
         in village scenes, majestic ancient views, masses and
         masses of [generic human figures] marching in columns,
         swords coded as plowshares, image as spectacle

we kn0w [name of city], [adjective], [name of major composer]
to recode [reduce] it: Linz, ambiguous, Wagner

we know [name of major historical figure] calls, authentically,
         for a more total, more radical war than we can even
         dream in the language of the avant-garde

we know a commercial promises to reduce plaque more
         effectively in this same tone

but sometimes we exceed even our own expectations to
          surprise even ourselves

something encloses the impossible in a fable

an unreal world called real because it is so heavily metaphoric

we can't keep our fingers of connection out of it



it is a ride in the country, the car crowded with children
                                                   [each child represents a different
                                                              ethnicity of [name of nation]

it is a moment of standing with light resonating around [major
          historical figure

it is a guiding of the child towards the right path

it is a picnic in a field, the spread is bountiful
[the spread of [name of nation] is represented through the
          arrangement of food on the checkered tablecloth

it is [name of major historical figure]'s Art Collection:
           figure after figure
           each carries spears, lunges, draws the arm back to pull
                   tight the bow

a ruined plaza has a [gendered human form] at its en
        trance

a [generic child] draws a sword under the guidance of
[generic possessive pronoun] [honorific denoting repro-
ductive role]

a [generic human form] raises [generic pronoun] arms and
four horses turn away

another plays a lute

an eagle holds a symbol

fake [name of nation used as an adjective] heads



while the end of lunacy in art was explicit in [name of major
         historical figure]'s rhetoric

while when nation turns to art, art loses its divergence

while the [generic human figures] come back from war, their
         legs in fog

while a [generic human figure] sculpts, small against the
          expanse of marble, giving into the monumental human
          form that symbolizes eugenic possibilities

while another [generic human figure] pedantically draws
          postcards of village centers, operas, mountain vistas

while overwhelmed by an opera [name of major historical 
          figure] plans genocide

                                                    III

we know we respond resistantly as faked children's books of
         realist adventure tales have turned into military instruc-
         tion manuals


or [name of major historical figure] hails a cab, [generic
          possessive human pronoun] hand raised here, beckoning
          as the red flag with [name of fast food chain] waves
          behind [generic human pronoun] and the red star on top  
          of the [name of cultural landmark in major city] twinkles.


many people raise their hands for different purposes all day
         long


we are always waiting for our cab to come



the question here is the same as that of a relationship
where does art define our vocabulary?

the margin declares


[it is impossible to speak about something


it is only possible to speak beside it

Saturday, May 15, 2021

Shitty Kitty En Route to the Gulf of Tonkin or En Route to a Race Riot?


Two days ago the 36th anniversary of Philly pigs bombing a city block of African-Americans
Today in Rhetorical Questions!
Every state not condemning Israel (& every state condemning Israel too) studying world's reaction to Israel's pogrom against Palestinians for lessons how to implement future pogroms & what they can get away with when they launch their pogroms against their indigenous undesirables (fuck, pogroms against each and every undesirable) in this age of digital witnessing in real time and constant digital surveillance of the witnesses witnessing
A binational, inherently undemocratic entity governed through an apartheid regime
^^ Psst! This is how the American West was *won* ^^Stuart Hall: a discussion
During Israel's pogrom against indigenous Palestinians Joe Motherfucking Biden addresses the CRITICAL give Neera Tanden a job crisis!
Another day in motherfucking crackerstan
Shitlord playbook: same as it ever was
Why isn't modern monetary theory common knowledge?
Ten new books about wildliferiots and/or poeticsReleased 30 years ago yesterdayCreeley's letters
You can’t change material conditions and preserve culture at the same time?
Rashid Hussein: 5 PoemsHumans don't suck?
Eros after Covid?Intelligent ForestMost humans suckThis human sucks VV
One year ago today I wrote: Eno's birthday, seventy-two today. Fripp tomorrow. Second half of May fat with birthdays.... (B)eing negotiated, abandoning both *Egoslavian* and *My Sillyass Deserted Island Five Game* branding, abandoning the ritual of my own self-defining calendar, I can't imagine it happening but once I could never imagine even considering abandoning either since that a necessary first step to abandoning more
I abandoned *Egoslavian,* I still MSADI5G not because I still think about it all the time but because (a) I don't and (b) I don't read or listen much at all to those poets, novelists, or musicians who are on it any more, forgive me, it fascinates me, but not as much as once, so progress

 

 

SHITTY KITTY

Don Mee Choi

Here comes Shitty Kitty en route to the Gulf of Tonkin or en route to a race riot? That
is the question and meanwhile discipline is the keystone and meanwhile did you
see on TV helicopters being ditched into the sea? That is also my film and meanwhile
all refugees must be treated as suspects. Looking for your husband? Looking for
your son? That is the question and meanwhile she was the mother of the boy or that
is what the translator said or Shitty Kitty or shall we adhere to traditional concepts
of military discipline tempered with humanitarianism? That is the question and
meanwhile South Korea exports military labor left over from the war. That is also my
history or is that your history? That is the question and meanwhile
 
          (CHORUS: Dictator Park Chung Hee and his soldiers in Ray-Bans)
 
          How much?
          $7.5 million=per division
          or Binh Tai massacre=$7.5 million
          or Binh Hoa massacre=$7.5 million
          or Dien Nien—Phuoc Binh massacre=$7.5 million
          or Go Dai massacre=$7.5 milion
          or Ha My massacre=$7.5 million
          or Phong Nhi & Phong Nhat massacre=$15 million
          or Tay Vinh massacre=$7.5 million
          or Vinh Xuan massacre=$7.5 million
          or Mighty History?

