Showing posts with label Sonic Youth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sonic Youth. Show all posts

Monday, June 17, 2024

Why Are We Forever Afraid of Bathtubs, of Water Hitting Us in the Face Like the Invisible Stoning of an Anonymous Crowd

Had a wonderful long drive with my daughter day before yesterday, of all the people I know in real life no one understands and shares and exceeds at times my clusterfuckangstandanger more than my daughter (and son-in-law: it's them who will endure and maybe survive the coming decades, not me), but I'm like



and she, who does not digitally baste in the clusterfuck like I do, is like

They are now glued back-to-back. Failed another novel, a reread of Vollmann's *Royal Family,* I'd like to blame my eyes and my age but my attention span in the clusterfuckocene more to blame than both combined (I also abandoned McCarthy's *Child of God* halfway through but McCarthy shares half the blame, the book, after reading the Border Trilogy and *Blood Meridian* years ago and especially after reading *Suttree* and *The Passenger* within the last year and a half, sucks). I can't try to quit the noise until I want to quit the noise and I'm nowhere near that but at least the thought has now crossed, if not lodged, in my mind

So, gridofangers for the foreseeable future. Starting a two week hexjeff hiatus I imposed on myself last week and plan to end tonight. Weeded the blogrolls - anyone who hasn't posted in three months shifted to one of the Moribund purgatories - W in Phoenix, Z in Milwaukee, this means you - so if any resurrect I'll see it. If there's anyone you're reading who you think I might like please send me the link (or the name of a novel, please, I need to fail a new one). When the bell rings at the circ desk I now count to ten before encountering the patron, imagine myself Fleabus drinking from instead of screaming at the bathtub faucet




Our shitlords will destroy the world before they give up their power
⬆"NATO in talks to put nuclear weapons on standby"⬆
ISRAEL’S NEW AIR WAR IN THE WEST BANK: NEARLY HALF OF THE DEAD ARE CHILDREN
"The New York Times owns a building in Jerusalem stolen from a Palestinian family during the Nakba"
⬇ACTS OF LANGUAGE⬇
"This focus on the speech used tο support Palestinian rights does more than obscure the context in which protesters are speaking; it also obscures the reality about which they speak. I believe in the power and importance of language. But what is happening is not primarily about language. Words are not weapons of mass destruction: when we encourage others to use language with care, we should be sure to do the same ourselves. Some metaphors are inappropriate in some contexts. The context here is a quantity of ammunition dropped on Gaza that is equivalent to more than three times that of the atom bomb dropped on Hiroshima. A high proportion of those bombs were US-made and supplied. Those bombs were not made of language, and they certainly were not metaphors"
SETTLERS SET FIRE TO THIS BOY!
"You're either living in the old world with Biden, Trump, Clinton, Pelosi, McConnell, Schumer, Jeffries, etc. who've all been bribed to provide legitimacy to Zionist lies, OR you're in the new world where we ignore ruling class attempts to manipulate us and we say "Free Palestine"
Enormous Shifts in Consciousness
"I’mma tell my grandchildren I watched a genocide for 9 months in real time, documented by the psychopaths themselves"
Israel's suicideSociopath mocks his victims
"The three devils - American Imperialism, Soviet Social Imperialism, Jewish Zionism" (watch Blinken's face)
House Republican Claims Every GOP Colleague Has an ‘AIPAC Babysitter’ Pressuring Them to Cast Pro-Israel Votes
Biden: it's not genocide/Zionists: fuck yeah it's genocide
"It sure is a crazy coincidence how western politicians and media always start urgently telling us about an invisible epidemic of left wing antisemitism every time western military ties to Israel are subjected to widespread public scrutiny"
Citibank Finances the Colonization of Palestine
TOTAL UNCHECKED IMMUNITY
"Further proof that this war has become an annuity for corrupt contractors"
Columbian president: What we found at ‘peace conference’ in Switzerland is that basically it’s an alignment on the side of war
One of the evilest motherfuckers of my lifetime
"If kids got raped by clowns as often as they get raped by preachers it would be against the law to take your kids to the circus"
Some Links And An Open Thread 2024-146
Maryland governor to pardon 175,000 marijuana convictions in sweeping order
Maggie's weeklyUnknown Language Number Nineteen
Downstream effects: The cautionary tale of the Mississippi River
He is the Most Dangerous Artifact in Human History
Liquified natural gasback fundi
I Swear It Wasn't Murder, It Was Involuntary Bug Slaughter Until I Mercy Annihilated the Bug
{ feuilleton }'sA (not mine) bleggalgaze
My favorite song of the excellent new Kim Gordon album and a potential theme song for me to number and then forget the number⬇





