Friday, February 14, 2025

But where, oh where is the holy idiot, truth teller and soothsayer, familiar of spirits, rat eater, unhouseled wanderer whose garble and babble fill rich and poor, homeless and housed, with awe and fear?

Look, these grids a vital cog in my processing and coping with the arrival of the clusterfuck I've been expecting for decades and sorting and resorting boxes, with ever more content to sort daily in my skull but the same limited infinite space to sort into, so the compulsive grids more compulsive than ever
Here, from William Gass' The Tunnel, posted every year here in celebration of his birthday, my favorite three sentences, is me, tattoed, engrained, bedded and embedded in my me
"The other large carton unpacked in the same way - box into box - but the feeling it gave me was the opposite of that suggested by the endless nest of Russians dollies it otherwise resembled, for what I was opening was a den of spaces which now covered the floor near my feet. It was plain that every ten-by-ten-by eight container contained cubes which were nine by nine by seven, and eight by eight by six, and seven by seven by five, and so on down to three by three by two, as well as many smaller, thinly sided one at every interval in between, so that out of one box a million more might multiply, confirming Zeno's view, although at that age, with an unfurnished mind, I couldn't have known of his paradoxes let alone have been able to describe one with any succinctness. What I had discovered is that every space contains more space than the space it contains"
Far too frequent reminder that when my daughter is my age as I type this it will be 2058, the Earth will still be here but will the world?
Cataloging my sins, these grids, a far too frequent reminder that all but two posts per year as long as this blog's existed tagged My Complicity (unless I fucked up and forgot, another sort of sin)
A far too frequent reminder that my life trajectory slothrops American empire, all my joints ache, especially the weight-bearing ones, I lose my balance like a toddler, I still think my better disc-golfing days ahead all I need is buy the perfect putter, I'm Rabbit dressed as Uncle Sam having a heart attack marching in the 4th of July parade, ETA of clutch-and-fall TBD but soon
IT DOES NOT HELP THAT I HATE WINTER AND I HATE SNOW AND I HAVEN'T HIKED WITH L SINCE FIRST WEEK OF JANUARY
I canvassed for Kerry in Harrisburg on Election Day 2004, this is all my fault, I did not have my apostasy until the third week of the first Obamasshole admin, this is all my fault
This not about my political impotence, this about my Foolishness & Toolishness, what I'm going to do when Act or Cower choice finally and fatefully needs made, that people are warning me to desist and delete means I might need to make a for real political decision with consequences for the first time in my life
All too frequent reminder: major bleggalgazes often result in blockage and in every case I don't think that's my motive though not dissatified with result
This is true: when I make hexjeffs I am oriented one way first composition so canvas can dry without me fucking it up and in almost every case, including the below, what incidentally was the upside-down ends up the right-side up (though they're meant to spin), for instance the below
Forgive me, making these things helps me cope most




