Tuesday, September 29, 2026




 Last night we heard the local coyote family as I read Coyote America. Coyotism was the religion here from paleolithic times. The anthropized religions only started later. Maybe we'll rewild ourselves and learn to be the people of the coyote again. Maybe we will adapt to the the coyote way and stay alive. 



What is doomsday war? 


 I didn't know him, but I appreciated his art on the wall that was a tunnel during the world fair in the alley by the train tracks. It's been a couple of years since he died. (He was killed, but I don't know why.) The picnic table by the elementary school cul-de-sac has collapsed, and the alleyway is closing up with greenery. I couldn't even find the Don't Give Up! sign. I go there when I want to walk away from people. I hope there will always be some places to get away from people in the city, like coyote.  


 A warbler flattened in the alley. I saw the bird yesterday and when I came back somebody was parked there, and today it's still there, a little flatter. I imagine flying into a window, and stunned, falling to the ground and being run over. I'm listening to The Last Symphony by William Basinski. 


 I found Antisemitism in America by Chuck Shoemerde. I put it in the recycling bin under the tracks. I don't want to live in the reality of the zionist genociders. That reality is pathology.

 



You are America. I am a huckster for America. I built my tower in your park.

(Fascism is ultimately just the end stage of capitalism.)

Nicole Mosleh