I Take My Flames and Pay Inside

The most sanctimonious Die! Motherfucker! on the planet:

The alternative to the Ugly Party is the Grown-Up Party -- less edgy and less hip. It is sometimes depicted on the left and on the right as an all-powerful media establishment, stifling creativity, freedom and dissent. The Grown-Up Party, in my experience, is more like a seminar at the Aspen Institute -- presentation by David Broder, responses from E.J. Dionne Jr. and David Brooks -- on the electoral implications of the energy debate. I am more comfortable in this party for a few reasons: because it is more responsible, more reliable and less likely to wish its opponents would die.

Emphasis mine, because that's a motherfucking lie. The world's most sanctimonious motherfucker may not type Die, Motherfucker! onto the screen then press publish, but when he shines the justification for ongoing civilian deaths in Afghanistan (sanctimoniously regretting the death of all - WINK! - innocent human life) he types, to infinitely more deadly effect than my typed Die! Motherfucker!, Die! Motherfucker!

(Speaking of Die! Motherfuckers! re: this, I'm rooting for Greenwald, but fat motherfucking Die! Motherfuckers! have been waiting for an opening, and they're gonna go for the knockout and enjoy every minute of it. How soon before a boycott Salon and its advertisers blegbleat?)

Didn't go watch United in Fairfax: I had a chance to have dinner with a friend in town, I would have got a late start from work anyway, Bob was marbourging that accidents on all arteries had Fairfax in gridlock, all false justifications as by 3:00 I'd decided it felt more like an obligation than fun.

My lack of guilt disturbs me not because it doesn't disturb me more but because it doesn't disturb me at all. What's worse, I spent what arrgh I could summon on telling the most sanctimonious Die! Motherfucker! to Die! Motherfucker! and, tell the truth, that wasn't so great either.

• Capitalism, recession, resistance.
• Money is not real.
• Police and thieves.
• Žižek interview.
• The emergence of the posthuman subject.
• The Totempwog and Pwogfather.
• UPDATE! Descent into the American dream.
• The penultimate solution.
• One dumb Die! Motherfucker! More. More.
• Your Fucking Washington Post presents, Die! Motherfucker!
• UPDATE! Cartoon.
• Blahblahblah.
• UPDATE!

• UPDATE! Click, yo. Above from here.
• United did win, apparently without impressing.
• UPDATE! Novamofos, only 2985? FAIL!
• Maryland is 26th in Fat Ass ranking. The states with the highest rate of fat-asses will not surprise you.
• My future hell.
• Brunswick man shot in the ass cleaning his gun!
• UPDATE! Water restrictions!
• Motherfucking Landon.
• Can a midget be an outlaw? Yes!
• UPDATE! Some of you will understand why a professor I know just sent me this.
• Ed got a facelift.
• Coetzee interview.
• S'funny, I tried Dhalgren about a month ago and quit fast - here's how shallow I am: protagonist walks into town and is immediately fucked by an oriental chick by page four. Um, fuck that.
• Can a poet be an outlaw? Yes, but only a pathetic one.
• Early Gerald Stern.
• This bleeding heart.
• UPDATE! A salty salute!
• Excellent playlist w/MP3.
• UPDATE! Everywhere w/helicopter!
• I'd pay to hear the Glass, you couldn't pay me to sit through the Vivaldi.
• UPDATE! Exit flagger!
• Chop chop.
• UPDATE! Chasing Heather crazy!
• War for territory.
• UPDATE! Things I will keep!
• NPR listeners' Top 50 of 2010 albums so far. Gah, Band of Horses suck.
• UPDATE! Surgical focus!
• Good song! More.
• UPDATE! Always crush me!
• Woke up with my favorite REM song in my head. Too bad the fuckers won't let me post the video. Too bad the fuckers' music hasn't aged particularly well.
• UPDATE! Fly into ashes.
• Sweeter.
• UPDATE! As we go up we go down! Now officially this shetty blegs Theme Song (3).

ODE TO SPRING

Frederick Seidel

I can only find words for.
And sometimes I can't.
Here are these flowers that stand for.
I stand here on the sidewalk.

I can't stand it, but yes of course I understand it.
Everything has to have meaning.
Things have to stand for something.
I can't take the time. Even skin-deep is too deep.

I say to the flower stand man:
Beautiful flowers at your flower stand, man.
I'll take a dozen of the lilies.
I'm standing as it were on my knees

Before a little man up on a raised 
Runway altar where his flowers are arrayed
Along the outside of the shop.
I take my flames and pay inside.

I go off and have sexual intercourse.
The woman is the woman I love.
The room displays thirteen lilies.
I stand on the surface.

Another one of dozens of....