Rick Nielsen is sixty-seven today. Sixty-seven. Sixty-fucking-seven. My Standard Cheap Trick Disclaimer: I love a third of Cheap Trick songs, meh another third, loathe the remaining third, they were on the daily soundtrack three decades ago, shoot me. That's today's monologue.
- Wasn't going to post today but discovered today is Niel Nielsen's birthday so matter is out of my hands.
- A new political woman.
- When silence is power.
- Constructing the shitting citizen.
- Medieval pet names.
- Interactive map of American English dialects.
- Top minority language map of Europe.
- Maggie's weekly links.
- { feuilleton }'s weekly links.
- Shimmering neon lights.
- Trembling Blue Stars.
- Brecht, for those of you who do.
- Ceravolo reading.
- Death and the Powers: A Robot Pageant.
- Busker with a Harp.
THE CONSOLATIONS OF SOCIOBIOLOGY
Bill Knott
Those scars rooted me. Stigmata stalagmite
I sat at a drive-in and watched the stars
Through a straw while the Coke in my lap went
Waterier and waterier. For days on end or
Nights no end I crawled on all fours or in
My case no fours to worship you: Amoeba Behemoth.
—Then you explained your DNA calls for
Meaner genes than mine and since you are merely
So to speak its external expression etcet
Ergo among your lovers I’ll never be ...
Ah that movie was so faraway the stars melting
Made my thighs icy. I see: it’s not you
Who is not requiting me, it’s something in you
Over which you have no say says no to me.
