Sultry Moon-Monsters Are Dissolving

Finished Murakami's 1Q84 and will be thinking about it for months if not until I reread it in two or three years - it's now in the reread rotation. I urge you to read it - it is an astonishing feat of imagination on multiple levels, some which I'm sure haven't dawned on me yet, some which I'm sure will kaboom me out of nowhere in the years to come, some which I'm sure will never dawn on me even after rereadings. My initial takeaway: in a book about a parallel world with two moons in which Little People march out of a dead ogre's mouth, the redemptive power of love that saves the world is what seems most far-fetched, and that's not an accident.

• Bowie's gonna be 65 tomorrow. You'll hear a bunch this weekend.
• I was going to try to read Graeber's Debt next, but who the fuck am I fooling. I've said this ad nauseum: I will read the prologues and intros and conclusions of non-fiction to get the author's thesis, I've no interest in the author's meticulous (or not) arrangement of selectively edited and compiled facts justifying his thesis when there are novels and poems I could be reading.
• Where did the money go? 
• Madrick on how austerity is killing Europe. 
• The fall of the Third Hungarian Republic.
• Talking about my comrades.
• I'm afraid of Americans.
• Ron Paul and the propriety of criticism.
• GOP mendacity. 
• 2012 Obama fans shaping up to be worse than 2008's. 
• Norwood!
• I do have Tariq Ali's quick Idea of Communism which I hope to read this weekend as a sherbet between novels, then what? Beckett's Trilogy I'm not sure will work after Murakami, maybe Gass's Tunnel - it's on the 2012 reread schedule.
• Pound's Cantos for those of you who do.
• This is one of my ten most air-guitared songs ever:

FABLIAU OF FLORIDA

Wallace Stevens

Barque of phosphor
On the palmy beach,

Move outward into heaven,
Into the alabasters
And night blues.

Foam and cloud are one.
Sultry moon-monsters
Are dissolving.

Fill your black hull
With white moonlight.

There will never be an end
To this droning of the surf.