— Theodor Adorno
— David Harvey, The Condition of Postmodernity, p. 56-57
— Tim Wise (via newleft)
I, like an usurp’d town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betroth’d unto your enemy;
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
Well, somehow I missed my traditional winter quoting of Ezra Pound with the first nasty storm of the season, but as we’re heading into round 12839 of SnOMG 2010, the lack has become painfully glaring. Sing:
Winter is icumen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
An ague hath my ham.
Damm you; Sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, ‘tis why I am, Goddamm,
So ‘gainst the winter’s balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing goddamm,
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.
— Peter Brook, The Empty Space
SOTU: Joe the Eagle.
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- Justice Stevens
