The Sunday Paper – Poetry, Please


Yes, young people should read more poetry. And write it and talk about it. And I love how this article emphasizes poetry as a political act, quoting from openly (and less openly) political poems. Occupy Wall Street famously had a library. The movement forward must have a library and there must be plenty of poetry in that library.

Grief for the dead as poetry.

The New York Review of Books turned fifty last week.

Peter, I Believe You


Peter Schorsch, when you say, No, I did not play the Florida GOP to write that memo ‘warning’ the nat’l media about my blog, I believe you.

But you’re wrong when you say attacking you will have no effect, that this sort of thing is not done, etc.

The FLGOP will actually have some trouble attacking Crist, because the media will always be inclined latch onto the angle of ‘Crist just goes wherever the popular wind is blowing.’ Why? Because that’s always been the knock on Crist. And the media tends to play into accepted tropes.

Rick Scott’s problem is that, well, Crist has 100% percent name recognition and is generally liked by Floridians. And they like him, despite already fully believing that he just follows prevailing trends, regardless of how many zig zags occur.

That’s the problem: they know this and they like him anyway.

So they are trying to subtly push the media into buying into the idea that Crist’s supposed lack of an internal rudder leads him into dealings with people who have… well, unsavory legal/criminal problems.

The fact that Crist used Peter for something will be used to show a pattern – first Jim Greer and now Peter Schorsch.

They believe that people will stop being okay with Crist’s zig zagging if they also believe that is judgement is flawed. You don’t mind him flip flopping if that takes him to the right place for Florida. But what if he doesn’t?

If this stratagem works, the conversation will shift to Crist’s judgement. Did he show good judgement by hiring Schorsch after those… kerfuflles he had over Jamie Bennett and Earnest Williams’ campaigns and the Tarpon Dems and the legal issues and criminal accusations… well, you get the picture. Other names will be inserted, culminating in tying Greer around his neck.

Peter’s just a small link in a chain they’ll be building over the next year.

Though, I’m not convinced it’ll work. Florida just likes the guy. Always have. And they can’t stand Rick Scott.

Weekend Reading – Birth Of The Book


Mallarme and the book. (P.S. – I love Mallarme. I got very offended when, listening to a performance of Debussy’s score for Mallarme’s L’apre midi d’un faun, one of the musicians, a guitarist, the piece having been arranged for guitar and flute, said no one cared about the poem anymore. Then, we saw an exhibit of materials from the Ballet Russe at the National Gallery of Art. Of course, one of their famous pieces, staying none other than Ninjinsky, was that same Debussy piece. So Mallarme is awesome. Read his poetry.)

Proust’s simple plots.

Scholar, theorist, deconstructionist, conman. But that last one doesn’t actually have much to do with the validity of the first three. Even if it does make him icky.

Sixty years, man. Sixty years. Rock on, Dissent!

Midweek Staff Meeting – The Newest Left


Marxism or bust!

How awesome is this? Paul Krugman writing about poetry! Not to digress, but an acquaintance of mine met him at a science fiction convention a few years and he admitted his great love of Isaac Asimov. Asimov spoke at my elementary school when I was kid. I mean, he didn’t speak to me class. The school was just the venue. My mother went. She said he came across as sweet, but a little too idealistic and a teensy bit wedded to traditional gender roles. But I digress. Let me digress some more. I was too young to go, but still disappointed, because, at the time, I was just beginning to raid my mother’s vast collection of Asmiov pulps. Everything from his terrible, early Lucky Starr novels to The End of Eternity (which is my personal favorite, if it’s the one I’m thinking of, which is the one where a mushroom cloud in a 1930s classified ad is the key to pinpointing where the lady has gone in time). But actually, Krugman only briefly touches on poetry and admits he doesn’t read it. May I humbly suggest something like The Displaced of Capital as being appropriate for an economist? It also relates to the link about, about the rise of young Marxist thinkers. Which I think is awesome. I am not now nor have I ever really been a Marxist (though I played at being one in high school and a bit in college, but I’m probably more like a Vermont Democrat and ,really, I always have been), but it’s good to see his ideas being debated again. Not only was he genius, but we need a counterbalance to the way blowhards like Mies and Hayek have pulled the conversation so bloody far to the extreme right. I’m not going to talk about Rand. She’s not a philosopher. And she’s only a novelist in the broadest sense that her books have words in them and things said are ascribed to people with names that we are supposed to believe are ‘characters’ but are only characters in the sense that the Grimlock, the leader of Dinobots, from the Transformers cartoons I watched in the early and mid eighties, was a three dimensional character. Hint: he wasn’t, because it was a show for nine year old boys. In Rand’s defense, novels like Atlas Shrugged are aimed squarely at slightly sensitive sixteen year old boys, who feel that maybe they are slightly smarter than their peers and know they are definitely less physical capable and are kind of hoping that their hoped for slightly more braininess will one day lead them a chosen land and here’s this Rand person telling them, that, heck yeah! You’ll go to a cool valley in Colorado and be super awesome and women will totally want to make sexy time with you! That’s totally awesome, right? Except then you turn seventeen and if you have any self awareness at all, you start to question this paradigm. You hear that, Paul Ryan? You lack the self awareness of a seventeen year boy. Yeah. I said it. So, in conclusion: educated people should read more poetry and should not read Ayn Rand after their seventeenth birthday.

