2012/04/05

The Very Flatness of Portrait Makes for Nostalgia in the Connoisseur

Actually Rick Santorum's name did come up that Monday morning in the Zanesville HIE's breakfast lounge, and yes, the reaction, out of a dozen people not me, was more mixed than the group-panning of both Mitt Obama (mittobama - trademark!) and Barack Romney. None were - or pronounced him or herself as - a Santorum zealot, though more than half said they voted for him for the cultural war reasons for which we measure them so contemptuously. One fireman said, Santorum has zero chance of ever being president, he's too honorable to be electable, even within the Republican Party. A Mary Kay representative said, too bad, he'd be a great president. No he wouldn't, said another Mary Kay representative, he'd be another Jimmy Carter.





Yeah, that was easy, but it's a great song plus I truly didn't do proper by Richard Thompson's birthday, so songs today. I've read Romney's new spearhead is Obama being caught on mic promising he doesn't give a flying fuck about public opinion beyond the necessary winking bullshit needed to get reelected, wait until after the election when we Corporate assholes can operate as the Corporate assholes we are, Romney's attack so perfectly apt and correct and prismatically ironic I hope it fucking works from now until November since it will be true next January no matter which Corporate asshole is elected.










OUR NATURE

Rae Armantrout

The very flatness
of portraits
makes for nostalgia
in the connoisseur.

Here's the latest
little lip of wave
to flatten
and spread thin.

Let's say
it shows our recklessness,

our fast gun,

our self-consciousness
which was really

our infatuation
with our own fame,

our escapes,

the easy way
we'd blend in

with the peasantry,

our loyalty
to our old gang

from among whom
it was our nature

to be singled out.