- Everyone is required to support Brazil
- One never roots for the oppressor over the oppressed
- A fan should follow the team of the country that issued his passport
- You can also support the country of familial origin
- It is OK during the first round to support a flight of teams
Dear reader, do you know that guy? / I didn’t think so. If only we could all watch the same TV – Lucia Perillo – Inseminating the Elephant, 2009 p4
I am mad as hell and won’t take it anymore – the millionaires were defeating the incumbents in yesterdays primaries – which goes to prove that if you already have the money you don’t have to raise it. A non-incumbent without money is an enemy noncombatant – take him prisoner and send him to Gitmo. The best way to not make money is to not have money to start with. Power and money are exchangeable - its only when it is done in too much of a hurry (carelessly) that it gets labeled as corruption.
Although the “ruling class” disagrees with the populists’ moral agenda, it tolerates the “moral war” as a means of keeping the lower class in their fury without disturbing the economic status quo – Slavoj Žižek – First as Tragedy, Then as Farce, 2009 p33
The sinister ideology is the ubiquitous ideology – the one you don’t know you have because it’s the same as everyone else’s – it is such an integral part of the experienced world that it ceases to be conscious – yet you can always spot the ideology of the other
Leave the sky to astronomers, cells to cytologists. / The poet is not always a telescope able to change into its opposite and if a star slides up to the eye through the hollow of the tube, it’s not like an elevator, but a magic lens – Vicente Huidobro – The Selected Poetry of, 1981 p76
The consequences of millions
Of soldiers dying
Was the death of even more
Innocents
In its cruelty war has only
Intensified over the years
Indifference magnified
With distance
Gnats – at least they don’t bite – but they get under your eyelids and fly down your throat and buzz in your ears – I keep reminding myself that midges and black flies are much worst without much success. What one wonders is on what pile of shit they have been feasting before they decided to fly into your mouth
Violence is the act of occupying spaces or blocking their occupation by others through the resistance of one’s body – Hans Ulrich Gumbrecht – In Praise of Athletic Beauty, 2006 p199
Oh, but the bugs – hot, humid and buggy along the Illinois River – but now I have a site on a hill with a breeze off of the Mississippi River and I just took a hot shower and changed – so I’m content – a happy camper with a cold beer and cooling air. Even the dog is happy – but he is always happy so long as he is not left alone and is fed and has water and is let inside the tent for his nap.
A lost steamer was coasting / The golden islands off the Milky Way // The Andes / Swift as a convoy / Run across Latin America – Vicente Huidobro – The Selected Poetry of, 1981 p41
It’s the Nauvoo Town Band – they are riding around in a horse drawn wagon as they play – it was they who I had mistaken for a recording being played in the pavilion – an old fashioned brass band – march music – and the band plays on – umpha, umpha – umba umba – around and around slowly being drawn on – there’s a wedding at the temple on the bluff – theyare gathering on the lawn for the taking of the photographs – the men in black suites, the women dressed in blue and the bride in her white – I’ll give you a hundred dollars for your dog. He’s putting you on, says his wife. His name tag indicates that he is an elder or at least a greeter – this is his profession demeanor – you probably won’t take a thousand, he says. Oh, I don’t know. On some days I would consider it, I reply. Oompha oompha – summer days in Nauvoo – fudge shops and ice cream parlors and men in white shirts with their jackets slung over their shoulders and women with child-bearing hips – Oompha oompha.
No mockery in the world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould and tilled with manure – Charlotte Bronte
Watching the St Stupid’s Day Parade with My Eyes Closed:
I found it fascinating that the people who were editorializing against it [the Supreme Court’s granting of personal rights to corporations] were The New York Times Company and The Washington Post Company. These are corporations – Justice Clarence Thomas
Figero, Figero, Figero - FIGERO - oooh - what an oh, what a oh - what’s up Doc? The police escort is being briefed. We usually end up at the Bankers’ Heart but this year will be different. A policeman says “There aren’t many Indians here” - We will end up at the Mint at First and Mission (the spokesman continues ignoring the policeman’s comment).We are protesting the dropping of Zippy from the Chronicle.
The reality of imagination is more real then reality without imagination – Raymond Federman – The Twofold Vibration, 1982 p24
A conch shell is calling the stupid to attention. There is a tinkling of bells and the blast of a metal horn. Occasionally a clown’s auto horn toots. it’s the conch shell again in a long plaintive call following the shot blare of a trumpet and three squeaks of the auto horn. The hub bub is getting more persistent now but its not yet built into a cacophony. Are those bells tinkling or fifth grade music sticks being struck together? Is Frank Chu here yet, I ask. Haven’t seen him yet (I didn’t say that someone else could not describe what was happening visually, just that I would not. Of course a fictional interlocutor would not be strictly against the rules but would be bending them to the point of making them pointless)
Failures and static people are seen as having underdeveloped personalities – Richard Sennett – The Hidden Injuries of Class, 1972 p183
The Police say - see that guy there he is the general. He’s supposed to control us. Control us!, says another officer in the squad that providing the official escort. I’m the oldest here, says another, I ought to be in charge. A few drums have now joined the horns. The noise has almost become continuous. When the horns, the drums and the hub bub all meld into one continuous cacophony St Stupid’s Day parade will officialy begin. I give it another five minutes. There are other unidentifiable noisemakers now. Noiseless interludes are becoming less frequent and when they do occur they are lasting for smaller and smaller intervals. Obviously fools do not smell. I had thought that at least I would be able to smell mothballs from the costumes exhumed for the occasion. The Ferry Building clock chimes noon. Bullhorns and portable speakers can now be heard. Nearby is someone with a trombone.
