February 17th, 2017

We gotta start another war!
They gotta look the other way!
We gotta bomb and burn and kill
For the economy!

War war war!
We gonna make it
Big big big!
Ow!
War war war!
We gonna make it
Big big big!

We gotta fix another score!
They gonna wonder how we won!
We gotta swap the ones and nils
To get some damage done!

Oooowwwwww!

War war war!
We gonna make it
Big big big!
War war war!
We gonna make it
In Iran!
War war war!
We gonna make it
In Afghanistan!
War war war!
We gonna make it
Big big big!
War war war!
We gonna make it!
War war war!
We gonna make it!
War war war!
War war war!
War war war!
War war war!

February 17th, 2017

Listen of the Week: Maggie Rogers

Now That the Light is Fading, by Maggie Rogers

Rogers is still very young at 22, after all, and she takes several game attempts at subtlety throughout the EP—the pan flute, the guitar line rippling through “On + Off” like wind chimes, the featherlight harmonies. She has a platform. She’s got ideas. But like all discovery stories, the real reward lies in what comes next.

http://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/22901-now-that-the-light-is-fading/

Listen of the Week: Maggie Rogers

The Waterwood Box, 13

Catch up!

Adam heard a splash behind him. His attention picked up but he was too weak to lift his head. He kept his eyes closed and listened. A few seconds later, he felt a steady stream of water squirt him right on the forehead.

Adam’s eyes jerked open and he saw a black and bright blue striped fish, its head half out of the water, with its lips puckered up and ready to spit another stream of water at him. When the fish saw Adam’s eyes open its mouth dropped and water spilled out. “It’s alive!” cried the fish before disappearing under the surface. Stunned, Adam let go of the box and slid under the surface. The water revived him but he was still very weak. He bobbed back up, groping for the box. When he finally settled back with the box underneath him he paddled in a quick circle, looking for the fish who’d spit at him. Nothing. I must have been dreaming. No sooner did he think this than the striped fish’s head sprang up out of the water, talking a mile a minute.

“Whoareyouandwhatareyoudoingwiththatboxandwhendidyougetthat boxandwhereareyoufromandwhyareyoufloatinguphereandhowdidyougethere?”

“I -,” Adam began.

“Hmmmm, hmmmm, hmmmm?”

“I…I don’t…know…there was a wave and my family…,” Adam stammered. His thoughts moved slowly, he was so thirsty and tired. The fish swam around Adam in a quick circle.

“But why are you up here?” the fish wanted to know.

“Where else was I supposed to go?”

The fish looked at the ocean surface. “Below,” he said, as though the answer were completely obvious.

“Below? I …I don’t understand.”

The fish quickly dunked his head under the water and brought it back up again.

“Below, below, beeeeelooooow. I mean you’ve got to breathe, right?”

Adam laid his head down on the box.
“Right? Right? You’ve got to breathe. What kind of water-man are you anyway?”

“I’m not a water-man.”

The fish’s eyes widened and he disappeared under the water.

The Waterwood Box, 13

February 16th, 2017

He has a law degree he has had a tremendous career he’s a member and has been a member and it’s all about unification and we’ve done some really good work and then right after that, you prepare yourselves, we’ll do some questions, unless you have enough questions that’s always a possibility I’m here today to update the American people on the incredible progress that has been made in the last four weeks we have made incredible progress I don’t think there’s ever been a president elected who in this short period of time has done what we’ve done — because the people get it — much of the media doesn’t get it they actually get it let’s put it that way and there has been a tremendous surge of optimism which means something much different than it used to.

— the distortion — and we’ll talk about it, you’ll be able to ask me questions about it.

They’ve spread like cancer another mess I inherited and we have imposed new sanctions and it’s not properly solved now I’ve ordered plan to begin building for the massive rebuilding great support from the Senate great from Congress this rebuilding hopes that we will never have to use this military and I would be so happy if we never had to use our country will never have had a military like the military we’re about to build and rebuild on earth our military, but depleted, it’s depleted ­it won’t be depleted for long and we have to have strong we have to have strong peace through strength actions.

These are campaign promises:

  • Drugs are becoming cheaper than candy bars.
  • And the wall is going to be a great wall and it’s going to be a wall negotiated by me.
  • No more release. No matter who you are, release.
  • We’re issuing a new executive action next week.
  • They are not the Republican people our that representatives are representing.
  • Big league.
  • It’s already happening.
  • But big league.

You can talk all you want about Russia, which was all a, you know, fake news, fabricated deal, it’s all fake news it’s all fake news Russia is fake news Russia — this is fake news the real news is the fact that people, well the leaks are real you’re the one that wrote about them and reported them, I mean the leaks are real you know what they said, you saw it and the leaks are absolutely real the news is fake because so much of the news is fake because there’s nobody I have more respect for — well, maybe a little bit but the reporters, good reporters.

It’s very important to me.
I know what’s good and bad not as good as you.
But I know what’s good. I know what’s bad.
—–You mentioned the vessel — the spy vessel off the coast of the –
Not good.
—–There was a ballistic missile test –
Not good.

I’m so beautifully represented.
I’m so honored.

 

 

poem found here: https://www.nytimes.com/2017/02/16/us/politics/donald-trump-press-conference-transcript.html?smprod=nytcore-iphone&smid=nytcore-iphone-share

February 16th, 2017

February 15th, 2017

Turning and turning the aspiring expire
The simulation does not understand the simulated;
Change is an art; the 1% cannot hold;
Oligarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-money ride is juiced, and everywhere
The ceremony of governance is drowned;
The best lack persistence, while the worst
Are full of bloviating insensitivity.

Surely more revelations are at hand;
Surely the Second Coming has been bungled.
The Second Coming! Hardly is the myth worn out
If a talking head out of Spiritus Mortem
Troubles our sight: a waste of fecund land;
A shape inside a poorly-tailored suit, head of an old man,
A gaze numb and slow-blinking as a toad,
Encouraging a diet of lies, while all about It
Echo caws of sly, greedy, carrion birds.

Another headline drops and now we know
That two and half centuries of imperfection
Were vexed to sheer folly by self-interest,
And what rough hands, invisible to the last,
Midwife over Washington’s laborious rebirth?

after Yeats

February 15th, 2017

The Waterwood Box, 12

Catch up!

Adam woke up thirsty. He was hungry too, but right now he was thirsty and wanted juice or milk or a glass of ice water. He tried drinking the ocean but its saltiness made him gag. Water all around me and I’m going to die of thirst. He coughed, growing angry thinking that he’d lived through a giant tidal wave only to be left alone, floating on a box. “Stupid box,” he said, wishing he could let it go. Unfortunately, without the box, he would have drowned long ago.

What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? Adam’s mind returned to that question over and over again. He didn’t have many options: sink or float, stay put or paddle. The only way he could be sure of a change of scenery would be to let go of the box. His family and friends all gone, his home, his school, his town, his world…it was all too much. Adam screamed, “HEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLP!” The wind responded quietly but offered no assistance. For no reason other than sheer frustration, Adam dunked his head into the ocean and screamed again, “HEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLP!” What Adam failed to consider was that sound travels farther and faster through water than through air. He pulled his head out of the water and laughed at himself.

Adam floated on, drifting in and out of sleep. His throat itched from thirst, his face ached from sunburn, and his arms and legs throbbed from the cold. A lazy breeze moved him back and forth on the water. Hurt and scared, Adam resigned himself to letting go and sleeping forever.

The Waterwood Box, 12