They Have Not Grown Tired Only Discovered Their Mistake

Two days ago was Rick Nielsen's 69th birthday and yesterday, as Landru reminded me, Adrian Belew turned 68 and DC's own Jorma Kaukonen 77. I knew about each but didn't post their traditional birthday cards.

Not a blog stunt for bleggalgaze, not a deliberate omission, not even a choice, as in I chose not to post them. I looked for what I posted on the blog last year - this is how I remember birthdays - noted the three imminent birthdays and then worked on yesterday's post and never thought of the birthdays again until Landru texted me. That doesn't mean these songs haven't been in my head.

• I am telling you three times, we are being reprogrammed.
• Re: kayfabe: shocking ain't! though endlessly instructive in a cut-me way, and funny! 
• as in pints of Fuck Me.
• Reminder: Kayfabe Restoration Under Pence. The hosannahs. In the works.
• But first, more Trump assholosity, my, your, your heroes complicity scratched openeder.
• My retirement account some fuck will steal in five to ten years got a chubby on tax bill passing.
• So, flickering between happy dark versus hit Jeff Sessions with a shovel anger versus my complete inability to shut the fuck up I forgot the birthdays.

• Thank you, Charlie, for the Don Coles books.
• The Walrus, where the above link come from, is worth bookmarking. 
• The Great Unraveling. Angry duh + impossible pipedream = interesting read.
• Frances interviews acquitted J20 activist: on kangaroo courts.
• I promise, I haven't seriously considered changing the blog's appearance and post templates beyond making the links stand out stronger.
• Americans are only now beginning to duh. 
• UPDATE! On wishing ill on the other team's fans.
  
• a printed word I do not understand...
• Condor Wing 11. 
• There, bolder. It will pass, just like the unnoticed two day experiment with maroon instead of red.
• Five Gold Rings.
• { feuilleton }'s weekly links. 
• UPDATE! Belew via davidly.
• Two for Jorma:

GROUNDHOG TESTIFIES

Don Coles

There is a narrow endless place
Where the earth has frozen; on this
They live at unbelievable speeds
While it is light and when it is dark
Different ones, ten times longer
And composed mostly of yellow air
The same width as the frozen place,
Live there instead; these in spite of
So much greater length behave about the same.
You cannot dig there. The next day
They all come back, they have not
Grown tired only discovered their mistake.
Who knows what purpose this has?
When we go into the frozen place
They become angry and kill us. They never
Stand motionlessly for minutes erect
And when being so deprived they grow
Distressed or weak they smash one another.
They have no idea how fragrant and far down
Home is.

Go There and Rest from the Ragged and Rapid Pulse

• My giftmas present to myself. They're gorgeous. They go w/me to My Sillyass Deserted Island.
• My apologies for recent angry binge farting.
• Neoliberals used to call themselves New Democrats.
• Urp: motherfucking Democrats.
• Anyone who bitches at Trump for breaking kayfabe wants kayfabe restored.
• An Atheist's Explainer for Roy Moore: Discovering one does not know the plan is undermining in a supremely powerful way, since it rubbishes the story one tells one’s self about her life. Think of the narrative you use to explain all your decisions to yourself, the cause-and-effect you take for granted as your autobiography. According to God, all that is wrong. It’s a distraction, and it needs to be ignored. This view of religious faith sees normal consciousness as a kind of mental illness, a firm and decisive break with God’s reality. “But to this day the Lord has not given you a mind that understands or eyes that see or ears that hear” (Deuteronomy 29:4). And you never know what kind of story God is using your life to tell, since even His own son had a violent end. This mystery is the madness at the heart of all religion. Roy Moore should know that.
• Substantial planes.

 

• Condor Wing 10. (Please click back once for previous episodes there, I've been derelict here.)
• The Fascist bestiary of the Alt-Right.
• His Pannetone.
• Dan's 2017 reviews.
• What is a rescued poem?
• New Anne Carson interview.

SWELLS

A.R. Ammons

The very longest swell in the ocean, I suspect,

carries the deepest memory, the information of actions

summarized (surface peaks and dibbles and local sharp

slopes of windstorms) with a summary of the summaries

and under other summaries a deeper summary: well, maybe

deeper, longer for length here is the same as deep

time: so that the longest swell swells least; that

is, its effects in immediate events are least perceptible,

a pitch to white water rising say a millimeter more

because of an old invisible presence: and on the ocean

floor an average so vast occurs it moves in a noticeability

of a thousand years, every blip, though, of surface and

intermediacy moderated into account: I like to go

to old places where the effect dwells, summits or seas

so hard to summon into mind, even with the natural

ones hard to climb or weigh: I go there in my mind

(which is, after all, where these things negotiably are)

and tune in to the wave nearly beyond rise or fall in its

staying and hum the constant, universal assimilation: the

information, so packed, nearly silenced with majesty

and communicating hardly any action: go there and

rest from the ragged and rapid pulse, the immediate threat

shot up in a disintegrating spray, the many thoughts and

sights unmanageable, the deaths of so many, hungry or mad.

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• Today is Zappa's birthday. I am not a Zappa fan - I don't mind when he's on, I don't put him on - but once upon in stringtowns across Blegsylvania - and maybe still somewhere - today is Zappadan.
• For Badiou, whenever we count the dead of the Gulag or the Cultural Revolution we also have to count the dead of capitalism (from colonialism to the world wars). For Joffrin, this comparison is a fallacy.
• UPDATE! The Genocidal Species.
• What we don't talk about when we talk about Russian Hacking.
• Re above and below: the necessary Duh. Also too.
• Farting on twitter, the gag's been to call on senior Democrats to throw a fucking shit fit in general, to set themselves on fire on the Capitol steps in particular, in protest.
• Here's one from last night, 12/20/17, 19:56 EDT. 
• Must History have losers?
• Depends how you count.
• Gass.
• Please consider sending Arthur the coins in your pocket.
• Annual big good on last night of Hanukkah.
• Biblioklept's 2017.
• The only reading that deserves the name. 
• Everything is Stringtown now.

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I Was Having Trouble Deciding Which to Watch: *Night of the Living Bloggers,* or *Attack of the Neck-Brace People.*

• Staff lounge, ten minutes ago. Everyday: the same fucking choices, each one sucks.
• Re: Amtrak crash: Billionaires don't take trains.
• I meant to mention the 355 bridge over the Monocacy.
• >> DBG <<
• I am telling you three times: we are being reprogrammed.
• It's Nacho Doritos that's sold out.
• Remember when I saw Susan Collins hailed as populist hero in Bangor Airport this past summer?

• UPDATE! Photoshop courtesy of davidly who also wrote:
• The Quaint American (which has been here since morning).
• Gerrymandering is reprogramming.
• True, that.
• Related to above: on Neoliberalism.
• Where is joy?
• The plague of Whiteness.
• Rudy Wurlitzer?
• Richard Skelton.

 



LEAVE ME HIDDEN

Franz Wright

I was having trouble deciding 

which to watch: Night 

of the Living Bloggers, or 

Attack of the Neck-Brace People. 

In the end I just went for a walk.
    

In the woods I stopped wondering why 

of all trees 

this one: my hand 

pressed to fissures 

and ridges of
    

bark’s hugely magnified 

fingerprint, forehead 

resting against it 

finally, feeling 

distinctly
    

a heartbeat, vast, silently 

booming there deep in 

my hidden leaves, blessed 

motherworld, personal 

underworld, thank you  

thank you.