IN THE NAME OF THE TYRANT

Rebecca Seiferle

What did we suffer for? why did we flee
our houses as if we had been hostages at our own
tables? Even free, we were not free, we kept
breaking down in thrift stores, our eyes
tearing in bins of glasses taken from the faces
of the dead; disoriented and dizzy as crows
swarming the corpses of our own hearts,
in the aisles of the department stores
filled with the glitter of plenty, we kept
spilling coffee on ourselves. Why
are we forever afraid of bathtubs, of water
hitting us in the face like the invisible
stoning of an anonymous crowd, why does buying
makeup make us feel guilty, why do we
eat our food like thieves? Why do we
sneak our friends in the back door
and make our love climb up a tree? Why
do our lies nest within one another like
diminishing dolls? Why do we jump
when the smallest child pushes open a door?
Why are we afraid of the whistling of teapots?
Who’s coming in to read over our shoulders
our most secret thoughts, who’s clinging
to our roofs like a demon? Why is his cheerfulness
even more frightening than his anger? Why does my hope
burn like the scar of a burn on my breast? Why are you
an eye floating in a pool of dead water, blue; and unable
to breathe? Why do we keep asking why?
How do we know how to stop it if we don’t know
why it began? How can we unravel so much
violence followed by so much lie? How will we know
when it’s ever over? or believe
it will ever stop?

Friday, June 7, 2024

When Events Are Not As Random As They Seem

If our ruling class did not want Donald Biden versus Joe Trump there would be a third alternative and there will never be a third alternative and in fact there is no second. Our shitlords will burn down the world to maintain their power even more urgently than they'll burn down the world to turn a profit and they can't burn the world down for profit if the burning down the world to save power fails first, hence crackerization in service of your obedience before immiseration. Duh. Rest of duh in gridofanger, an ongoinggag, as is the below, table salt, clear elmer's glue, watercolor ink, acrylic ink, gouache, no canvas but the salt





Shitlords drumming the duh into our heads repeatedly and relentlessly a vital part of our training and obedience, fine metaphors abound, another ongoinggag, I'm embracing if not celebrating the side-effects of my spot on the spectrum. 

Our vet of twenty-five years sold his practice but still comes in twice a week and saw Rosie this past Wednesday and unlike the guy he sold the practice to who saw Rosie two weeks earlier and was too rosy in prognosis our old vet, after looking at Rosie's bloodwork, and despite my insistence that Rosie much better than two weeks before, said, As long as she is living keep her alive, when she soon is just existing it's time, good advice for all of us, yes? Hey the original dBs line-up reuniting for a tour, play DC mid-September, who's not going with me?



