I play the single from the new Magnetic Fields' album again just because inside baseball but mostly because I like it, unlike the rest of the new Magnetic Field's album which can be streamed here. Six times through, each time I like it progressively less. In my brain of hearts I knew when I voted for Obama in November 2008 exactly how February 28, 2012's obamapostasy would feel: my disillusionment at the Corporate fuck that Obama is is no rubier or kayfabier than my fantasies of Obama as progressive hero were, but in faith's marrow, I never expected to not adore a Magnetic Fields album.
- The absurdity of game theory.
- The hurt is on.
- On Freedom Plaza versus McPherson Square.
- The NYPD was just the hired help.
- The NYPD was just the hired help.
- Microcosm.
- As expected, President Obama and major Democratic power brokers, including Chuck Schumer, D-Wall Street, have spoken out against the NYPD spying program.
- Meh, I made a funny. Fuck Democrats.
- Your Fucking New York Times.
- Your Fucking New York Times.
- The global war on women.
- Anarchy as a personal relationship.
- Anarchist geographies.
- A last chance for Christianity?
- Odds and ends.
- Yes, I've been motherfucking motherfucking crackering more. Here's Robert Reich motherfucking crackering. Speaking only for me and acknowledging the self-justifying and self-serving intent of this statement, I am largely small enough to simultaneously understand the use of motherfucking crackers to control my behavior and still enjoy loathing motherfucking crackers.
- On the Robert Reich.
- Blooger is getting shittier faster.
- (Happy Birthday, Elric, if you're reading - or if you're not too.)
- The Garden of Effort.
- Burning down the architectural house of failure.
- The return of Silliman's incredibly generous lit links.
- The songs on the new Mag Fields that sound like I thought they would sound tired, the songs written to sound different sound forced. I'm the same age metaphysically as Magnetic Fields. I should have more sympathy for selfish reasons alone for the projector's predicament. Such is my loyalty to my addiction to faith that I'll listen to the album over and over until I like it.
- I've no problem loving this boatload of live Bonnie Prince Billy.
[In the great snowfall before the bomb]
Lorine Niedecker
In the great snowfall before the bomb
colored yule tree lights
windows, the only glow for contemplation
along this road
I worked the print shop
right down among em
the folk from whom all poetry flows
and dreadfully much else.
I was Blondie
I carried my bundles of hog feeder price lists
down by Larry the Lug,
I'd never get anywhere
because I'd never had suction,
pull, you know, favor, drag,
well-oiled protection.
I heard their rehashed radio barbs—
more barbarous among hirelings
as higher-ups grow more corrupt.
But what vitality! The women hold jobs—
clean house, cook, raise children, bowl
and go to church.
What would they say if they knew
I sit for two months on six lines
of poetry?