It’s The End of the American Era. Period
"To meaningfully oppose real power is not to take some special stance toward Donald Trump, or any other individual empire manager for that matter. The abuses of the empire aren't the product of any one individual, but rather the inevitable fruits of the systems and practices that the empire is premised upon. Capitalism. Imperialism. Hegemonic control. Plutocracy. Militarism. Ecocide. Exploitation. Extraction. Authoritarianism. Propaganda"
Step One: Acknowledge the constitutional crisis. What’s Step Two?
"There's a strong argument that if every single Dem Party lifer in DC - every politician, staffer, advocate, think tanker, media influencer, pundit etc - just resigned, it would actually be better for party renewal & the world & would certainly not be worse than it is right now. An entire generation of the Democrats' professional political class has made a great living in the capital absolutely failing to prevent - and in many cases, actually facilitating - what we're now living through. It's time to just say that out loud and admit it"
Democrats ‘Pissed’ at Constituents for Asking Literally Anything of Them
"Hakeem Jeffries and congressional Dems are finally getting angry and fighting back…against grassroots democrats who are flooding their office with calls to stand up to Trump/Elon. These pathetic losers are irritated that voters want to see them actually show some life as the richest man on the planet steals our government"
"Establishment Democrats would rather let fascism spread than risk losing their bribes"
"House Democratic Leader Hakeem Jeffries announces Rapid Response Task Force co-chaired by 81 year old congresswoman Rosa DeLauro, congressmen Gerry Connolly (74) and Jamie Raskin (62)"
"We Have Found the Anti-Trump Democratic Resistance and They Are..."
"Peak Democrat brain here. That horrendous thing Republicans are doing? We would also do it, but competently. Same thing Schumer said after the Trump tax cuts, the Dem line on deportations, the mainstream Dem position on the Iraq war. Lather, rinse, repeat, as needed"
"She got rich as a corporate lawyer before becoming a senator. Then she slandered Bernie on behalf of the oligarchs in order to midwife the Biden presidency. How many are dead in Ukraine and Gaza due to the Biden administration?"
"Bidenomics foundered on ten years of Democratic reluctance to declare war on inequality"
"Nothing makes Establishment Democrats feel more 5-D chessplayer clever than playing the "we'll hit the Republicans from the right" game. It never works, no one ever falls for it, but that won't stop 'em. Because it pays off when the revolving door calls"
The Not-So-Strange Paradox of American Power and Dysfunction
How the West uses sexual violence to advance its interests
"Trump doesn't realize that he's telling Sisi and Abdullah: "Remember how Gaddafi died after being kicked out of power & getting sodomized by a bayonet? Then his body was displayed in a public freezer for days? I'd like you to sign onto my plan that can make that happen for you!"
"The US and its NATO cronies plan to kill vast numbers of people all over the world this century to get their hands on the resources they need to maintain their wealth and domination. It is essential to boycott, isolate, and weaken these nations before it’s too late"
Imperialism (Still) Rules"Why would a billionaire steal more money?” has to be the dumbest question in history
"I Don't Wanna Live In The Modern World"
The far right, the left, and the trap of electoral politics
Elon Musk’s Companies Were Under Investigation by Five Inspectors General When the Trump Administration Fired Them and Made Musk the Investigator
American professional soccer refuses to build a pyramid with promotions and relegations, a very fine metaphor for America itself
On Fredric Jameson’s pedagogyScience Will Not Save Us
"This is disinformation that is not Kate Bush it is Kathy Acker in a wig"
A Loving Caw from a Nameless Friend
The Top 100 Albums of the 1970s?
Mclusky's first album in twenty years!
There is a new William Tyler album out soon!
Missing Bryce's marbles in blender show, for years Fridays noon to three on WFMU? He's now on East Village Radio
Yesterday was Gabriel's 75th birthday, a far too frequent reminder that Car, Scratch, Melt, and Security major gateway drugs for 18 to 23 year old me several lifetimes ago





FABLE

Tom Sleigh

But where, oh where is the holy idiot,
truth teller and soothsayer, familiar

of spirits, rat eater, unhouseled wanderer
whose garble and babble fill rich and poor,

homeless and housed, with awe and fear?
Is he hiding in the pit of the walkie-talkie,

its grid of holes insatiably hungry,
almost like a baby, sucking in the police sergeant's

quiet voice as he calls in reinforcements?
Oh holy idiot, is that you sniffing the wind

for the warm turd smell on the mounted policemen
backing their horses' quivering, skittish

haunches into the demonstrators' faces?
Oh little village among the villages,

the wild man, the holy Bedlamite is gone,
and nobody, now, knows where to find him...

Lying in mud? lying caked in mud, hair elfed into knots?
Some poor mad Tom roving the heath

for a warm soft place to lie his body down,
his speech obsessed with oaths, demons,

his tongue calling forth the Foul Fiend, Flibbertigibbet
as the horses back slowly, slowly into the crowd

and he eats filth, he crams his ravenous mouth with filth—
and then he sits on his stool in the trampled hay

and deep-rutted mud, he anoints himself
with ashes and clay, he puts on his crown

of fumiter weed and holds his scepter
of a smouldering poker and calls the court to order.

4 comments:

  1. 1/carry with these grids they are wonderful

    2/the assertion that it is NOT kate bush in the pic is denied by one large language model - their response seems plausible to me - it IS bush, but the alligator is not a living animal, apparently - full answer:


    Kathy Acker was an influential American experimental novelist, punk poet, playwright, and postmodern writer known for her radical and often controversial works. Born in 1947 and passing away in 1997, her most famous works include "Blood and Guts in High School" and "Great Expectations." She was known for blending autobiography with fiction, often exploring themes of identity, sexuality, and power dynamics.

    Regarding the photo in question, the confusion between Kate Bush and Kathy Acker arises from a 1979 photograph by Dutch photographer Claude Vanheye. This image shows a woman in a bright yellow ballgown in an underground car park with an alligator on a leash, credited to Vanheye from a session in Amsterdam:

    The Woman in the Photo: This is indeed Kate Bush, not Kathy Acker. The photo is well-documented as part of a series Vanheye took with Kate Bush, where she is seen in various outfits by the designer Fong Leng, including the yellow dress in the underground car park. Information on the web confirms that Kate Bush was photographed by Vanheye in 1979 for this unique and playful photoshoot, which was known for its eccentricity and the use of props like a fake crocodile.
    Misidentification: The claim by
    @gaddisghost
    .bsky.social that it's Kathy Acker in a wig appears to be misinformation. There is no evidence from the available sources or credible photography archives that Kathy Acker was involved in this particular photoshoot. Kathy Acker's style and public persona were quite different from the portrayal in the photo, which aligns more with Kate Bush's known aesthetic and her penchant for theatrical and artistic expressions.
    Photo Details: The photograph was taken in an underground car park in Amsterdam, with Kate Bush wearing a Fong Leng dress, and the alligator is noted to be a prop. This session is celebrated for its creativity and has been referenced in various articles and posts about Kate Bush's early career.

