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011926 or Remember this

January 19, 2026January 19, 2026 digLeave a comment

MLK day!

Kevin Rodgers. YYZ Artist’s Outlet. Modern Fuel.

Andor!!! Finaly saw the last two episodes.

There will be times when the struggle seems impossible. I know this already. Alone, unsure, dwarfed by the scale of the enemy. Remember this. Freedom is a pure idea. It occurs spontaneously and without instruction. Random acts of insurrection are occurring constantly throughout the galaxy. There are whole armies, battalions that have no idea that they’ve already enlisted in the cause. Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward. And then remember this. The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that. And know this, the day will come when all these skirmishes and battles, these moments of defiance will have flooded the banks of the Empire’s authority and then there will be one too many. One single thing will break the siege. Remember this. Try.
(Cassian listens to Karis Nemik’s recording…) S1E12

011826

January 18, 2026January 19, 2026 digLeave a comment

An overabundance of memory paralyses action, … , and encourages melancholy; deja vu is thus a ‘public pathology’ resulting from an excess of memory, a surfeit of history.

The basic structural unit of reproductive technology … is the rectangle

– Claire Bishop

a limit to matter—go past it

January 17, 2026January 17, 2026 digLeave a comment

“There’s a limit to mind,” you say,
“a limit to matter—go past it,
then you’ll see.”

Ghost (or: Anatta 1), Kareem James Abu-Zeid

AG2016_1030404a or leave me not alone

January 16, 2026January 16, 2026 digLeave a comment

O poetry, visit this house often,
imbue my life with success,
leave me not alone,
give me a wife and home.

Take this curse off
of early death and drugs,
make me a friend among peers,
lend me love, and timeliness.

Return me to the men who teach
and above all, cure the
hurts of wanting the impossible
through this suspended vacuum.

Supplication, John Wieners

fed anew by its fires to return

January 15, 2026January 15, 2026 digLeave a comment

Sustained by poetry, fed anew
by its fires to return from madness,
the void does not beckon as it used to.

Littered with syllables, the road does not loom
as a chasm. The hand of strangers on other
doors does not hurt, the breath of gods

does not desert, but looms large
as a dream, a prairie within our dream,
to which we return, when we need to.

Oh blessed plain, oh pointed chasm.

II Alone, John Wieners

AG2026_1211213a or avoiding damage

January 14, 2026January 14, 2026 digLeave a comment

Contrary, besieged, my self
makes me its accomplice.
I owe him, my mandatory proxy,
a borrowed happenstance,
a philosophy in place of me.
Welcome, difficult neighbor,
the patient, dying, announces,
for he is my neighbor, who
assigns the me in me eaten away.
Such is the new future no present
remembers: the fall of the regular
fall of the beat—the disaster
again. Speaking, we cause it
to appear, the gentlest want,
the same word crushed, feverish.
The disaster is beyond the pale.
Improper disaster, what have you
done? God no longer the neighbor
in this night spared. It is dark, disaster.
What a long way there is to go.