Saturday, November 18, 2017

Installing Fedora

Saturday, December 31, 2016

To the tune of "In the Good Old Summertime"

They will pay you back in kind. Yes, they'll pay you back in kind. Your actions and their countermoves will scribe a gruesome rhyme. (Whatever force you claim to use they'll mimic in no time.) Your thoughts will land upon a corpse and that's a very bad sign that you're a schmutzy wookie who's got bullfrogs on your mind.

Friday, December 23, 2016

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Saturday, October 29, 2016

Distilled Diamond

She's a jammer, Maryland All-Star, but against
Virginia mostly blocks, often with a stripe
prepared to take the star and score. Slamshine
Allie makes her own lane. Her twisty sideways
push through a tight pack to shut down a loose
jammer squirms hard as proof through derby
flow, inside or outside, always forward,
to frustrate one-on-one . When praised later,
she blazed her resolve, "That bitch isn't
getting past me."--And they didn't.

--about Slamshine Allie's play at The Battle of the All-Stars State Tournament, February 2016. See her with Brandywine Roller Derby on wftda.tv at 1pm EST on Friday, Nov 4 and on ESPN-3 at 3pm or 5pm on Sunday, November 6.

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Temper

Two cowboys got screwed hard;
their E-string elixir shares tweets,
piccolo in C.

They were 6 feet nine inches,
a calm presence in any milieu,
with very expressive heads and ears.

I want to live so I can get away
to the next logical step after blessing,
Dorian Temper.

Vitamins, syphilis, and a toy duck
invited into your bag proceed
to stretch slim jeans;

You need to work to suppress this little node
where there are tools in the tools
with the most accurate stainless bull,
one-eighth spin rate.

Did you use my words?
Goya's Maja designs fern, poppy, fawn
studio stamps and lawn,
blue ranger on a 45-caliber rampage.
Her stag agrees with a frag tank.


(& see https://twitter.com/LordJuiblex/status/688412383749009409 )

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Logicians Liberation League Manifesto

Whereas

logic is the essence of philosophy, and
logic is the organon of philosophy, and
logic is the form of philosophy

and
whereas

coaches, assistant coaches, managers, trainers and fans
of the IU philosophy team have
made frequent and insinuating remarks about the number of
logicians recruited for this year's philosophy team,
have discouraged the recruitment of outstanding out-of-state
prospects solely on the ground that they are logicians,
have refused to recognize the right of logicians to their
own unique cultural heritage, acquiescing in particular in
the denial to them of such treasured items as blackboards,
erasers, chalk, and old napkins,
performed acts degrading to logicians as human beings,
performed acts degrading to logicians as individuals,
performed acts degrading to logicians as men,
performed acts degrading to logicians as manifestations of God,
collections of atoms, free spirits,

THE EFFECT OF WHICH HAS BEEN

misery, suffering, pain, affliction, and one severe case of
philosopher's foot,

We the members of

THE LOGICIANS LIBERATION LEAGUE

do hereby announce our intention, if attention to our fair
grievances is not forthcoming,
to boycott Friday practice sessions,
to howl and jeer when the name of an ethicist, metaphysician,
epistemologist, aesthetician, or any other kind of
Establishment jerk is proposed for addition to the team,
to root for the political science department in competition
for the coveted Ewing Bowl,
to reveal that other members of the team are mere symbol
pushers and hawkers of uninterpretable calculi,
to prove the existence of God, the relativity of moral judgments,
the identity thesis, and the truth of neo-Pythagorean
skeptical hedonism, thus leaving other members of the
team with nothing to talk about.

Do not be deceived, Establishment pigs (this means you too,
Establishment dogs). The subservience of past generations
of logicians does not mean that we shall bear forever our
treatment as animals (you barnyard fowl). We are human
beings (you swine). You are living in a day when logicians
will not any longer endure your taunts, your slurs, your
insults (you filthy vermin). In the name of A. N. Whitehead
and B. Russell we gather; in the spirit of R. Carnap and
A. Tarski, we march; by the word of W. V. O. Quine, we shall
prevail. Beware you snakes of the Philosophical Power
Structure, which you have created and which you maintain to
put down the logician; you have caged the eagle of reason,
the dove of wisdom, and the lark of a definite, precisely
formulated formal system, with exact formation rules, a
recursive set of axioms, and clear and cogent rules of
inference, and you have made them your pigeons. Oh, you
filterable viruses, we will shake you off and fly once more.

All my love,
Robert K. Meyer
Maximum Leader
Logicians Liberation League

(reposted from http://homepages.uconn.edu/~jcb02005/lll-manifesto.html)

Monday, October 19, 2015

Rita Dove – Concert at Hanover Square


 June 2, 1790. George Bridgetower and
 Franz Clement: child prodigies, of an age
Do not think for a moment
that we were boys. Souls
in a like anguish, perhaps;
or when in a fortunate instant
we forgot ourselves—gray mice
biting each others' tails,
rolling in the grass in our woolen knickers.

We did not understand how to covet.
We knew hatred
because we could smell it
all around us, it sang in the cool glasses
tinkling over our heads,
the carefully tended laughter,
the curious glint
of a widow's appraisal.

As for competition—ah, well.
Want was a quality I could taste,
music set my body a-roil,
I was nothing if not everything
when the music was in me.
I could be fierce, I could shred
the heads off flowers for breakfast
with my bare teeth, simply because
I deserved such loneliness.

If this was ambition, or hatred,
or envy—then I was all
those things, and so was he.

Two rag dolls set out for tea
in our smart red waistcoats,
we suffered their delight,
we did not fail our parts—
not as boys nor rivals even
but men: broken, then improperly
mended; abandoned
far beyond the province
of the innocent.

from Sonata Mulattica, W. W. Norton 2009

It's a good book. Buy it!

and listen to Professor Dove reading this poem.