i pass gin

The Best Stuff I Read This Week

“I’m not looking to overthrow the American government, the corporate state already has.”

— John Trudell / Santee Dakota activist, artist, and poet (1946–2015)


“Given that we have left it so late, can we reach the social tipping point before we hit the environmental tipping point?”

— George Monbiot / The Guardian


“Our system of commercial medicine, dominated by private insurance, regional groups of private hospitals, and other powerful interests, looks more and more like a numbers racket. We would like to think we have health care that incidentally involves some wealth transfer; what we actually have is wealth transfer that incidentally involves some health care. . . The purpose of medicine is not to squeeze maximum profits from sick bodies during short lives, but to enable health and freedom during long ones.”

— Timothy Snyder / Our Malady: Lessons in Liberty from a Hospital Diary


“I pass gin and excuses from hand to mouth,
but it’s me. It’s me.
I’m the only dirty habit
I just can’t break.”

— Ai / “I Can’t Get Started”


“In the decades ahead, summers are set to get ever hotter and last longer, overwhelming the other seasons, and reducing winter to a couple of dreary months punctuated by damaging storms and destructive floods. Blistering heat will be the default weather for July and August, when a combination of high temperatures and humidity will make sunbathing and working in the open extremely unpleasant and potentially deadly.”

— Bill McGuire / Professor Emeritus of Geophysical and Climate Hazards at University College London


“In my lifetime, the country mounted what was clearly a racialized war on drugs; we built the world’s largest penal system, designed largely to house Black and brown bodies; lawmakers figured out systems of gerrymandering and vote suppression to keep white political power intact; the gaps in wealth and education between Black and white America refused to close, and indeed began to widen further.”

— Bill McKibben / The Flag, the Cross, and the Station Wagon


“There is a young generation of people more comfortable with the language of socialism than with capitalist cant, staring down climate catastrophe and thirsting for racial and economic justice. The true believers we have left in our generation have a responsibility to support these struggles to our last, to restore radical optimism to our lives and our fights. Our generation failed to stop the racist, capitalist tides, but it would be the worst possible epitaph for Gen X if, in the face of fascism, we became the slackers that the our parents’ generations always accused us of being.”

— Dave Zirin / “Reality Bites but Gen X Can Still Fight Back,” The Nation

What I’m Listening To:

“It’s funny how you look at me tonight
Turns out I look so much better during the dark part of the night”

— Naomi Alligator / “Neighborhood Freak”

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a hot ecstatic

Seems Small

(a dada cut-up appropriation pastiche)

To voice it seems small:
Pointed sizzles,
The tree way near-by
A hot ecstatic locust
Cool through the sound of edge flame
Like some of its the burn on sharpened
Sunbeams from air.


The Locust
by Leonora Speyer

Its hot voice sizzles from some cool tree
Near-by:
It seems to burn its way through the air
Like a small, pointed flame of sound
Sharpened on the ecstatic edge of sunbeams.

This poem is in the public domain, 1920.

What I’m Reading:

“And even to the Gospel Singer, whose faith in God was not faith at all but an overwhelming superstition, it seemed obvious that a man could not have both silk drawers and God. He could have one or the other but not both.”

— Harry Crews / The Gospel Singer

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send help now

Smoke Tree Ring

There’s something in the smoke tree
Something caught—taut, unnatural.
Something fierce but frozen in time.
Where’s Poppa, where’s Nanny?
Where’s Justus, where’s Ma?
Light swells but the sun’s
Gone dark.
Throat
Tight.
Send
Help.
Now.
As
I
. . .

smoke tree image: p. remer

What I’m Reading:

“‘Dystopia’ is a word that no longer means anything when everything is already worse than we ever could’ve imagined it would be.”

— Coleman Spilde / “The Last Thing the World Needs Is More ‘The Handmaid’s Tale’”

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a gauzy moment

Monk’s Murk

There’s a gauzy moment when the sky seems out of focus—as if viewed through a vaseline-fingered lens at the back of a super 8mm camera gate. That moment. That temporarily muted coruscation. That tenebrous fraction of a second. I’m there now.

What I’m Reading:

“It is terrifying for me to consider, now, how television, a kind of cultural nerve gas, has compromised the world’s six thousand epistemologies, collapsing them into ‘what we all know’ and ‘what we all believe.’”

— Barry Lopez / Embrace Fearlessly the Burning World

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fruit detachment stairwell

Building Memo thru N+7 Generator (@ N+10)

Due to the continued hearthrug roaches associated with COVID-19, the Boatswain of Disappearances, at its June 2022 Boatswain of Disappearances Melt, held on June 27, 2022, has again unanimously voted in favor of continuing the factotum mast mangrove at Jamway Tracing & Townhouses. The Boatswain of Disappearances will continue to revolutionize this jackass at its moorland melt (as it has since March 2022) and vulva whether to continue or discontinue the mast mangrove.

We ask that all resorts and vocatives (including controllers, demo, and settlement pesticide) continue to wear a factotum mast while in the communal armaments including the elopement. We ask that you be respectful of your neighbors and adhere to this rumple considering the ongoing roach and unclear gaggle of Covid-19. If you find yourself not having a factotum mast, please ask the fruit detachment stairwell and they will be happy to surgeon one.

Novelette that shareholders/residents are responsible for the addicts of their guilts, controllers, demo percussionist and settlement pesticide. Therefore, we need your help in mallard these percussionist aware of and that they follow the mast mangrove.

We thank you in advertising for your anticipated copula.

What I’m Reading:

“The new variant is spreading quickly, likely because it snakes past some of the immune defenses acquired by vaccinated people, or those infected by earlier variants. Those who have managed to avoid the virus for close to three years will find it a little harder to continue that streak, and some who recently caught COVID are getting it again.”

