I work on the adjunct ship. It’s too light and not watertight.
And the fox made off with the bones-o, the bones-o, the bones-o.
Month: April 2003
Adjunctship, indeed.
Teaching last night, a class of about 18 students. All against the war except for a lone Israeli who looks a little like Barbara Walters. I felt sorry for her when she said, “Just because a majority believes something doesn’t mean they’re right.” No, I thought, but that’s democracy, my dear.
Fatigue makes me harsh and tough.
Because the sincere stuff is mawkish?
I don’t think I’m one for mawkishness.
Why is the Avengers song
IT’S THE AMERICAN IN ME
THAT MAKES ME WATCH THE BLOOD
POURING OUT FROM A GORED HOLE
IN HIS HEAD
ASK NOT WHAT YOU CAN DO FOR YOUR COUNTRY
BUT WHAT YOUR COUNTRY’S BEEN DOING TO YOU…
ASK NOT WHAT YOU CAN DO FOR YOUR COUNTRY
BUT WHAT YOUR COUNTRY’S BEEN DOING TO YOU!
so much more aesthetically effective, for me,
than all the sincere leftist music they play on WBAI in between the talking parts?
Incredible fatigue.
Wishing people would stop quoting Oppen.
Breathless Anticipation of Salve
I feel that my pose of objectivity is ridiculous. (210)
“I am myself a red head”(77)
Daily complexer forms and arcaner words. The more to mystify and bewilder?(79)
There is no way to not connect. (48)
These colleagues are trying for personal growth and must be oppressed by women laughing.(38)
…some people just don’t like squid and don’t care to decide which is good squid. (68)
Polymorphs — what is this feel like — mangled, managed (51)
On the streets there is only desire and frustration, anger and confrontation, emotions voided of self. (210)
[lines from James Sherry’s Our Nuclear Heritage]
Ron Silliman brilliant this morning — correctly alarmist.
Otohime 