Sunday, June 26, 2016

Find the place





    How often I've resorted to luxury,
    or wilderness or harshly strenuous
    pastimes, when one could always've
    cultivated composure in oneself to
    impart that remedy to a place fre-
    quented by others, of that custom.

    To all such places, just come out.





































Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Donald Trump went to Texas last week





Albert Herring, eat your heart out.

The homecoming queen went trolling
for loot in River Oaks, and barbar-
ous thrills in rally after rally of
famished sociopaths. Along the way,
he warned the squeamish to shut up,
advising he would do this himself;
revoked the free press credentials
of the essential morning paper for
everyone in government, from coast
to coast; promised to decapitate
the laws of libel in protection of
political expression; and celebrat-
ed a dominance of his Party which
saw the Speaker of the House chang-
ing his diaper at every interview.
Apart from the latter's discomfort,
these are acts of pure despotism.



  But wasn't he yar to his
  enthusiasts, and positive
  catnip still to a media
  bedazzled, It could hap-
  pen here. Everyone who
  wasn't raised, 24/7, on
  Crisco, sugar, and salt,
  Fox, and Koch casuists,
  professed to be baffled.
  But we scarcely possess
  an excuse. We cordially
  begged to differ with
  friends who indulged the
  lies of Trump's Party so
  long, we consoled each
  other with their ingen-
  uity in controlling the
  attack dogs they'd bred.
  And now, It has happened
  here. Their Mengelian ex-
  periment has whelped their
  Caudillo, indifferent to
  catechism, in raw control.







     Wasn't everyone warned at home,
     a soul bears a responsibility?

     Donald Trump has let it loose,

     The ultimate horror of Trump
     is not for whom he reviles, but
     for those who love him. There,
     is the greatest crime politics
     can commit. It's happened here.



































Monday, June 20, 2016

They tell me, this is our longest day






      the edible substance is without
      a precious heart, without a bur-
      ied power, without a vital sec-
      ret .. to eat is but to select.



















Roland Barthes
Empire of Signs
  Food Decentered
1970
Richard Howard
  translation
Hill & Wang
Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1982©







Sunday, June 19, 2016

We go home now vi


I was shopping
for greens yes-
terday and met
a guy who wore
a logotype, be-
tween shoulder
blades, I know.






   And earth began to look 
   as you remembered her,
   herons, like seagulls, flock-
   ed to the salted furrow,
   the bellowing, smoky bullock
   churned its cane sea,
   a world began to pass
   through your pen's eye,
   between bent grasses and one word
   for the bent rice.

















Collected Poems
  1948-1984
    The Gulf
    and other Poems
      Exile
      1969
The Noonday Press
Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1986©
      
Eduardo Techado





Saturday, June 18, 2016

All débutantes say it's good







  And every
  star out
  in far
  Hollywood

  Seems to
  give it a
  try

  . .








                         So why be that guy?
                      



                         Orlando has remade
                         this year, and giv-
                         en resolution to an
                         uninspiring option
                         in November. We did
                         notice the names at
                         Pulse. They aren't
                         anglicised anymore.
                         











Cole Porter
Jubilee
1935





Friday, June 17, 2016

Suppose it were Friday cxv: Not really by chance





       I'm beginning to rely on
       the recurrence of Friday
       in my life, and I find I
       have never shaken the i-
       dea that it holds amuse-
       ment, not very far below
       the surface. I'm expect-
       ing always to read some-
       thing I won't be able to
       put down.













Thursday, June 16, 2016

Our race





                             
            What did you think, that joy
            was some slight thing?


















Mark Doty
Sweet Machine
  Visitation
  fragment
  1998
Fire to Fire
  New and 
  Selected Poems
Harper Collins, 2008©





  

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Origins of Wednesday xxx: Ravings









                 In a statement dated last evening, 
                 and signed by its entire editorial 
                 board, The New York Times adopted 
                 the term, ravings, to identify re-
                 marks by Donald Trump this week in 
                 support of himself against the in-
                 terests of the nation and all man-
                 kind. Earlier in the day, the Shor-
                 enstein Center at Harvard laid sub-
                 stantial blame for his rise, to me-
                 dia stunned by his headlights. It 
                 was good, then, to see the English
                 language retrieving its accuracy.




                 The President, himself, performed
                 this same obligation, earlier in
                 the day. Time was, we'd expect it.
                 Time's always been short that way.























George Orwell
Why I Write
1946
op. cit.