When we stepped out the door I turned to look back and saw a coyote cross the sidewalk. 

Our animals bridge worlds. Coyote in the graveyard by Frank Murphy. Olive snoozing with me listening to Kali Malone, All Life Long, in bliss, highlighting In Praise of Profanation by Giorgio Agamben, which I shall read this afternoon inshallah.

 I suppose anybody would feel lucky and perhaps blessed by the coyote spirit to have a cat like Olive miraculously found wandering the park. Now she's been here nearly two years. She makes our voices squeak with love. Just cuz.

 Why would anyone in their right mind believe anything the zionists say? The whole premise is a big lie. Word. But this is the predicament we find ourselves in. And they don't care if people believe or not. They just keep on killing.

 don't let the perfect be the enemy of the good, gnome sane? no. i don't. i don't know what you're saying, but go ahead and talk if it pleases you, i like the sound of your voice, and i like to lay on your chest and feel your heartbeat. 

 My first kiss from Owen. I was thinking how people look at us like an old guy with his old dog and yet he's not my dog yet it don't matter we're still two old dogs who look alike.

 they're laughing at you.

 We walked around a Frank Lloyd Wright tour talking about the special bricks and Owen peed on them. The bricks, not the tour. 

 The coyote family by the railroad tracks yelped this morning and we felt again the daily blessing of their presence in the community. Yesterday, after reading further in Coyote America, I watched a video of a coyote tangled in a fence being rescued, and a minute ago I saw a picture of a coyote killed by a driver in daylight on a wide road in Texas. It's always been dangerous for our fellow creatures to live among us, and it's also dangerous, for us. Pleas, pleas, let us find our true nature, and mind the ones who only want to live among us.

 There's too much to say, and we end up saying nothing, in silence, observing, or writing endless poems in our head that sometimes escape into the ether and who knows maybe we're all receiving, maybe all thinking along the same lines, watching and listening to starlings, cats and dogs and coyotes talk about life. 

 Two starlings talking. The plot of the regime is still to take the world by force, they're invading everywhere and killing people left and right, ahh, but people want to live, and are waking up to this unprecedented and existentially threatening evil, and the resistance is growing. It's not too late, while we yet live. 

 We watched The Little Sister and loved. There's a terrible plague of insanity in the ruling class, but when we see a beautiful film, hear beautiful music, see our lovely cat thinking, hear the coyotes in chorus down by the railroad tracks, the ruling class can go to hell, while living creatures go about their lives.

 They may make a lot of money committing ecocide and genocide but ultimately they're committing suicide. 

 But Mamdani is trapped inside the same evil system we are all trapped within. And he's not stupid. He knew from the start, you can talk the talk, claiming solidarity with the resistance, but once you've got the power you have to play the Zionist way. 

 Two old rain dogs. Owen came bouncing down the stairs and didn't bark. He knows it's me now. I said sorry about the rain but it's ok. Said we old dogs gotta be patient with ourselves, and each other, and we are. 

They're making a world of monumental power and nothing to believe in.
A world of lies and fakery. A world of evil extraction and genocide.

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 Mamdani said that as part of the strategy the NYPD will work to identify antisemitic hate crimes before they happen. Now, given that the NYPD classifies watermelons and keffiyehs as antisemitic, it doesn’t take a huge leap of imagination to consider where this might lead.

While Mamdani is performing for Zionists and buttressing the foundations of liberal Zionism under the cover of antisemitism, you know who doesn’t get a special “all-of-government” task force to protect them in the city he runs? Palestinians, who have to walk the same streets as Jewish Zionist New Yorkers who have served in the IDF and murdered their family members in Gaza. Rather than use his power and the resources of the state to uphold international law and pursue bona fide war criminals on his streets, Mamdani is employing the force and resources of the state to protect them.

Nate Bear

 So Mamdani's a Zionist too? We are in a doomsday scenario. We are in the collapse.

 Imagine going to your kid's school to pick up their body parts. This is what our government does to people. It bombs children. 

 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

 Mamdani launches campaign to combat antisemitism after arresting antigenocide protesters. I feel soulsick for the world.

 it makes me want to disappear sometimes. it's an ancient feeling that cuts to the quick.

shame blocks me

i can't block shame

it comes like a shock

out of nowhere

but a nowhere

that's within me

 My eyes keep watering. 

 Mamdani said he would arrest Genocider Netanyahu, then he said no can do, then he arrested the protesters of Genocider Netanyahu.

 Owen took me for a walk. By a sewer plumbing truck that stank and a dead rat with eye popped out and then we saw the street closed and cops talking and the next block people standing around looking up at the building where Karen used to live. Smoke coming out of the top floor windows and a firefighter rappelling down from the roof. It was eerily calm. It was just an episode of Chicago Fire. I don't think Owen noticed it was a fake reality.

 people are not starved for a story, people are starved for truth.

 Revolutionary. The ones doing the genocide tell us the ones fighting it are the bad guys.

 We watch the sky. We believe life will continue.

 i thought the sky was a mind writing messages. i thought the sky said please.

 Last night we heard one coyote calling. Where were the others? Soon we imagine they will have to move to new den when the new train depot construction starts. It's amazing how they've managed to coexist with us, and I hope they can stay. I picked up Coyote America yesterday before hearing Ari Brown on the midway. My eyes kept drifting up. The clouds were very interesting all day.

 Let's abolish the United Nations and Nato.

 Ari Brown.

There were insect clouds rising from the trees, and the crow moon rising from the lake in the east, and the sense of another cloud, along the horizon, an earth cloud, of dust, of pollution, of gasping breath, of hope, a common earth cloud of witness, on the horizon. 

 I finished The Silence in a few hours yesterday, with the crow moon coming. It's about the collapse, the apocalypse or whatever, written in 2020. It's a new book though, after several printings. I missed it before, but it could be written as we speak, if Don DeLillo was still here. I wish he was. I wish he was on Substack in the afterlife. And then I started Earth 7, about life on earth after the collapse, the apocalypse, or whatever. I can feel it coming, whatever it is.