Wednesday, September 30, 2026
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.
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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.
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.
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.
Monday, September 28, 2026
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.
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.
Sunday, September 27, 2026
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.
Saturday, September 26, 2026
The monster flew to New York, stood up at a podium in the United Nations, held up a little personal device, grinning like a boy, boasting about murdering people with exploding pagers. It almost seems like we don't know how to respond to such evil. We want to be worldly. We don't want to appear naive, or perhaps quaint. It's the United Nations, it's normalized. In congress they give long standing ovations. We don't know what to do with our dignity. I read in The Silence, Life can get so interesting that we forget to be afraid.
We've crossed an unaccountable threshold. This is our time.
It's one thing to ask What is real? What is life? to an adult one assumes may be intelligent when one is but a kid, even rhetorically, even knowing more than one thinks one knows by instinct, and another thing to ask all of one's life, even if silently, even talking to bugs and various animals as a so called adult oneself. Keep asking, because we are in a hell of a fix with techno-fascism and artificial intelligence and remote controlled genocide. Ask a spider or a hermit today if they don't mind.
I love these spiders that make huts in bird's nest flowers. Adorbs. Artificial intelligence is death. I much prefer spiders. I rode to the library and nothing is waiting so I grab Earth 7 and Don DeLillo's The Silence. I had already started Woman in the Dunes and Land of Little Rain but I'm always looking for something I don't know what.






























