parties thereof and clause of claws

• We hiked Browning Run Trail of Little Bennett yesterday since I posted about it Thursday 
• yesterday morning at MOCO Trail's tweeter released the block on hiking natural trails in MOCO
• I've improved my layering strategy because fuck coldfuck cold
• short sleeve wick long sleeve wick short sleeve heavy cotton t-shirt polyester hoodie polyester vest
• I don't want to live in Michigan
• Worth mentioning again, the colors of this winter's woods
• the absence of yellow weebles my wobbles 
• learning gray's so many gradations worth it

• The Rise of the Strongman, American style.
• Elkin's Bad Man: a novel for our time, capitalism, it's first mate consumerism, it's enforcer the greedherders - Bad Man's Leo Feldman, Franchiser's Ben Flesh, Dick Gibson's Dick Gibson, Bailbondsman's Alexander Main, etc....
• The unseemliness of animal competition, the celebration of, the exhortation to, the holyness its held
• The unseemliness of winning, the unseemliness of breaking even, the unseemly glee at cheating the losers
• The animal animal unseemliness of daily life for those of us who doesn't think oneself an animal
• the animal unseemliness of daily life for those of us who do
• I'm a third in, Elkin has mentioned but only cameoed Freedman and Victman and Dedman
• I've only had passing words and my first most positive report card with death threat undertones from Warden Fisher
• I wear Earthgirl hats until temp and/or windchills in twenties
• for that and lower
  
  

• I've abandoned the digital tablets - nevernote, scribblener, donenote, wird - failed for reasons distinct and honest
• Blue lighthouse now the daily tablet, and I've taken the abandoned yellow lighthouse out of red backpack and put it in black backback where blue lighthouse lives though as yet I've not yellow lighthoused since
• Lule of Raw.
• Spy on your neighbors.
• Banana-ing republic feature not bug.
• Today's I.H.M.D.
• Steak of the Union.
• Racism and Venezuela.
• Maggie's weekly links.
• { feuilleton }'s weekly links.
• I do not play enough Superchunk here or in my car.

FORECLOSURE

Lorine Niedecker

Tell em to take my bare walls down

my cement abutments

their parties thereof

and clause of claws

Leave me the land

Scratch out: the land

May prose and property both die out

and leave me peace

Parties Thereof and Clause of Claws

You have the lungs of a twenty-five year old non-smoker, said my cardiologist at yesterday's annual check-up. I said, I had the lungs of a fifty-seven year old smoker when I was twenty-five, it's why we met when I was thirty-eight. I should put sunscreen on my neck when I hike and disc. Look at those motherfucking Doctor Sevrin ears.

• Fine metaphors abound.
• The heart's good too, Beloveds.
• Imagine peak Elkin writing novels now about now.
• I did think this before checking the coming week last year - it's how I remember birthdays - and Elkin's is tomorrow. 
• The cardiologist never mentioned premature-Serendipity as a side-effect of any of my meds.
• Effjay Essionssay is The Motherfuckerer. Aloventmay implepay of indictivevay for fuck and adisticsay for fun vileay. He scares me.
• Friendly reminder: Every keystroke, every thumbing, self-incriminating.
• You thought the old yodel would be HRC not mentioning SCOTUS or DOJ every other word during POTUS, didn't you? 
• Right on stroke, Serendipity put Hope Sandoval in my head when I needed it.

FORECLOSURE

Lorine Niedecker

Tell em to take my bare walls down

my cement abutments

their parties thereof

and clause of claws

Leave me the land

Scratch out: the land

May prose and property both die out

and leave me peace

He Gave the Job to Somebody Else

• I've been trying to write about work - as in my job - in a manner that expresses how the changes being enacted, from both a motive and execution perspective by my overlords, reflects how changes are enacted in the global sense, all the while doing so without the details which, though people could be hid behind pseudonyms, illuminate the points I'm trying to express. Above, what I accomplished towards this goal this past weekend.
• Accelerationism from point of view of the body: Acceleration is one of the features of capitalist subjugation. The Unconscious is submitted to the ever increasing pace of the Infosphere, and this form of subsumption is painful—it generates panic before finally destroying any possible form of autonomous subjectivation.
• When Gentrifiers get gentrified.
• Kill the rich.
• Conspiracy and class power.
• The House of the Living.
• { feuilleton }'s weekend links.
• Kristen Hersh's favorite tracks.
• Purple Girl (and other found things).
• Grey Fox.
• To be honest, I know of only one person at work, a friend, who regularly reads this blog, though pings come in from Illhoptay's IP address all the time, so yes, cowardice, packaged as common sense, applies.
• The Bantam Menace. This is the first time I've thought about Ann Althouse in forever. Which makes me think of Michelle Malkin for the first time in forever. I remember linking to blogs that specialized in making fun of Althouses and Malkins in hopes those blogs would blogroll me back in the years of Dubya Potus. Thank you, Obama, I've grown out of linking to blogs mocking Althouses and Malkins (though not grown out of blogwhoring, obviously).
• Thomas Mann, for those of you who do.
• Rest in Peace, Dusty Rhodes.
• Two more Pere Ubu songs for David Thomas' 62nd birthday yesterday:

[Keen and lovely man moved as in a dance]

Lorine Niedecker

Keen and lovely man moved as in a dance

to be considerate in lighted, glass-walled

almost outdoor office. Business

wasn’t all he knew. He knew music, art.

Had a heart. “With eyes like yours I should think

the dictaphone” or did he say the flute?

His sensitivity—it stopped you.

And the neighbors said “She’s taking lessons

on the dictaphone” as tho it were a saxophone.