Foreign affairs time? More like sexy time!

Weekend Reading – Not The Same Thing At All


Club Monaco (which, is apparently, a women’s apparel store) is not actually a place for learning, reading, culture, and enlightenment. Go to a museum, folks and then go to a bookstore with your children to talk about their favorite exhibit. And buy them a book, too.

Add this to the list of things that Rick Scott doesn’t understand (list also includes ‘Why Medicare fraud is a bad thing’ and ‘Why eliminating people of color and seniors from the voter rolls makes people think you’re an a–hole’).

In other (former) Florida Republican Governor news, Jeb Bush’s education ‘foundation’ accused of selling corporate donors access to taxpayer funded, education dollars.

Gertrude Stein and modernist bookmaking/typography.

The Arts Shutdown


sad daily tweet from the Hirshhorn Museum
sad daily tweet from the Hirshhorn Museum

This shutdown sucks.

Especially if you live in the DMV (that’s the District of Columbia/Maryland/Virginia).

A pre-teen friend of the family was staying with us for a couple of days. We were going to go hiking in a national park one of the days and even though the park was technically closed… well, there are work arounds. But it was raining too much, so I can’t blame the shutdown on that.

But what do you do with a child that age when you’re looking for things to do? If you live in DC, you take them to a museum. They’re fun, free, and awesome.

Ugh.

Here’s a piece from Hyperallergic called Taking Stock of the Shutdown’s Continued Impact on the Arts that you should check out.

 

Weekend Reading – The Library


I know that Alice Munro won the Nobel Prize, but I’ve never read, don’t know much about her, and don’t really have much to say. I was prepared for Haruki Murukami because, well, I’ve read several of his novels. Anyway…

A fraction of a Jewish sect’s library now a game of Russian-American political ping pong.

Screw the global novel – long live the region-specific political novel!

Books are not and should not be free.

Clay Shaw Has Died


Who is Clay Shaw?

Clay Shaw was the incumbent Congressman who defeated my candidate in my first, professional political campaign. This was in 2000, when all hell broke loose. When I got stuck working on the recounts for little or no pay at worst and never being sure where my pay was going to come from at best.

Shaw wasn’t a bad guy. Just wrong. And by today’s standards, a downright liberal Republican. If he hadn’t lost in the Democratic wave of 2006 to Ron Klein, he probably would have been defeated in a primary by a Tea Party candidate.

Perhaps I owe him some thanks for the learning experience? Or at least a brief mention in my prayers? I hated him for making that first election so hard, so painful, so sorrowful. But that was foolish. I was rightfully happy when someone better took his place and I was sad when that person was replaced by a bitter, joke of a Congressman (Allen West) and a little relieved when someone else replaced that bitter joke (Patrick Murphy). But I’m sorry he’s gone for good for now.

Friday Reading – Arm Yourself With Pens & Books


Fight them with words.

Let the betting begin on the upcoming recipient for the Nobel Prize for Literature!

Classical music’s Vatican II.

#Occupy as a spiritual/religious practice.

Weekend Reading – Smackdowns


Poetry slams do nothing for poetry.

A well rounded education is useless! You must submit to the almighty market!

Someone’s got a problem with Kevin Young.

Death is helping to keep the typewriter alive.

The Chomsky-Zizek death match.