That is the question and meanwhile a riot began over a grilled cheese sandwich at
Subic Bay. Discrimination or perception? That is the question and meanwhile the
sailor refused to make a statement or translate? That is the question and meanwhile
twenty-six men all black were charged with assault and rioting and meanwhile did
you translate? That is my question and meanwhile lard or Crisco? Aye, aye, sir!
 
          (Anti-CHORUS: kittens in frilly white bonnets, bibs, and mittens)
 
                                                       K I T T Y  S O N G
 
                                                     I, aye-aye-sir!
                                                  I, crazy-daisy-sir!
                                                I, export-quality-sir!
                                                   I, grill-grill-sir!
                                                I, meow-meow-sir!
                                                  I, kitty-litter-sir!

Tuesday, November 10, 2020

The Topic This Morning Is an Unparaphrasable Logic Constructed from Parallelisms and Images and Held Together, on Occasion, by Nothing but the Magical Non-Sequitur

BODY BAG

Franz Wright

Like the condom in a pinch one size fits all.




Woods have toggled to Winter, this from Sunday's lovely two and a half mile loop one way and then the other at Bucklodge Conservancy between Slidell and Peach Tree in brilliant late afternoon early November light.

Fuckers gonna nipple/balls/clit-clamp you and hand-crank the car battery every day the rest of your life, I can't retreat to the woods but I can resort to them








DAY ONE

Franz Wright

Good morning class. Today
we're going to be discussing
the deplorable adventures
of Franz Wright and his gory flute.
Just kidding. The topic this morning

is an unparaphrasable logic constructed
from parallelisms and images
and held together, on 
occasion, by nothing
but the magical non-sequitur

but the hell with that.
We should really examine
your life, the one you bought,
and what happened when you got home
and attempted to assemble it:

that disfiguring explosion
no one witnessed, no one heard,
which you yourself cannot recall,
and by whose unimaginable light you seek
to write the name of beauty

Sunday, November 8, 2020

A Condition in Which Lacerations Are Liable to Occur

The Debussy prelude related to what's at the below link for 2020 November 7, the Baker & Chowder, posted for you to listen to (or not) when reading the links below (or not), they're fresh (and with little new fresh me-barking today)


 

  1. The Law of Diminishing Utilitarianism
  2. Within fifteen minutes of media’s universal thumb’s up from some shitlord four-star thumbs-upper John Kasich says Biden will trash Social Security
  3. I’m not kidding
  4. Hold on: I have been narrating our country’s toboggan ride to hell for much of my adult life, and I can attest that Biden’s triumph by itself is not enough to bring it to a stop. It will never stop until a Democratic president faces up to his party’s mistakes and brings to a halt the ignoble experiment of the last four decades.
  5. President Pence, I see Mike Pence on silly Too Soon To Rank So Let’s Rank 2024 Contenders, Pence has one chance to be president and it’s coming soon, just agree to infamously pardon Trump Inc, does honorable Mike Pence do it? 
  6. Totalitarian dictator to leave office after losing attention: The record turnout for Biden wasn’t for Biden. It wasn’t even really to stop Trump. Ultimately, though most voters were unconscious of their true motive, it was to stop the mass media from shrieking hysterical bullshit in their faces all the time and making them feel crazy. Lots more there
  7. How Trump lost: Among the richest Americans—those earning over $100,000—Trump substantially improved his margin of victory over 2016. But in blue-collar America, his support crumbled. Some of that shift may be because of Trump’s opponent, but much of it is because of Trump himself. Except perhaps on trade, he turned out not to be the economic populist he vowed to be in 2016.
  8. Oblivion: Now, what I'm saying is that even with the pandemic, Trump came within a hair's breadth of retaining states like Wisconsin, Michigan and Arizona. Had the GOP Senate leadership agreed to pass a second stimulus bill, Trump would probably be coasting to a second term. As it is, the failure to get to grips with the virus, the concomitant economic misery and the lack of public support, is probably the major reason why Trump's margin slightly reduced among white male voters. It is certainly the only thing that added life to Biden's otherwise minimalist, vague campaign
  9. The above two are paywalled, if you want a PDF send me an email 
  10. What we owe Trump.
  11. The Left's silence during the imperial election
  12. Maggie's weekly links 
  13. { feuilleton }'s weekly links 
  14. 2020 November 7 one and only draft, the DeBussy related to Baker & Chowder

 

 

BLADE

Franz Wright

If I stare into it long enough, the point comes when I don't know what it's called, a condition in which lacerations are liable to occur, like a slip of the tongue; when a single drop of blood might billow in a glass of water, blooming in velvet detonation and imparting to it the colorless, tasteless, and sourceless fear in which I wake.