If the electric grid collapses I don't know how to fix it. I'd curse my disconnectivity. If I knew how to live unplugged - and I don't know how to live unplugged, though I could learn if I had to - I don't want to live unplugged, and if you're reading this, neither do you. I talk about my financial obligation for my daughter ending in four years as if I'd be able to un-Corporate this or that, but what, we're gonna buy acres in rural western Pennsylvania where I'll install a disc golf course and Earthgirl will raise alpacas and we'll eat local organic vegan and only spend two hours online a day instead of six?
My best contribution to make the world .06% less-shitty would be to be quieter, and selfishly that less-shittiness would only benefit me and mine. Each of our best contributions would be to be what me and mine and you and yours think it's impossible for each of us to be. So at least for the rest of the weekend, I'll try.
- Doubt I make it.
- Worst mistake in human history. (h/t)
- Totality and exhaustion. It's weird, I have no urge to go back and reread DeLillo at this point, and my memory of reading him was that I was obligated to read him, not that I enjoyed reading him (except for White Noise the first time).
- Libertopian ideal.
- The libertarian menace.
- Celebrate perpetual war, part four.
- Ruins.
- This surprises you exactly how?
- This surprises you exactly how?
- Kensington is the second best suburb in America?
- Eines Echtheitskusses Unangekrankelheitsdruck.
- Stephin Merritt song?
- Obscure Sound's Best of August (w/songs).
- Soon it will be fire.
- Night of the assassins.
- The four Radigue youtubes are only one third of the trilogy. Holyfuck.
THE RAIN
Robert Creeley
All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quiet, persistent rain.
What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is it
that never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for me
something other than this,
something not so insistent—
am I to be locked in this
final uneasiness.
Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out
of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.
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