- Louis Nye was born 99 years ago today. I'm sure he worked for me at KAOS, whether as a free-lancer or direct underling I can't remember, but in motherfucking Digitalstan I can't find any motherfucking stills.
- UPDATE! My research department is delighted to tell me Nye did not in fact work for KAOS. That's a motherfucking shame.
- Motherfucking police state.
- Making the internet safe for anarchy.
- Anarchism and authority.
- YFWP gives space to torture proponent, who argues it was Bush's torture that led to bin Laden's snuff!
- Feinstein and Levin are furious that Obama's torturing of newly captured is not getting credit for bin Laden's snuff!
- Twisted logic.
- Political discourse.
- The lighter side of torture.
- The facts of the case.
- Dog-training the press corp.
- Motherfucking Forward!
- Emissions and inspections.
- Occupy sues New York.
- Mapping out May Day.
- His generation's greatest academic fraud (I say this admiringly) on how Occupy can confront capitalism.
- Unexceptionalism: a primer.
- May Day.
- May Day.
- May Day.
- Time is not a line.
- Motherfucking crackers.
- Tomorrow is grumble at motherfucking Obama day.
- Motherfucking crackers.
- My bird performs.
- *UPDATE! L emails to say cocksucker. Whew. For those of you who haven't been following along, scroll down to previous posts - I love you, but I'm not typing it again.
- Lit links.
- Poetry and authority.
- Everyone else but me.
- Maypole.
PERSONALS
C.D. Wright
Some nights I sleep with my dress on. My teeth
are small and even. I don't get headaches.
Since 1971 or before, I have hunted a bench
where I could eat my pimento cheese in peace.
If this were Tennessee and across that river, Arkansas,
I'd meet you in West Memphis tonight. We could
have a big time. Danger, shoulder soft.
Do not lie or lean on me. I'm still trying to find a job
for which a simple machine isn't better suited.
I've seen people die of money. Look at Admiral Benbow. I wish
like certain fishes, we came equipped with light organs.
Which reminds me of a little known fact:
if we were going the speed of light, this dome
would be shrinking while we were gaining weight.
Isn't the road crooked and steep.
In this humidity, I make repairs by night. I'm not one
among millions who saw Monroe's face
in the moon. I go blank looking at that face.
If I could afford it I'd live in hotels. I won awards
in spelling and the Australian crawl. Long long ago.
Grandmother married a man named Ivan. The men called him
Eve. Stranger, to tell the truth, in dog years I am up there.
