I swear I've ate my last obama-wafer, but pigs are still so wafer-thin more shitty, can a rube resist just one more....
- World's shittiest human, refining, redefining, shittiness.
- Obama owns Bush's torture.
- Becoming what we seek to destroy.
- Froomkin's a treasure.
- The Five Techniques.
- Barack Cheney.
- Lindsey Obama.
- Decoupling from reality.
- Bullshit.
- Not off the table.
- The Pastor is aghast at Democrat's meanness to Turdboat.
- I was in Troop 1097, made it to Life but not Eagle before getting kicked out, but I never got to play with sub-machine guns.
- Plastic showers in Bethesda.
- I'm a trend-setter.
- James Wood's Ian McEwan problem.
- Dissenting on Beckett. I confess, I tried Malloy three weeks or so ago, I'll trust the fault is me, I'll not blame a reading slump, but I just don't Beckett.
- Watch this. (h/t) (And I find this fascinating since all blegging is about blegging: Am I obligated to h/t someone who doesn't care whether I h/t him or not if I wouldn't have found it w/o his h/t? It seems I say yes.)
- New EELS! Fresh Blood (plus some good older stuff).
- Today's Listening Assignment.
- Listening to KEXP as I type this, I can confirm Soundgarden still sucks. No offense, Frederick.
- Jeebus, the DJ, in a note on the playlist to a New Order song, types "80's British band who became known and praised for their melding of post-punk and electronic dance."
- New Order?
- There is always a New Order song in my head.
- Today's Listening Assignment.
- Today's Listening Assignment.
- Today's Listening Assignment. (Yes, again.)
- Today's Listening Assignment.
- Polly Scattergood?
UPDATE!
Ledley King will be disciplined by Tottenham after being arrested outside a nightclub last weekend, with Arry Redknapp less than appy abaht the whole boozing business. "I don't understand why they get drunk," said Redknapp. "You can't even get a slice of white bread in the canteen here. Everything here is geared up to healthy eating. What's the point if then they are going to drink 10 pints of lager?" [Fiver looks at shoes etc and so on]
and
Martin Laursen has been forced into retirement by persistent knee-knack. Did you, like the Fiver, first read that as Henrik Larsson, then lose interest a wee bit when you discovered it was the Aston Villa defender?
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THE THEORIST HAS NO SAMBA!
Edwin Torres
there is a new instantism > a language of tangent =
tanguage > ambient funguage > there is a modern path
> invented through accidental spontaneity + of mock
language sport = fractured intelligentsillys > there
are sage athleticists + important children farmed out
to the furthest reaches of nowness >...>...>
I propose a New Instantism. Take spontaneousness out
of the ether and smack it into the throes of the wild
screaming bastard maggot that IS poetry! I propose a
New NEWness, where we refuse to comply by the aged
fumblings of mere HEARING! I instigate a NEW failure of
listening.... so we may one day walk hand in hand with
our own ears and say.... THANK THE MIGHTY LOUD THAT I
MAY THANK THE MIGHTY LOUD THAT I MAY THANK THE MIGHTY
LOUD! I have a NEW Instantaety, a modern NEWness, a
post NOWism... I have a fear... of hiding this fear,
instead... I choose a revelry of failure, an opportune
dementia into the song of my pacifism.
Let's say we level expectation with implied tension.
The instant doubt appears, possibility appears next to it in a window.
What was thought to have clarity is now diffused by possibility.
In the possibility the goal.... or only the instant before doubt?
The New Instantists will allow possibility room to
doubt itself... inventing a paranoia into the sleepless
monster that is this bastard maggot poetry. The New
Instantist will know that it takes a flat surface to
iron out procedure, that a wrinkled pair of favorite
pants will match an equally wrinkled ass... and mind.
That no matter how just or unjust the outcome... the
New Instantist will always be blamed for what has just
happened! Occurrence... being the signpost
for all things instant.
To what is now
And what is never then
To what has been
And what will never now
To things all thinging
And soon all soon'ing
To what is now
Instantly now
My head, your head