Elliott Carter died yesterday. He changed the way I listen to music. There will be much here the next few days. As for POTUS and today and tomorrow, I found it tremendously funny and charming that when I went searching for Carter works last night the youtube you might like this too algorithm came up with Mazzy Star which I love love love too, look, here's a screen shot to prove it.
- Nobody knows anything.
- Election Day.
- Oh, POTUS today and tonight. I went to vote local issues this morning, the line was 350 deep, out the door of the elementary school across the street from my house, I said Fuck That, I'll vote this afternoon. People at work report long lines at their precincts.
- Any doubts who this fucker is gonna vote for?
- The cruel majority.
- Put alternatively.
- UPDATE! Just got a phone call from Bamgier - someone has cancelled one Romney vote.
- Ginormous pile of crap. Posted as much to mention I'd completely forgot about Somerby, not out of malice or intent, I just did.
- Vote.
- What is an American political party?
- On conventional Villager wisdom.
- You do realize whichever side loses will think the election stolen, yes?
- The fascist push.
- Motherfucking nuts. I've never said they're not motherfucking nuts.
- Motherfucking Republicans. I've never said they're not vile motherfuckers.
- UPDATE! On the above.
- In a career full of asinine punditry, Pastor Sanctimonious wrote his stupidest column yesterday.
- Why I voted the Socialist ticket.
- Conservatives taken for a ride by Romney. He's a corporatist, not a conservative.
- Learning to talk to Southern white men.
- Cue the permanent campaign.
- Leftist liberalism?
- Election Year.
- Joyce Carol Oates on the election.
- Beckett, for those of you who do.
- Why are poets aligned with the Left?
- Children of our era.
- C.K. Williams and Jack Gilbert poems, plus more.
- I've assigned myself learning about and listening to Richard Maxfield, who I've never heard of until now.
- Prunella's latest playlist.
- Elliott Carter.
- Elliott Carter.
- Elliott Carter.
- Elliott Carter.
EXQUISITE POLITICS
Denise Duhamel
The perfect voter has a smile but no eyes,
maybe not even a nose or hair on his or her toes,
maybe not even a single sperm cell, ovum, little paramecium.
Politics is a slug copulating in a Poughkeepsie garden.
Politics is a grain of rice stuck in the mouth
of a king. I voted for a clump of cells,
anything to believe in, true as rain, sure as red wheat.
I carried my ballots around like smokes, pondered big questions,
resources and need, stars and planets, prehistoric
languages. I sat on Alice's mushroom in Central Park,
smoked longingly in the direction of the mayor's mansion.
Someday I won't politic anymore, my big heart will stop
loving America and I'll leave her as easy as a marriage,
splitting our assets, hoping to get the advantage
before the other side yells: Wow! America,
Vespucci's first name and home of free and brave, Te amo.