"(Shitlords) need you to be crazy, so they drive you crazy. If they can’t make you crazy, they try to convince you that you’re crazy. If they can’t convince you that you’re crazy, they try to convince everyone else that you’re crazy"
The Burning of Rafah’s Tent People
"The New York Times reports Israeli military is torturing people by impaling them with hot metal rods in their rectums and tying them to electric chairs. This information is buried at the end of a single article where these details are unmentioned in the headline or subheadline"
☝"When the @nytimes has zero credible evidence of Hamas using rape as a weapon of war, it is front page, headline news. When the @nytimes has dozens of verified reports of the IDF systematically raping and torturing Palestinians to death, it is buried at the end of the article."☝
☝"John Kirby is gonna come out and say something like "hey listen, our guys sodomized Arabs too"☝
Morons say it started on October 7th
If you're Palestinian, it is illegal to be attacked by zealot Zionist settlers
The Most Moral Army in the World™
The Financial Destruction of Palestine
"Literally one day after the Maldives announces a travel ban for Israelis, the attack articles appear"
Fascism be here! says US Secret Service Director!
For 35+ years my wife spent over $2K a year out of her own pocket for art supplies for her public elementary school students
Today in Dire & Necessary Duh:"There's no doubt that Trump is an evil bastard and we can judge that book by its cover. Biden on the other hand is the sneakiest evil bastard in American history. He uses Trump like a gun to our heads to move the US further right and Democrats are terrified of criticizing him"
Copyright is for shitlords, not you, peasant
I am telling you three times, you could have saved 5 million dollars in your IRA, you will be living in a refrigerator box and eating catfood in ten years if you are permitted to live/survive that long
"Twitter is owned by a fascist, the publisher of the New York Times is openly anti-Biden, CNN is doing Trump town halls, and the Washington Post and Wall Street Journal are run by Murdoch cronies. Here’s why liberal media bias is a problem"
Is Biden Self-Destructing?▶No, he's just following orders
"It's like Pelosi and Biden backing a staunch anti-abortion candidate in a (rare) safe seat in Texas over a woman with excellent progressive and feminist credentials. They got their man elected; now he's under indictment for money laundering and bribery. Centrists are so wise"
Dogmatic Neoliberal Democrats
The Age of the Drone Police Is Here
Better watch what you say and to whom
Spreadsheet Assassins"Samuel Alito lied in his letter to me, the chairman of the Senate Judiciary Committee. He had better prepare for a non-binding statement of disapproval like no other. by Sen. Dick Durbin (D-IL)"
The Washington Post is about to embrace the darkness
Surveillance pricingCorvids Against Zionism!
Why put up with the grief that writing a blog guarantees I’ll get?
Disclaimer: I get no grief for this shitty blog
There is no grievance pissy crackers won't embrace
On getting oldAnd who is crying
Dogwood Drive in Gaithersburg is a third of a mile from the house I grew up in and where my father and brother still live
Dan reviews four new works of fiction
SONIC NURSE TURNS TWENTY






WHAT DID YOU SEE?

Fanny Howe

I saw the shrouds of prisoners
like baptismal gowns
buried outside the cemetery.

On the canvas frills exhaled
singed wool and cardboard.

The angels arrived as lace.

Took notes, then stuck. Awful residue
from a small cut.

                                 •

The veil has been ripped from the skin
where it was burned in.

The skin is the veil, the baby-material,
imprinted on, as if
one dropped the handkerchief
and it was one’s wrist.

The cuff is frightening.  
Stuffed onto oil.
Water-stains might fence its ghost in.

                                 •

“The barbed wire complex”
I understand.  
Winged and flattened
at the same time, poor things!

Some leftover specters of blood.

Remember Blake’s figures like columns
with heads

looking around for God?
When events are not as random
as they seem.

                                 •

The article of clothing
is only half there, it’s not full,
but when it falls forward, it is.

Terrible emptiness of the spread
neckline and little sleeve.
Half-cooked squares.

Was this religious fire
and is this where it passed?

Maybe they are floating on water
of paint, pool-sized,
blue and ridged like foam.

You would have to fly
to see them flat as a map.

The rib and hem. Rained on
for eons. Noah’s children’s
floating forms.

                                 •

Angels die?
It’s a frightening-miracle
because here they are.
The Upper God

has let them drop
like centuries into space.

And I recognize them!

