Tuesday, 05/23/2017

This Amusement Never Ends

Shedding a lot of skin of late.


May 23, 11:00 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)


The Skin of Sleep:

The skin of sleep
is thin. It will not hold.
Its contents stumble out.
A nub of bone
lodged in earth
at the bottom of a pit.
A stranger staring
down from the rim.
The skin of sleep is thin.
It cannot hold.
Lost names spill out.
Children engraved
in ash. A sea of blood.
Only you, tenderness,
stillborn, beneath
the skin of sleep.

Myra Sklarew.


May 23, 9:48 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Sunday, 05/21/2017

I Pity The Fool

Lord Dampnut's administration is like the A-Team, but the plan never, ever comes together.  And people die in the crashes.


May 21, 11:07 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

Hours, days, and years slide soft away

Ode on Solitude:

Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mix'd; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me dye;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lye.

Alexander Pope.


May 21, 9:44 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

A Servant Of Three Masters

Ye cannot serve the Base, Putin, and Mammon.


May 21, 5:56 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Saturday, 05/20/2017

Here, sir. Let me give you one of my cards.

Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?


May 20, 10:30 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

In the crux of my hollow innocent youth, I believed that my teddy bears had feelings.


In the harsh glare of an easily
reprehensible life. The channel changer is lost
in the crack of an infinite sofa.
       Everything falls apart, everything breaks
down, torn into a million
              fragments, Jericho everyday.
I want to be the blameless
victim in this canceled puppet show,
the marionette every mother loves, the one
souvenirs are modeled from.

Justin Chin.


May 20, 10:11 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

In A Fit Of Kulturkampf

Romer, on this date in 1996:

'Equal protection of the laws is not achieved through indiscriminate imposition of inequalities.'" Respect for this principle explains why laws singling out a certain class of citizens for disfavored legal status or general hardships are rare. A law declaring that in general it shall be more difficult for one group of citizens than for all others to seek aid from the government is itself a denial of equal protection of the laws in the most literal sense.

And Fat Tony is still dead as a doornail, equal to all the other dead haters in a most literal sense.


May 20, 7:45 PM in Constitution, Schmonstitution | Permalink | Comments (0)

Friday, 05/19/2017

it did not create a furor

Well, that's the 8th for you.


May 19, 11:10 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

NIMBYism Poetry

The Truth about Small Towns:

The latest uproar: to allow Wendy’s
to build another fast-food burger shack
on two acres of wetlands near Raccoon Creek,   
or to permit the conservationist
well-to-do citizenry to keep their green   
space and thus assure long, unsullied views   
from their redwood decks, picture windows,   
and backyards chemically rich as golf greens.
The paper’s rife with spats, accusations,   
pieties both ways. Wendy’s promises   
flowers, jobs. The citizens want this, too,   
but want it five miles away where people
don’t care about egrets, willows, good views.   
Oh, it’s going to be a long night: call   
out for pizza, somebody brew some tea.   
Then we’ll all stand up for what we believe.

David Baker.


May 19, 10:26 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Arrest The Protesters, Too

If your bodyguards can't strangle First Amendmenters, what is this country coming to?


May 19, 9:08 PM in Constitution, Schmonstitution | Permalink | Comments (1)

Thursday, 05/18/2017

I can't feed on the powerless

I don't mind stealing bread from the mouth of decadence.


May 18, 11:08 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

There is an invisible book of life that faithfully records our vigilance or our neglect


The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
 Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit,
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
 Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

Omar Khayyám.


May 18, 10:25 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)


Can we have him--or his primary opponent--back, please?


May 18, 9:12 PM in Family Life | Permalink | Comments (0)

Not Lost In Space

We is go, and we is paving the way, Charlie.


May 18, 7:47 PM in Mars, Bitches! | Permalink | Comments (0)

Perhaps The Wrong Syndicated Show

Thought Criminal goes for Robot in Lost in Space, but I'm thinking Sgt Shultz in Hogan's Heroes.  YMMV.  It's all fucked up.


May 18, 6:20 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Wednesday, 05/17/2017

Who can say where the road goes?

So I like Eithne Pádraigín Ní Bhraonáin, sue me.


May 17, 10:59 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

the dripping faucet and uncut lawn—this is life?

On the Road:

Those dutiful dogtrots down airport corridors
while gnawing at a Dunkin' Donuts cruller,
those hotel rooms where the TV remote
waits by the bed like a suicide pistol,
those hours in the air amid white shirts
whose wearers sleep-read through thick staid thrillers,
those breakfast buffets in prairie Marriotts—
such venues of transit grow dearer than home.

John Updike.


May 17, 8:21 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Tuesday, 05/16/2017

Look mummy, there's an aeroplane up in the sky

Did you see the frightened ones?


May 16, 11:12 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)