Fear alters the form of the flowers / Who wait for the final judgment trembling – Vicente Huidobro – The Selected Poetry of, 1981 p117
Please cluster in front of me and we will get you indoctrinated, a megaphone blares. Fools don’t take orders well. I can still make out individual voices as well as other amplified voices, but the den is starting to meld. “Ruby Slipper”, say Dorothy. I have a back stage pass on my right shoulder, obviously as I am a journalist. A big bass drum joins in. The cacophony is underway - no there is a two second cessation of sound. God bless us and no one else. Wolf, Wolf. Was that you Toto? Is Zippy here?
It’s a screwed up, bitched up world, and I’m afraid it’s going to stay that way. And I’ll tell you why. Because no one, almost no one, sees anything wrong with it. They can’t see that things are screwed up, so they’re not worried about it. What they’re worried about is guys like you – Jim Thompson – The Killer Inside Me, 19 p118
The bass drum picks up the cadence - bang, bang, umpa, umpa, drowning out everything except for the trombone and the tinkling cymbals. We have officially started. Umpa. Umpa. Umpa. Ting, ting, ting. Oooah, bang, tinka - the train is gathering steam and heading for the hills. The Boomba, boomba, booma, Tinkle, Tinkle, Clap, clap, Bomba, clap, yea, yea, Bomba, tinkle is becoming a crescendo - faster, faster, faster - bom bom, tat tat tat, boom, boom bo-o-om. Yeah,Yeah, Yeah. Orgasm. Light up a cigarette.
Bishop Joey says we are all here as scapegoats. We are the largest church in the universe. I pledge allegiance to the allusion of the pyramid scheme…he describes the secret handshake - slam, it against someone and yell ouch - OUCh.
Bishop Joey - blah, blah blah, blah
They say that a little bit of stupidity goes a long way. But a lot of it wears you out real quick.
He’s having his way
She’ll get her way
We all make way
Going all the way
I'll do it my way
Join power and love, then you never can be hurt – Nietzsche
In 1995 15.3% of American were considered obese (a body mass index ≥ 30). By 2005 the percentage had risen to 23.9
The prophetic task is to accept what has come to an end, and to anticipate alternatives as they emerge… The progressive task in articulating hope is to assist against the forces that limit, harass, and dismiss reform, that it is not only possible, but necessary – Daniel Schultz
The sun has been conspiring to play havoc with civilization – the sun in entering a unprecedented stage of solar activity (or a least it is unprecedented to a high tech civilization) – a hundred year solar storm would be capable of causing 20 times the economic damage that resulted from Hurricane Katrina. Space forecasting is of rising profession– not just to protect you from sunburn but to shut down communications satellites to prevent them from frying, Add the sun to the growing list of potential ecological disasters (or political conspiracies depending on your political ideology).
She’ll tell us everything I the hushed voice of a sincere bee / Astronomic gossip of the Universe / With a fine taste for small fish – Vicente Huidobro – The Selected Poetry of, 1981 p71
IBUs: International Bitterness Units – a scale of the bitterness of a beer, this bitterness being provided by the hops used during the brewing process. The IBUs of a beer are measured by chemical analysis – one IBU is one part per million of isohumulone:
Beer IBU range
American lager 10-15
Brown ale 15-25
Blond ale 15-30
Bock 20-30
Porter 20-40
Irish Stout 25-60
ESB 28-40
Pilsner 30-45
IPA 40+
Barley Wine 50-100
Activities which keep people moving in a class society, which make them seek more money, more possessions, higher status jobs, do not originate in materialistic desire, or even sensuous appreciation of things, but out of an attempt to restore a psychological deprivation that the class structure has effected in their lives – Richard Sennett – The Hidden Injuries of Class, 1972 p171
Compared to making sense, making no sense (nonsense) is very difficult – on the other hand being obscure, difficult to understand, ambiguous, irrational, unintelligible is extremely easy.
AND THE GREAT DANGER TO THE POEM IS THE POETIC… Don’t add poetry to what has it is already without you. Honey poured on honey, it’s sickening – Vicente Huidobro – The Selected Poetry of, 1981 p76
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