Thursday, April 30, 2020

Bad Host, You Clutch Your Guest

  • I'm my own worse mime
  • The real state of exception? To be truly messianic, Bailey would have to renounce any claim to serve as a precedent, choosing instead to live out his peculiar form-of-life in a way that enacts its absurdity. We can imagine that solitary vigil as a kind of performance art piece that repeatedly exposes the limit of the bourgeois rights he has uselessly reclaimed.
  • Datafication, or: shitlords profit from the plague
  • When the pandemic reveals genocide
  • Why the Left keeps losing: The left, bless their hearts, tend to think that there are rules, and that they can play by them, win, and be allowed to rule. But all along the process, the left’s opponents will not and do not play by the rules when facing the left... The US overthrew multiple elected government overseas if they considered them left wing. At home, coincidentally, JFK, RFK, MLK and Malcom X were all assassinated in a period of less than ten years, and we are expected to believe the security apparatus had nothing to do with that... Corbyn was deliberately sabotaged by his own bureaucracy, because he thought there were rules. His MPs sabotaged him. The press lied about him over 75% of the time. Sanders was taken out when every opponent except Biden all dropped out at the same time: a coordinated action which I can’t remember a precedent for. It was NOT normal, it is not what would have happened if a centrist had been beating Biden, they would have been allowed to win, and there would have been no nonsense about how that was happening because of a split field, because split fields are normal.
  • Vultures, or: shitlords profit from the plague




Explaining what I
just wrote my acid in face
disfiguration

Mirror shards jigsawed
by duffel, me, six backpacks
three lives, swarm of lies

easier for it's
complexity, that surprised
me too, drives itself

I've no intention
explain the last two stanzas
and won't explain why

I won't tell you what
I want you to know one more
motherfucking time









        

[I am a threat to life, a violent butter]

Joyelle McSweeney

I'm a threat to life, a violent butter.
I spread my toxic inklings like a cloud
-seeding-drone, & drop on crops my shake
of violet water. As the clotted vena cava
sucks dye for the camera, a violent thought
turns all my justs to anger. A fist of cloud
breaks the crowny crater, which vomits up
its own grand cru, palpates the sternum
of the sky for ulcerations. O fish in flume, resting
on your mutagenic breasts, who do you give
your milk to. O mouth that cannot close, oh planet cleft
what cache of weapons do you lean on as you dream
in your pleural cavity, desertified, depressed.
Bad host, you clutch your guest.

Tuesday, February 11, 2020

Its Sense of Loitering Lights on My Shoulder



  • Our sociopath overlords understand their jackals jesters and cops
  • Our sociopath overlords - with the occasional photo-op of old white male billionaire crying he's misunderstood because propaganda - don't bother ignoring me because my invective worth shit
  • Our sociopath overlords' jackals jesters and cops, oh my, call them jackals jesters and cops do our sociopath overlords' job
  • It is always decorum, never policy, for jackals jesters and cops
  • What barking fuck on MSNBC doesn't believe every woof he/she/they barks because I admit I have the chance to run them down on Nebraska or Mass and ruefully imagine what I'd do if I could get away with it?







KEEPING IT SIMPLE

Mary Ruefle

I take the bird on the woodpile,
separate it from its function, feather
by feather. I blow up its scale.
I make a whole life out of it:
everywhere I am, its sense of loitering
lights on my shoulder.

Friday, January 24, 2020

Loudspeakers Disappearing into a Hidden Gulag

  • Everybody carpet-bombing Sanders helping Sanders, I said last night at not Thursday Night Pints, Thursday Night Pints is dead though last night was Thursday and I had a pint at a table where three others had pints 
  • It's pitchers and catchers reporting for Spring training for carpet-bombing Sanders season to re-gag a metaphor I bump relentlessly, I said
  • Consider the noise if Sanders wins Iowa then New Hampshire then South Carolina Hoowee!
  • if you don't want that noise you're no fun (two of three are no fun)
  • Confession: I don't hate Radiohead though don't post Radiohead here, it's Radiohead imitators, like Ashbery's, that fart





