I Will Retreat to the Precorporate

The sun's angle in April makes Winter woods even prettier, saturates the ocher with bright. If we ever get two consecutive sunny sixty degree days Winter woods will end until next November.

Deleted seething. Not in real life, as in, nothing in my real life needs seething, not in real life, as in what I do seethe over doesn't stop for all the hiking in woods I do with Earthgirl, as in deleted seething as in deleted bleggalgaze, global rather than particular.

Bluebells are blossoming, though peepers still not peeping.

• Seething, for instance: We are so fucked that we can’t see straight.
• When Red State teachers do the job Democrats tell you they do.
• Seething, for instance.
• Great Gaza March of Return Massacre.
• Return of the Fool.
• Maggie's weekly links.
• Humans, raised by wolves.
• How dogs see the world.
• Yesterday's best April Fool's joke. (But only if you're a native Mocomofo.)
• { feuilleton }'s weekly links.
• Dostoevsky, father of youth adult novels. True.
• On John Martyn.
• Here's some of his songs.
• Year ago last night we saw Lambchop on H St, they opened with:

THE DOMESTIC LIFE OF GHOSTS

Tom Clark

Whoso list to haunt could do worse than to

Obtain the license, get the picture.

Spook finders must find spooks to put the face,

Name and space coordinates together.

What is kept in the mind perimeter

Retains a wild autonomy through fate.

   

I will retreat to the precorporate.

Let fate have what is fate’s and allow

This spirit to slip through time’s difficult

Nets with the devious fingers of

A wild wind, while I run along behind.