three raw organic Jumbo eggs  date seed tea  Medjool dates(an Algerian taxi driver told him so)  black coffee  Irish whiskey 

        his morning diet an elixirs

not a diet Bob Richards Mr. Wheaties would have endorsed  but then he wouldnt have endorsed Richards 1984 presidential run at the head of the far Right Populist Party that four years later backed white nationalist David Duke   oh  hed be chagrined if he didnt mention Duke was the KKKKs(yes he didnt stutter  Knights of the Ku(less) Klux Klan) Grand Wizard  he supposed Duke did magick tricks at late night cockantail parties in the South  LSUhe hated acronyms  Louisiana State University  must be awful proud of the Duke  Hail White Pride?  Heil White Pride?  Awgotohell   Did you know heil meant Salvation? he hadnt  but then he was never ashamed of his ignorance because he learned to correct it  he never held his Ignorance as a blunt staff or a lofty banner of pridehow is it possible to be proud of being Ignorant  but  it helps if your White  when youre White in America you dont have to apologeez for your entitlementyou just ride it as you would ride a horse to death or beat a dog to death  horse  dog  they aint human  an Gawd knows White Man is superior to all beastsparticularly othercoloured lesser human beasts

he wouldnt have the keen ability to retell that posit if his father didnt blindly buy wholesale into his fathers ignorance 

his grandfather bragged of participating in the 1919 Chicago race riot  he didnt say how he participated  but he was a returned World War 1 vet who fought in the trenches of France

he might gleam that a man who worked in a slaughterhouse isnt upset by the sight of blood or killing an animal   

now if he was stupid he would be proud of his paternal family heritage

unfortunately or fortunately his grandfather died when he was a boy 

he couldnt take his father to task for the sins of his father

but nevertheless he was relentless in attacking his fathers racism  an ignorance

2008  a telephone call

                   You must be mighty happy you got your nigger president

Im mighty happy a capable an thoughtful man is president

2016  a telephone call

                   You must be nighty happy you got your whitey president

You can say that again

                   You must be mighty happy you got your whitey president

sometimes he wondered what the Algerian taxi driver would say to his father

1107,  Monday,  11  12. 17

1135 days remaining or less  theyre Russian by

OH foul Clutch Cargo:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhZQ37FRf9c

thatll learn me to pursue Yeats in any context aside from reading his words

1323,  Monday,  11  12. 17

http://www.nybooks.com/articles/2015/11/19/late-francis-bacon-spirit-and-substance/

Cuchulain Comforted

A MAN that had six mortal wounds, a man

Violent and famous, strode among the dead;

Eyes stared out of the branches and were gone.

Then certain Shrouds that muttered head to head

Came and were gone. He leant upon a tree

As though to meditate on wounds and blood.

A Shroud that seemed to have authority

Among those bird-like things came, and let fall

A bundle of linen. Shrouds by two and three

Came creeping up because the man was still.

And thereupon that linen-carrier said:

“Your life can grow much sweeter if you will

Obey our ancient rule and make a shroud;

Mainly because of what we only know

The rattle of those arms makes us afraid. 

                                                                                      

“We thread the needles’ eyes, and all we do

All must together do." That done, the man

Took up the nearest and began to sew. 

                                                                                             

“Now must we sing and sing the best we can,

But first you must be told our character:

Convicted cowards all, by kindred slain

Or driven from home and left to die in fear.”                                                                                     

They sang, but had nor human tunes nor words,

Though all was done in common as before;

They had changed their throats and had the throats of birds.

I saw the book in the County Librarys used book sale

I was late to the salehad honestly forgotten until early afternoon  the sale began at 9

I couldnt believe a first edition hardbound DeLillo book was still on the rolling rack

Point Omega

  

             in it DeLillo wrote:

 

What are we?

I don’t know.

We’re a crowd, a swarm. We think in groups, travel in armies. Armies carry the gene for self-destruction. One bomb is never enough. The blur of technology, this is where the oracles plot their wars. Because now comes the introversion. Father Teilhard knew this, the omega point. A leap out of our biology. Ask yourself this question. Do we have to be human forever. Consciousness is exhausted. Back now to inorganic matter. That is what we want. We want to be stones in a field. (pgs 52 53)

some days later while stopping by to pick up a held-copy of Kazuo Ishiguros The Buried Giant(Ishiguro had won the Nobel Peace Prize for Literature  I hadnt read anything by him an figured it was about time) among the librarys NEW releases I found a copy of Yuval Noah Hararis Homo Deus: A Brief History of Tomorrow(if that title alone didnt make you pause an pick it updrop an eye in it you were dead) he had written Sapiens first  I knew of it though hadnt read it  Sapiens is about the first 70,000 years our evolution from homo erectus(if you didnt buy into evolution youre ignorant)

Harari wrote:

The upgrading of humans into gods may follow any of three paths: biological engineering, cyborg engineering and the engineering of non-organic beings. (pg 43)

stones in a field 

the engineering of non-organic beings

quite a futurehuh

               although Ill stake a vampiresome claim to relevancy I think humanunkinds best outlook might be Zappas The Mothers of Inventions Help I’m a Rock: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ukbu9dmmzJg (Freak Out)

something at least to tap a toe to

Id like to keep my physical assets
toes fingers head cock

but thats me

if homo sapiens posthumanism is homo deus or fieldstones I can stand happily at the edge of the worldtoes in cold space an wave buhbye  Buhbye  blow enthusiastic kisses

  

1341,  Saturday,  9  12. 17

1247,  Sunday,  10  12. 17

Daniel Johnston  Going Down  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nwl-9ckIkSg