Saturday, September 30, 2017
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angel of thirst vs. the angel of dust
at the edge of some
surrealist landscape, all grey
fields and monotone sky and
blood red roses
late november and the
highway littered with bones
the crows grown fat
nothing to do with the gun
in your hand but kill
no one to tell you they
love you but your children
and your children are gone
the enemy is always
in your blind spot
is always creeping closer
how else to end this war
but with the slaughter
of those who are wrong?
Wednesday, September 27, 2017
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Thursday, September 21, 2017
FUNTIME AT THE MOVIES
Every time my kids tell me about a
movie they love, I tell them “You should read the book, it’s even better.” Lord
of the Rings and the Narnia series don’t necessarily apply here, of course,
since they were valiant efforts to adapt books I’ve loved most of my life, and
it was just great to see them on the screens with big-budget financing. Technically, the books were still better, but
DAMN those visuals were impressive……
The one big exception to the BOOK
BEATS MOVIE rule that comes to mind is The
Perks of Being a Wallflower. The
main character in the book was just too wishy-washy and washed-out pastel grey
and, since the story was told by him, none of it really came to life for
me. The movie had much more depth, since
the supporting characters could actually be seen through the camera lens and
not just the eyes of the narrator.
Excellent movie.
The one time that book and movie kick
equal amounts of ass is CLOUD ATLAS.
Fuck the haters on this one. Read
the book first so you know what’s going on, and then watch the movie 2 or 3 times,
and then read the book again. Fucking
incredible shit. God damn. The layout of the book is perfect (and makes
perfect sense), and the movie fucks with that, but for good reason and to
awesome effect. The actors and actresses
ROCK in their multiple roles. The
visuals are incredible. Enough said.
There’s a peripheral person in my
life who shall remain unnamed, and I use this individual as a casual movie
guide. When they say “That movie is
stupid, I didn’t understand it at all”, I’m immediately there to watch it. 100% prediction powers so far, the movies
that confuse this person have all kicked righteous ass:
- INCEPTION
- ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND
- TWELVE MONKEYS
- CLOUD ATLAS
Boo. Fucking. Ya.
Wednesday, September 20, 2017
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Monday, September 18, 2017
Sunday, September 17, 2017
gabriel
or this idea of the police
beating a man to death
the need to ask the color of his skin
of the sky
blood raining down from it
onto the houses and the carsand the children
the indians marched to the desert
then slaughtered
the pregnant women
locked in cages
everything done in the name of freedom
and then the churches set on fireand then the names of the
people trapped inside
their screams lost beneath
the roar of progress
their bones
picked out of the ashes
the way we plant them and
wait for adifferent beast to grow
Saturday, September 16, 2017
GRANT HART
Conventional wisdom always seems to list
Bob Mould as the main Dü Dude, but I stand by my claim for Grant Hart supremacy
in the post-Dü world. His solo work was
more varied and nuanced than Mould’s, his songs were much hookier, and his two
albums with Nova Mob beat Mould’s two Sugar albums hands down (granted, Copper Blue is awesome, but it still
gets a little tedious when I listen to it all in one sitting).
Everything he released after HD was too easily overlooked due to its tiny indy-label status (he never got bigger than SST, I don't believe), and his second Nova Mob was insanely underrated by all the dipshit critics who, that same year, heaped praise on Sugar’s meh FU:EL.
But fuck,
man – Hüsker Dü. They were one of the
handful of bands that kept me alive during high school. They will always have my gratitude for that.
THE TRUTH ABOUT FUCKTARD TRUMP
Poll Reveals the First Word That
Comes To Mind When Americans
Think of Donald Trump.
It’s a questions that
is asked often.
“What is the first word
that comes to mind when you think of Donald Trump?”
That’s what Quinnipiac,
a trusted polling agency, asked Americans in a survey. And the answers given
paint a sad picture of the level of confidence Americans have in the president.
The most popular answer: “idiot.”
At the G20 Summit,
Trump went out of his way to prove Americans right. When Ivanka wasn’t sitting
in for him, he was busy saying “America First” to every trade negotiation. It
got to the point where the Italian Prime Minister had to question why Trump was
trying to damage the growing world economy, and other European countries
threatened to retaliate if Trump raised tariffs on steel—essentially, Trump’s
nonsensical blustering may cause a trade war between America and the 19 other
nations in the Group of 20.
But it’s not just at
the G20 summit that he’s proving that he’s ignorant (the 9th most
frequent response) and stupid (the 12th). Trump doesn’t understand
or even know what’s in the Senate health care bill which has his name
on it. He doesn’t read his intelligence briefings unless they mention him every
few sentences and have pictures. And he only watches Fox News.
It’s been six months
with Trump in office, and Americans already think he’s an idiot. Even worse,
every time he speaks with a foreign leader, the rest of world loses even more
respect for America.
Friday, September 15, 2017
NOTES ON CIRINO
Cirino has always been a touchstone for me. Our styles are pretty different, but I’ve
always liked his sensibility, and we had an intermittent correspondence for
about 15 years in which we exchanged works-in-progress, anti-academic
viewpoints and general worldview philosophies.
He’s
been dead for about 5 years now, and I’m pretty disappointed in how his name
seems to have faded away instead of growing in stature. Last I heard (about 2 years ago), there was a
bunch of his unpublished work looking for a publisher, but it doesn’t seem to
have come to anything.
These
books are a part of my Cirino collection, many of them bought from Leonard
directly, some of them traded for, others picked up on the used book
circuit. For one of them, I had asked
him to point me in the right direction so I could buy a copy, and he ended up
sending me his last personal copy. That’s
the kind of person he was. He liked the
ink-on-paper approach, even after the ascension of the internet, so there was a
lot of his stuff to track down. I’m
actually waiting for a book right now, lokks like a few copies finally showed
up on the market.
Two
of these collections I did myself, using unpublished work from the internet
(including his blog, which is still online and which he almost never updated)
and poems he’d send me in large batches every now and then. I also have an additional 100+ poems on paper
that he mailed me over the years before (and after) we both finally got
computers. These have all been pronged
into report folders, more or less chronologically. There are a few broadsides and poster-size
pages tuked away in there, too.
Dude
was prolific.
Thursday, September 14, 2017
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