everybody in this room is wearing a uniform

Frank Zappa, style icon? (found here) Trendsetters are rushing to buy the “261 top” – with the latest star to wear it being American Idol judge Randy Jackson. He wore it next to Simon Cowell and Paula Abdul on the hit show at the weekend. The unlikely fashion trend goes back to 1980 and an …

Bush administration confesses torture

“We tortured Qahtani. His treatment met the legal definition of torture. And that’s why I did not refer the case [for prosecution].” Speaking of torture, if you want to get a sense of the state of human rights in the US, you only need to check out our prison rape statistics. Also, can someone tell …

what did you expect?

Obama Unlikely To Quickly Close Gitmo Obama Signals His Reluctance to Look Into Bush Policies (but John Conyers has a better idea) EDIT: DEVELOPING… (as Drudge would say) I don’t really feel like writing about the above, because a) I already did, and b) this is like the septillionth post in a row that I’ve …

das übelste der Übel

Probably the only inaugural poem you’ll need to read this year: history is torn and blistery the future’s sutures are a mystery wooed by healing thoughts, we swooned and thus forgot to clean the wound (also, I decided to try putting poems in block quotes)

another one bites the dust

So last week Claiborne Pell died. This Providence Journal article from 1995 is a good summary of the career of the former US Senator from Rhode Island (surprising, given what a shit publication it is). A relevant quote: “It’s very fundamental in politics to be what you are,” says Sen. John H. Chafee. “‘To thine …

apes that eat figs

Did you know that our President-elect is not only a master craftsman of abdominal muscles, hand-rolled cigarettes, and bullshit, but of poetry as well? It’s true! What do you think Obama’s cave-ape poem is really about? I think it’s about the Yetinsyny. Maybe he was listening to Devo at the time. Also, the NY Times …

Jólnir vs. White Christ-mas

To mark today’s ancient festival, I’d like to remind our readership that the poems on this blog are not meant for effete postmodern snobs.  No, they belong to TIME-HONORED VIKING TRADITION: the tradition of men like Egill Skallagrímsson who, after vomiting in their enemies’ faces and biting through berserkers’ throats, would record their valiant deeds …

the violence of the sun

[I should note that a) after I scanned this, I realized that some parts were unfinished and changed them, so now it looks different, but I’m not fucking scanning it again, and b) you can see that I spilled ink in a couple of places. Also, I was going to put some music here too …