  • and someone I'd never met wearing a Radiohead hoodie sitting opposite of me at a Tombs table said huh and I said I am learning not to explain, and the two people I knew before the pints who are gleefully embracing their motherfucking Democrats apostasies (if one of them not crazy sandering) grateful I explained
  • I am witnessing apostasies, I said, wait for the BIG OBAMAPOSTASY after Sanders wins Iowa then New Hampshire then South Carolina (or even as early as post-Iowa, pre-New Hampshire (or even as early as pre-Iowa as motherfucking Obama's motherfucking surrogates already shouting Obama hates Bernie)) (nobody at the table but me old enough to have got a Bridget Loves Bernie allusion so I kept it to myself)
  • Sanders wom't win Iowa then New Hampshire then South Carolina, I said, it's against DNC rules, but shazam, if
  • Insubordination on Capitalism's flagship, not permitted, mutiny not permitted, peasant revolution, ofay opscay rapid militarized against, I said
  • I'm not pro-Sanders, I said, I'm crazy for pissing off crazy anti-Bernies
  • Crazy Bernie, I said, I for one will attend his grand opening of the first gulag for mnuchins, bells on





NATIONALIST OPERA

Amanda Calderon

It was a party
Built for the minuscule elite
Lost amid acres of scuffed marble, wanderers
Newspapers & schoolwork
People knew
To speak in surreal, mechanical hyperbole
Government, of course
Monuments, behemoths
Of relative luxury
I know what you want to ask
I want you to take the truth to the world
Down in the city, loudspeakers
Disappearing into a hidden gulag
Centuries ago
The monks appeared
Every morning in the lobbies of our hotels
A minder was beside them
The monks followed us out into the parking lot

Sunday, September 8, 2019

I Am Going to Take My Last Nourishment of Measure from a Dark Blue Ripple

  • Pruned the bloograals of the hibernating, unconscious, and/or dead
  • Current score:
Living, as in stirred at least once last four months 157
Hibernating, unconscious, and/or dead 154
  • Reminder: nobody is offed, if you were on bloograals you still are on bloograals
  • I've moved you to one of two bliig cemeteries so your zombie-ass floats to the top should you fart
  • If there is something/someone you think I'd like and/or should be reading please send me
  • I have been touching the Egoslavian stations of late, but believe me, the >>deleted bleggalgaze<< (that >><< a major station itself) in tablet for this post will stay in tablet
  • If you are Kinding me and me not you please let me know
  • This station sacrosanct - I should wait until Monday to post posts I like, must post on Sunday, slowest traffic day of Egoslavian week
  • today The Holiest Day in the American Year, motherfucking Helmetball's motherfucking collar on motherfucking all of you.... 

   










A WAY TO MAKE A LIVING

James Wright

When I was a boy, a relative
Asked for me a job
At the Weeks Cemetery.
Think of all I could
Have raised that summer,
That money, and me
Living at home,
Fattening and getting
Ready to live my life
Out on my knees, humming,
Kneading up docks
And sumac from
Those flawless clerks-at-court, those beautiful
Grocers and judges, the polished
Dead of whom we make
So much.

I could have stayed there with them.
Cheap, too.
Imagine, never
To have turned
Wholly away from the classic
Cold, the hill, so laid
Out, measure by seemly measure clipped
And mown by old man Albright
The sexton. That would have been a hell of
A way to make a living.

Thank you, no.
I am going to take my last nourishment
Of measure from a dark blue
Ripple on swell on ripple that makes
Its own garlands.
My dead are the secret wine jars
Of Tyrian commercial travelers.
Their happiness is a lost beginning, their graves
Drift in and out of the Mediterranean.

One of these days
The immortals, clinging to a beam of sunlight
Under water, delighted by delicate crustaceans,
Will dance up thirty-foot walls of radiance,
And waken,
The sea shining on their shoulders, the fresh
Wine in their arms. Their ships have drifted away.
They are stars and snowflakes floating down
Into your hands, love.