He gave the job to somebody else.

Bleggalgaze: Viral Relics in the Genome?

• ↑Today's bleggalgaze↑: sorry about all the eyes, the post exists as much to move them down from the top as to satisfy my sluttiness. Have some links, it's been days, fuck me.
• Forced Choices.
• Greenwald, Chomsky, mainstream.
• America's Achilles Heel.
• Like Uber, but for stock scams.
• Critical cartographies.
• Swing theory.
• A bleggalgaze of sorts.
• A bleggalgaze of sorts.
• My Future Hell. There is no North Bethesda, it's motherfucking Rockville.
• Lorine Niedecker's ecopoetics. Click for Niedecker poems.
• Gravity's Rainbow excerpt. Who the fuck posts Gravity's Rainbow excerpts?
• I killed the Tumblr (and everything blooger but this - sorry about the eyes) so I miss (as in both I don't see and wish I still did see) Prunella's playlists.

THE NEW ZOMBIE

Rae Armantrout

        1

I stare at a faint

spinning disc

in the black

endlessly

ready to pounce.  

        2   

I actually say,

"I'm so sick

of zombies!"  

        3 

Viral relics 

in the genome?

Genes that switch

themselves off

and on,

unthinking

but coordinated?

        4

Zombie surfeit

Half-off zombie.

The best zombie

imitation.

Invisible zombie 

hand

I'd Be a Rich Man Had I Yielded on a Few Points of Principle

• Durutti Column! Oh man, I know what my next few days is going to sound like.
• A press as deadly as the state: One of the key pillars supporting the pretense of a "responsive democracy" is the belief in a "free," "adversarial" press. But as described above -- and there is much, much more that could be said on the subject -- it is difficult to imagine how the NSA/surveillance story could redound more fully to the benefit of the States involved while simultaneously maintaining the illusion of "adversarial" journalism. It is a propaganda coup for the State of notable proportions.
• Germane nooze.
• Literature and bureaucracy.
• The Pervert's Guide to Ideology: Those lies and a way to get at the truths they conceal, the very fragile nature of the truth, are the subject of The Pervert’s Guide to Ideology by Sophie Fiennes, sister of Ralph and poor Joe (how many moons ago was Shakespeare in Love?), about the psychoanalytic film criticism of the Slovenian philosopher and critic and celebrity Slavoj Žižek. Released theatrically at the beginning of the month, it is a follow up to her 2006 film A Pervert’s Guide to Cinema. The newer film follows a very similar formal strategy as the earlier one, intercutting between clips of classic films from Hollywood to Scandinavia to Soviet Russia, while Žižek appears intermittently on sets and in costumes drawn from the very movies he claims to mine hidden and often unintentional meanings from using his patented mix of Hegelian dialectics and Lacanian psychoanalysis. 
• Oh, and in a photo, Žižek appears as Blofeld circa Diamonds Are Forver.
• Diamonds Are Forever, of course, has the famous scene of Dema Kovalenko being castrated by his own bomb as he's thrown off the side of a luxury cruise ship. Regulars here can play it in their head without my needing to post the youtube for the zillionth time.

• Anyway, there was a zebra.
• Ruefle's Observations on the Ground: Besides burying the dead in the ground, we bury our garbage, also called trash. Man-made mountains of garbage are pushed together using heavy equipment and then pushed down into the ground. The site of this burial is called a landfill. The site of the dead buried in boxes is called a cemetery. In both cases the ground is being filled. A dead body in a box can be lowered into the ground using heavy equipment, but we do not consider it trash. When the dead are not in boxes and there is a man-made mountain of them we use heavy equipment to bury them together, like trash. It is estimated that everywhere we walk we are walking on a piece of trash and the hard, insoluble remains of the dead. Whatever the case, the dead and the garbage are together in the ground where we cannot see them, for we do not relish the sight or smell of them. If we did not go about our burying, we would be in danger of being overcome.
• All that was signal dissolves into noise.
• Hey! It's Zappadan!
• Bleggalgazing.
• Food links.
• Fuck the Washington Racial Slurs.
• Fucking Ohio. Maryland too!
• Growing a bear.
• Area under surveillance.

HIS CARPETS FLOWERED

Lorine Niedecker

I

—how we’re carpet-making

by the river

a long dream to unroll

and somehow time to pole

a boat

I designed a carpet today—

dogtooth violets

and spoke to a full hall

now that the gall

of our society’s

corruption stains throughout

Dear Janey I am tossed

by many things

If the change would bring

better art

but if it would not?

O to be home to sail the flood

I’m possessed

and do possess

Employer

of labor, true—

to get done

the work of the hand…

I’d be a rich man

had I yielded

on a few points of principle

Item sabots

blouse—

I work in the dye-house

myself

Good sport dyeing

tapestry wool

I like the indigo vats

I’m drawing patterns so fast

Last night

in sleep I drew a sausage—

somehow I had to eat it first

Colorful shores—mouse ear...

horse-mint... The Strawberry Thief

our new chintz
  

II

Yeats saw the betterment of the workers

by religion—slow in any case

as the drying of the moon

He was not understood—

I rang the bell

for him to sit down

Yeats left the lecture circuit

yet he could say: no one

so well loved

as Morris
  

III

Entered new waters

Studied Icelandic

At home last minute signs

to post:

Vetch

grows here—Please do not mow

We saw it—Iceland—the end

of the world rising out of the sea—

cliffs, caves like 13th century

illuminations

of hell-mouths

Rain squalls through moonlight

Cold wet

is so damned wet

Iceland’s

black sand

Stone buntings’

fly-up-dispersion

Sea-pink and campion a Persian

carpet