Saturday, September 27, 2008
Spread the word.
"If we aren't willing to pay a price for our values, if we aren't willing to make some sacrifices in order to realize them, then we should ask ourselves whether we truly believe in them at all. By these standards at least, it sometimes appears that Americans today value nothing so much as being rich, thin, young, famous, safe, and entertained. We say we value the legacy we leave the next generation and then saddle that generation with mountains of debt. We say we believe in equal opportunity but then stand idle while millions of American children languish in poverty. We insist that we value family, but then structure our economy and organize our lives so as to ensure that our families get less and less of our time. And yet a part of us knows better . . ."
--Barack Obama, The Audacity of Hope
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
The Evening Bulletin, Monday, May 7, 1923:
WOMEN DETECTIVES WANTED BY MAYOR
Tells Ministers’ Meeting They're Needed to Probe Vice Conditions
the mayor’s text was “Women in Politics”
and he called upon women of the city, as well as
the men, to throw aside their lethargy in matters
political, to register, and to vote, to keep out of
power the old “combine.” according to Mayor
cases, and in tracing other forms of vice. other
cities have women working in this capacity and
there is no reason why we should not.” with women
in politics, “not gang women,” he declared,
there will be less overlording of men or groups
of men whose only goal is wealth.
another guy brags his mother was a mother
before she had babies, tidy streets broke from
her hands, one man attached to a motor car,
another to a motion picture house. what’s showing?
at is-a-bella’s, COUNTER GIRL WANTED.
she rides a bike, gets honked at, gets told
to get off the road. the neighborhood watches.
if tragedy strikes who will pay your mortgage.
oh watches never worked on me, mom says,
i don’t buy them. me neither, i say. but what’s
difficult about watching reruns is the policeman
between my sister’s legs looking out. he’s got
my eyes and winks, nodding to the neighborhood
north—watch out over there, he says, they’re
animals, you know, you gotta treat em like animals . . .
Thursday, September 18, 2008
of the 2nd Annual Boog City Poetry and Music Festival.
Looking forward to hearing things I haven't heard before
and meeting new people and catching up with friends
and just being in New York.
I'll be reading on Saturday at 2:30pm at Cakeshop,
152 Ludlow St, Manhattan, NYC
For the full schedule of events, look here.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
I found a transcription of a commencement speech Wallace gave at Kenyon University in 2005 – I highly, highly recommend it. Here’s a snippet of it:
"As I'm sure you guys know by now, it is extremely difficult to stay alert and attentive, instead of getting hypnotized by the constant monologue inside your own head (may be happening right now). Twenty years after my own graduation, I have come gradually to understand that the liberal arts cliché about teaching you how to think is actually shorthand for a much deeper, more serious idea: learning how to think really means learning how to exercise some control over how and what you think. It means being conscious and aware enough to choose what you pay attention to and to choose how you construct meaning from experience. Because if you cannot exercise this kind of choice in adult life, you will be totally hosed. Think of the old cliché about quote the mind being an excellent servant but a terrible master.
"This, like many clichés, so lame and unexciting on the surface, actually expresses a great and terrible truth. It is not the least bit coincidental that adults who commit suicide with firearms almost always shoot themselves in: the head. They shoot the terrible master. And the truth is that most of these suicides are actually dead long before they pull the trigger.
"And I submit that this is what the real, no bullshit value of your liberal arts education is supposed to be about: how to keep from going through your comfortable, prosperous, respectable adult life dead, unconscious, a slave to your head and to your natural default setting of being uniquely, completely, imperially alone day in and day out."
Read the whole thing here.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Tomorrow at 8 at Chapterhouse Cafe, 9th & Bainbridge:
Lewis Warsh, Michael S. Hennessey, and Brian Carpenter
will read from their work.
Get there at 7:45 if you want a seat.