    In conclusion, while Kathy Acker was a significant figure in literature, the person in the photo is Kate Bush. The confusion might stem from a mix-up or an attempt at humor or misinformation, but based on available documentation and descriptions of the photoshoot, Kate Bush is the subject of this particular image from 1979.



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  2. tom sleigh's fable reminds me of a passage from todd rundgren's song "fascist christ"

    Jesus and money make a man speak in tongues
    Scream out his lungs, roll in the dung
    And when the song is sung, he moves up another rung
    And the deaf and the dumb are the ones who get stung


    my cyberinformant, in response to my question, tells me


    The reference you're likely thinking of is from the Book of Ezekiel in the Hebrew Bible (Old Testament). Specifically, in Ezekiel 4:9-15, God instructs Ezekiel to perform a symbolic act involving dung:

    Ezekiel 4:9-12 describes Ezekiel being commanded to bake barley cakes over human excrement as a sign to the Israelites of the hardships they would face due to their sins. However, Ezekiel protests this command on the grounds of ritual purity. Ezekiel 4:14-15: After Ezekiel's objection, God modifies the instruction, allowing Ezekiel to use cow dung instead of human excrement for the baking of his bread.

    So, while Ezekiel does not "roll in" dung, he is instructed to use it symbolically in his prophetic actions, which was meant to signify the defilement or the harsh conditions of exile that would come upon the people of Israel. This passage is often discussed in theological contexts for its vivid symbolic imagery and the message it conveys about obedience, purity, and the consequences of sin.

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  3. They won't let me take my emotional support Giant Boa Constrictor on domestic flights. International flights, okay, because "who cares what happens on non-U.S. carriers" -- but, now that there's Ebola in New York there are other carriers to be concerned about. Anything for the Yucks but the going is hard.

    All These Days suddenly remind me of the conversation between Fafnir and Giblets where the boat was on fire, and sinking, which was Old Business, and the New Business was hey why is it so hot in here?

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  4. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casabianca_(poem)

    Casabianca
    by Felicia Hemans


    The boy stood on the burning deck
    Whence all but he had fled;
    The flame that lit the battle's wreck
    Shone round him o'er the dead.
    Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
    As born to rule the storm;
    A creature of heroic blood,
    A proud, though childlike form.

    The flames roll'd on...he would not go
    Without his father's word;
    That father, faint in death below,
    His voice no longer heard.

    He call'd aloud..."Say, father,say
    If yet my task is done!"
    He knew not that the chieftain lay
    Unconscious of his son.

    "Speak, father!" once again he cried
    "If I may yet be gone!"
    And but the booming shots replied,
    And fast the flames roll'd on.

    Upon his brow he felt their breath,
    And in his waving hair,
    And looked from that lone post of death,
    In still yet brave despair;

    And shouted but one more aloud,
    "My father, must I stay?"
    While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud
    The wreathing fires made way,

    They wrapt the ship in splendour wild,
    They caught the flag on high,
    And stream'd above the gallant child,
    Like banners in the sky.

    There came a burst of thunder sound...
    The boy-oh! where was he?
    Ask of the winds that far around
    With fragments strewed the sea.

    With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
    That well had borne their part;
    But the noblest thing which perished there
    Was that young faithful heart.


    Felicia Dorothea Hemans (25 September 1793 – 16 May 1835) was an English poet (who identified as Welsh by adoption). Regarded as the leading female poet of her day, Hemans was immensely popular during her lifetime in both England and the United States, and was second only to Lord Byron in terms of sales.

    Two of her opening lines, "The boy stood on the burning deck" and "The stately homes of England", have acquired classic status.


    in 2011 someone wrote:

    Various parodies of this once-famous poem have entered popular culture, and the one which made most impact on me when I was a boy (during the mid-20th century) was


    The boy stood on the burning deck
    Eating peanuts by the peck
    The fire was hot -
    His toes were toasted -
    He didn't care, he liked them roasted.


    Then, of course, we have the Buddha's metaphor of being trapped in a burning house as analogous to the plight of a sentient being incarnated in an inevitably mortal body.

    May the Creative Forces of the Universe have mercy on our souls, if any.

    https://tinyurl.com/downwiththeship

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