- Mondaybusy. Songs, links, poem.
- The state in capitalist crisis, part one.
- Short history of neoliberalism.
- Motherfucking Bill Clinton.
- More American exceptionalism.
- Seeking a liberal Ron Paul.
- Motherfucking Obama.
- On the above.
- More American exceptionalism.
- Motherfucking American professional progressives.
- Anarchism as a useless political philosophy.
- Mondaybusy is half of it. Fuckititus the other. The first will Tuesday, the second comes and goes.
- I hadn't heard Derbyshire was fired, and good but so what.
- It's a black thing.
- The same guy on his above.
- The future of helmetball. Verily, fuck helmetball.
- Enhancing reputations.
- A feather likeness of the justice chair.
- Krautrock motherlode.
IN MICHAEL ROBIN'S CLASS MINUS ONE
Bill Hicok
At the desk where the boy sat, he sees the Chicago River.
It raises its hand.
It asks if metaphor should burn.
He says fire is the basis for all forms of the mouth.
He asks, why did you fill the boy with your going?
I didn't know a boy had been added to me, the river says.
Would you have given him back if you knew?
I think so, the river says, I have so many boys in me,
I'm worn out stroking eyes looking up at the day.
Have you written a poem for us? he asks the river,
and the river reads its poem,
and the other students tell the river
it sounds like a poem the boy would have written,
that they smell the boy's cigarettes
in the poem, they feel his teeth
biting the page.
And the river asks, did this boy dream of horses?
because I suddenly dream of horses, I suddenly dream.
They're in a circle and the river says, I've never understood
round things, why would leaving come back
to itself?
And a girl makes a kiss with her mouth and leans it
against the river, and the kiss flows away
but the river wants it back, the river makes sounds
to go after the kiss.
And they all make sounds for the river to carry to the boy.
And the river promises to never surrender the boy's shape
to the ocean.
