- I bought tickets months ago to see Bonnie Prince Billy at Rams Head in Annapolis next Thursday November 21, 2013. Unfortunately, Earthgirl has since been roped into an evening work function that night so we can't go. Anyone want the tickets? You can have them, not trying to recoup the money, just would be a shame for them to go to waste. I have them and can scan them into PDF and email them to you. Let me know.
- Chilling effects.
- The most banal man alive, the most banal man to have ever lived.
- The bigot's convention.
- Paypal as weapon of the powerful.
- Death to everyone.
- What did they do to education?
- Silliman's always generous lit-links.
- When he called scifi a field.
- Ashbery's "Coconut Milk."
- Jack Gilbert died a year ago today.
- Fortunately, Bonnie Prince Billy is playing the next night, Friday the 22nd, in a building less than 200 yards from where I type this sentence, going with Earthgirl and Hamster and Mr Alarum and Xtina. The woman at the box office also said Oldham is buds with a faculty member in the Music dept and will be giving free workshops on song-writing on campus open to all GU people, and like, holyfuck!
TEAR IT DOWN
Jack Gilbert
We find out the heart only by dismantling what
the heart knows. By redefining the morning,
we find a morning that comes just after darkness.
We can break through marriage into marriage.
By insisting on love we spoil it, get beyond
affection and wade mouth-deep into love.
We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars.
But going back toward childhood will not help.
The village is not better than Pittsburgh.
Only Pittsburgh is more than Pittsburgh.
Rome is better than Rome in the same way the sound
of raccoon tongues licking the inside walls
of the garbage tub is more than the stir
of them in the muck of the garbage. Love is not
enough. We die and are put into the earth forever.
We should insist while there is still time. We must
eat through the wildness of her sweet body already
in our bed to reach the body within the body.
the heart knows. By redefining the morning,
we find a morning that comes just after darkness.
We can break through marriage into marriage.
By insisting on love we spoil it, get beyond
affection and wade mouth-deep into love.
We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars.
But going back toward childhood will not help.
The village is not better than Pittsburgh.
Only Pittsburgh is more than Pittsburgh.
Rome is better than Rome in the same way the sound
of raccoon tongues licking the inside walls
of the garbage tub is more than the stir
of them in the muck of the garbage. Love is not
enough. We die and are put into the earth forever.
We should insist while there is still time. We must
eat through the wildness of her sweet body already
in our bed to reach the body within the body.