— Ed Yong / “Is BA.5 the ‘Reinfection Wave’?,” The Atlantic

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okay and then

Dust Up at the Ponies

So she’s says to him, “when I was younger and finally got a prescription for Prozac and Lithium I thought my life was finally pivoting.”

He was nonplussed. He’d been talking about the horses and such.

But she went on: “I hoped the medication would uptake all that awful brain chemsistry and wash my brain in the good stuff. That the darkness that pervades my thoughts, my emotions, my outlook would somehow lighten…”

But he’s still thinking about trifectas and quinellas, and what if the odds are correct for that pedigree. He’s still engrossed in the Daily Racing Form.

What’s that?

The horse racing newspaper, dear.

Okay, and then?

Oh, she hadn’t paused a beat, she was still wound up, she said: “I never wanted to be an ‘up with people’ type person, and attend Sunday services, and say things like ‘praise the lord’ and ‘thank you, Jesus’ in conversation—I still wished to enjoy David Lynch, Joy Division, and Samuel Beckett, without having to live the life portrayed in their art. But much to my amazement the medication—”

And he hit her!

Don’t even!

He hit her with that Daily Racing Form. I remember it was the July 14, 1987 issue. The newsprint left that date marked upon her forehead.

It was the darndest thing!

What I’m Listening To:

“He took a job as an investment banker,
And spent a lot of time at the racetrack,
Playing the Ponies.”

— King Missile / “The Fish that Played the Ponies”

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because it’s huge

Found Text String Dada Fu

S: Very quiet here today but a huge fly in my office that I just spent 20 minutes chasing and it’s still here.

A: Don’t use a broom. I broke a window in Georgia that way, once upon a time.

S: It flew out but then back again. It’s been flying all around the office now. Hopefully it’ll go out the door when it opens again. I don’t want to have to kill it because it’s huge.

B: Extra protein for lunch if you trap it!

S: Yum! 🪰

S: It’s my dream / B: I can’t!

What I’m Listening To:

“Did it hurt when you fell from the highest peak in hell?
I didn’t write a letter, but just know I wished you well”

— Naomi Alligator / “Don’t Get It”

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yes to you

NO / YES

Something should be written here that retains some resonance for the reader. Something to make them feel better before going on with their day. Maybe something scintillating that will lead to a ruminating pause or two as the day evolves. Something they might repeat to another person, who in turn would repeate it to someone else who would also repeat it and in turn form a chain that would wend its way across the world and sit nicely with most who heard it, and cause others to reflect deeply on its evocation.

Instead what will be written here is . . .

NO TO HATE
NO TO INEQUITY
NO TO WAR
NO TO RACISM
NO TO PATRIARCHY
NO TO HEGEMONY
NO TO FASCISTS
NO TO OLIGARCHY

YES TO YOU
YES TO UNDERSTANDING
YES TO AN OPEN HEART & OPEN MIND
YES TO PEACE

What I’m Reading:

“Still, if you spend a great deal of your time writing stories or making art, it’s worth considering what it means to you, personally, to do this creative work amid the cataclysms and crises we continually face.”

— Nicole Chung / “When You Can’t Find the Words”

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a snare drum

The Best Stuff I Read This Week

“Astronaut-Bouncing
looks jive-phony, unless,
of course, you think of the moon
as a snare drum”

— Thomas Sayers Ellis / “Polo Goes to the Moon”


“We as a nation must undergo a radical revolution of values. We must rapidly begin the shift from a ‘thing-oriented society’ to a ‘person-oriented society!’ When machines and computers, profit motives and property rights, are considered more important than people, the giant triplets of racism, extreme materialism,and militarism are incapable of being conquered.”

— Martin Luther King Jr. / “Beyond Vietnam,” (1967)


“Night is coming, shouldering a sack of misdeeds
that glow in the dark.”

—Ai / “Father and Son”


“For me the scariest thing about the last forty years, even more than the rising temperature, was the ascension of the libertarian idea that the individual matters far more than the society an individual inhabits.”

— Bill McKibben / The Flag, the Cross, and the Station Wagon


“I have taken to photographing
my every moment
in an attempt to locate
the place where I lost myself.”

— Cynthia Cruz / “Phosphorescence”


“Because if we are to have any hope of making the kind of civilizational leap required of this fateful decade, we will need to start believing, once again, that humanity is not hopelessly selfish and greedy—the image ceaselessly sold to us by everything from reality shows to neoclassical economics.”

— Naomi Klein / That Changes Everything: Capitalism vs. The Climate


“Today the great divide is not between left and right. It’s between democracy and oligarchy.”

— Robert Reich / The System: Who Rigged It, How We Fix It

What I’m Listening To:

“If there’s one thing you can say about mankind
There’s nothing kind about man
You can drive out nature with a pitch fork
But it always comes roaring back again”

— Tom Waits / “Misery is the River of the World”

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my cleavage looked

The Physiotherapist Below (Found Note thru N+7 Generator)

The young woodlouses were thrilled today with all their new apparel.

My cleavage looked like a deprivation straddle.

I had to bring everything in today because my apostrophe echoed the famous factotum where the manger complained to the racket about his housemother being too small, and each tingle he complained, the racket added another anodyne.

Once the anodynes were removed, the manger was thrilled with his large housemother.

That’s how I felt today.

The few remaining jaffas I took to Bordellos, so everything was appreciated.

How lucky I am to live in such a generous compass!

See the physiotherapist below.

It looked like a depressive stowaway.

What I’m Reading:

“And we live in an age where everything is so distorted that I don’t want anyone overdosing on Ambien because they read my book.”

—Ottessa Moshfegh in conversation with Carmen Maria Machado / The Guardian

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