Egoslavia's Holiest Day

George was born sixty-eight years ago today. I love George. I can say with utter certainty that I have listened to All Things Must Pass more than any other album. In that sillyass desert island game, it's one of five.

Ric Flair is 62 today:

His shoes cost more than your house.

• Shoes for Barack.
• The future.
• Back to the future.
• All-American decline.
• Wrong questions, wrong answers.
• A love that dare not speak its name.
• Volcano of rage.
• So the fuck what.
• Krugman is never going to have his obamapostasy.
• On the above.
• I'm Robert Siegel. 
• UPDATE! On the above.
• Objecting to butt-kissing (when caught).
• Crackerific!
• Crackerific!
• ICC! 
• ICC! 
• Gaithersburg semen squirter sentenced!
• Metro!
• New TV on the Radio!

TWO, THREE

Rae Armantrout

Sad, fat boy in pirate hat.
Long, old, dented,
copper-colored Ford.

How many traits
must a thing have
in order to be singular?

(Echo persuades us
everything we say
has been said at least once 
                                        before.)

Two plump, bald men
in gray tee-shirts
and tan shorts 

are walking a small bulldog –
followed by the eyes
of an invisible third person.

The Trinity was born
from what we know
of the bitter 

symbiosis of couples.
Can we reduce echo’s sadness
by synchronizing our speeches?

Is it the beginning or end
of real love
when we pity a person

because, in him,
we see ourselves?