Monthly Archives: November 2010

In a Poem

The sentence goes blithely on it’s way
And takes the playfully objected rhyme
As surely as it keeps the stroke and time
In having it’s undeviable say.

–Robert Frost

Chomsky on the American Elections

"I am just old enough to remember those chilling and ominous days of Germany’s descent from decency to Nazi barbarism, to borrow the words of Fritz Stern, the distinguished scholar of German history. In a 2005 article, Stern indicates that he has the future of the United States in mind when he reviews ‘a historic process in which resentment against a disenchanted secular world found deliverance in the ecstatic escape of unreason.’ "
–Noam Chomsky

Journal Entry 11-15-11

I traveled today to Beverly Hills — Mordor you might call it — to feed the beast of commerce and pay my bills. On my way back to my hotel room I spotted a display containing the original mask from the Lone Ranger. First if all, it’s blue, not black. I found it oddly reassuring. It was as if my childhood were on display. If I put away the reality of our relationship to the natives for a moment– Tonto, see to the horses, will you? — there is something more than innocence and a morality player’s costume pictured here. There is hope in a shared future. Seems like something worth putting on display under glass at the Beverly Hills Hilton.

Journal Entry 11-14-11

East of here, in the dry hills of Oregon near John Day, you can see fifteen million years of geologic newsreel highlights lying around on the red and white pebbled ground. The bones of saber tooth tigers, buffalo-sized pigs and massive alligators lie buried quietly in sands once shaded by palm and banana trees. It is as solemn and peaceful today as it must have been noisy and ominous then. An Amazon where no man roamed, it disappeared as completely as if we were there to cut it down.

This older inflorescence that lead to our own mad blooming reminds me that our cars, our own bones, our buildings and box cars full of our garbage will someday form the Holocene sediments — heavy with with our own history and faint imaginings, spread in uneven layers over the beds of our ancestors, we will lie down and wait our turn, as patient as dead tigers, for reverent diggers and dreamers to come along and resurrect us in all our own wild and primitive glory.

Gangs of America

We are all gang members now in the USA. Why not realize it, name them? The blunts, the shivs, the peckerwoods, the confused, the liars, the sacred wounded, the fetish objects, the skin tights, the monopoly masters, the comedians, the milfs, the banker wankers, the snow blowers, the chow throwers, the corpse huggers, proud know nothings, the bee brains, the news whores, the pencil dick Palinites, the amazon newts, the Newtered, the mighty morphin keyboarders, the moony misbegotten, and the street cornered beggars.

Today’s Quote

"When we measure something we are forcing an undetermined, undefined world to assume an experimental value. We are not ‘measuring’ the world, we are creating it."

–Niels Bohr