i went up to see if kes was still on 17 and thought what the hell i may as well look at obama's empirical complex and i just felt bored. god damn i'm bored with the landgrab empire. anybody who loves parks de facto hates obama. he's an evil sumbitch.

 

well, hello there, duggie, s'good to see you.

 

 

Crazy Weather

It’s this crazy weather we’ve been having:
Falling forward one minute, lying down the next
Among the loose grasses and soft, white, nameless flowers.
People have been making a garment out of it,
Stitching the white of lilacs together with lightning
At some anonymous crossroads. the sky calls
To the deaf earth. The proverbial disarray
Of morning corrects itself as you stand up.
You are wearing a text. The lines
Droop to your shoelaces and I shall never want or need
Any other literature than this poetry of mud
And ambitious reminiscences of times when it came easily
Through the then woods and ploughed fields and had
A simple unconscious dignity we can never hope to
Approximate now except in narrow ravines nobody
Will inspect where some late sample of the rare,
Uninteresting specimen might still be putting out shoots, for all we know.

John Ashbery

 i saw a text, tony didn't know who mom was. i don't know if he thought she was granny weezie or a stranger. we went in the secret garden to see a hawk but did not see. and to talk to mom. she said they're falling apart. then i see another mulberry tree killed and tossed aside, and i think maybe that's a prelude to the destruction of our secret garden. we knew it wouldn't last, but jeezus, will there be any secret gardens left? i heard the fear in mom's voice. i have to say it goes back many years, the fear, and yet it's near the end. and yet i feel like in general it's a kind of ending in time, and we're all in it even if we may not be near dying.

 under the bell tower there are parts of birds dropped by the peregrines. i hear them calling and i hear the bells. i saw two sandhill cranes heading west. the birds don't know where to go in this crazy weather. 

 it's strange. it's so warm i'm in shorts and a t, and soon it will be freezing. people are celebrating but it's a grim celebration, a dirge for mother earth.

 obama began to build his dark tower around 2021 in the late capitalocene choosing the former slave-master andrew jackson's park for his mordor stronghold and destroying olmsted's plan of a park for the people.

photo by dolly