Once I start a bleggalgaze I need finish it. K asks me, you have how many active blogs? and I say it depends what you mean by active but I say three, the one you know, the one I do drafts on so if I fuck up and hit publish instead of saved the fuck-up doesn't speed-feed, a third I originally set up to write about blogging (it does fascinate me) but I've ended up in a doublefucking bleggalgazing loop, not a bad thing, just not what I had intended.
I listened again last night to Kate Bush's latest where she reworks songs already hard-wired in my brain, and, while it disturbs me down to the marrow level I can't help hehhing at how great a Lord irony is, me a blegger who earns his pings singing the same song differently today than yesterday complaining about reworking.
- We are ruled by assholes.
- On the above.
- I don't understand Obama's play on Israel. The only way I can read it is as a clumsy ploy for the Arab Street in those oil producing countries whose leaders will continue or begin killing their citizens in the with American made weapons and America's best interest at heart. Oh.
- Propaganda for the Progressive Street.
- Just saying.
- We are ruled by assholes.
- Cracker priorities.
- Motherfucking crackers. Yes, I know, it's not limited to motherfucking crackers.
- Heh.
- That whole rapture thing.
- Another stupid summer.
- BRT and my future hell.
- This is how much schway United has - the metro station next to RFK will be closed Sunday while there's a game at five. I'm not going anyway - it's a friendly, and I feel no moral imperative to attend friendlies - but how fucked up are people who are.
- UPDATE! Oops.
- RIP Randy Savage.
- Post-rapture reading list.
- Another rapture reading list.
- I have spent hours, not contently mostly, with Harold Bloom.
- More on Roth.
- Ghosts in the closet.
- New My Morning Jacket.
- Matapedia.
- Return of the grievous angel.
- Dancer with bruised knees.
- This tornado loves you.
OF BEING NUMEROUS, 15
George Oppen
Chorus (androgynous): 'Find me
So that I will exist, find my navel
So that it will exist, find my nipples
So that they will exist, find every hair
Of my belly, I am good (or I am bad),
Find me.'
