Lazy Blogging

I admit I’ve been a lazy blogger. As of late the only things posted here are my delicious links, often without any commentary at all. Well, the noise ratio may be increasing shortly. See, I just recently heard about NaPoWriMo. Yep, that’s National Poetry Writing Month. I’m going to give it a shot. I’ve hardly written any poetry in years, but it feels like a fun thing to try. Now, I’m also notorious for not finishing what I start, so you may just end up with 3 days worth of poems, then nothing. And I may not post everything I write. If I’m convinced it’s shit, then I’ll spare you and your scroll-wheel finger.

So, fair warning, even greater pretentiousness is coming, starting tomorrow. Until then, I’ll leave you with this, from Li Po:


There was wine in a cup of gold
and a girl of fifteen from Wu,
her eyebrows painted dark
and with slippers of red brocade.

If her conversation was poor,
how beautifully she could sing!
Together we dined and drank
until she settled in my arms.

Behind her curtains
embroidered with lotuses,
how could I refuse
the temptation of her advances?

Arrested cop

Well, I’m torn over this latest news. I’m glad the hypocrisy of the state in ignoring it’s own murderers while punishing others for crime has, for the moment, lessened. The pig who executed a Oscar Grant “then refused to explain his actions to investigators has been arrested in Nevada on suspicion of murder.” But will punishing one person for his reprehensible act do anything at all to get rid of the system that perpetuates acts like this? Will it make the rest of us less vulnerable to state sponsored violence? Doubtful.

Killing a cop right back doesn’t get rid of cops. Playground justice like that is no justice at all. I’m more interested in killing the cops as an institution than I am in exacting revenge on one of them for doing what they’re set up to do.

Wanderlust? Where I want to go isn't a place.

Road Signs Always Look Better Looking Over Your Shoulder

s/he says s/he’s tired of working overtime and troubles weighing on his/her mind in class. s/he said s/he’d like to pack his/her bags and run away, and never look back. s/he says this life of mine’s like doing time for crimes that i didn’t commit. s/he says if life is just a game, i’m on the losing team – and i just want to quit.

s/he says we can take this weekend, drive out past city limits, keep on driving just as far as we can go. and maybe when we get back, things will seem a little better, things will work out in a way we couldn’t know…

s/he says we can take this weekend, drive out past city limits, keep on driving just as far as we can go. and we can take this weekend, and make it last forever, deal the shackles of our lives a breaking blow. because to run away is victory, a tank of gas is freedom, and a starry night and open road is hope. we can take my fast car, or maybe just close our eyes, and when we open them the world we want … can be the world we know.

~Defiance, Ohio

International Transgender Day of Remembrance

Today is International Transgender Day of Remembrance. Just take a look at the list of trans folks that we know about who were murdered this year. The following post is taken entirely from wordweaverlynn, who was able to say everything I wanted to and more.

Today is the tenth annual Transgender Day of Remembrance, where we mourn those who have suffered and died for their for their gender expression. These people who were murdered are only the ones we know about.

Look at the ages: the oldest was 45. The youngest was 15.

Look at the causes of death: Shot in the head. Head battered in with a brick. Repeatedly stabbed. Stoned to death. These are not just convenience murders — a shooting to go with a robbery. These are murders of annihilation.

Being transgendered in this culture is complicated and difficult. And potentially lethal. (A transwoman is almost ten times likelier to die of murder than in a car crash. Think about that for a minute. Then go read the link.)

There is something profoundly crazy about a culture that values traditional genders so highly that people feel justified in wiping out those who don’t conform.

Remember these men and women. And do something, anything you can, to promote acceptance as equals. To stop the violence.

What goes where

I just stumbled upon which quoted this fine bit of writing:

I get tired of the same old questions about anarchy, especially the one that goes “What would you put in the place of government?” The answer, obviously, is “nothing”. I’m an anarchist, remember? What part of an-archy do you not understand? I liken the question to someone’s asking you what you are going to put on your neck after you have that tumor removed.

Just freakin’ beautiful. And I really appreciate that he wraps up with:

It’s not my job to tell people what to do once they throw off their rulers. I don’t know what a post archy community would be like. There’d be an infinite number of possibilities for folks to organize cooperatively. The state is evil, and I won’t budge an inch on its legitimacy.