26 Replies to “The Desert Fox”

  1. As for the book cover above, its just the cover of Richard Brautigan’s shitty poetry. Nice cover though. Haha, I actually own a copy.

  2. They could have throttled this madness early on but honor and prospects for glory were their folly.

    kinda like petraus and mcchrystal, maybe even robert e lee. the world goes round in circles, down the fucking drain.

  3. MOU. Nice. Provocative interpretation. I like where you’re going. I would have no problem with that, getting totally deep into Egypt, nor especially would Rommel I’m sure (especially with her leather coat and boots!), but her name is Beverly Allen. Ah well.

    Brautigan, a notorious beat poet, is long gone now. Took his own life with a 44 mag. At his side he left behind one of his typical super-minimalist poems – “Messy. Isn’t it?” OK fine, whatever, I never got into his poetry, however I appreciated some of the book covers. This one exists in my library only as a curiousity.

  4. “a people’s history…” is a book worth reading. zinn never resorts to the historonics of say a chomsky or klien, or any dozen of other reactionaries, from both the right and left. he just tells the story, and laughs about it. rape, murder, war, takeover, pillage…they’re just a few of the things that make humans what they are.


  5. The Cat’s Song (by Marge Piercy)

    Mine, says the cat, putting out his paw of darkness.
    My lover, my friend, my slave, my toy, says
    the cat making on your chest his gesture of drawing
    milk from his mother’s forgotten breasts.

    Let us walk in the woods, says the cat.
    I’ll teach you to read the tabloid of scents,
    to fade into shadow, wait like a trap, to hunt.
    Now I lay this plump warm mouse on your mat.

    You feed me, I try to feed you, we are friends,
    says the cat, although I am more equal than you.
    Can you leap twenty times the height of your body?
    Can you run up and down trees? Jump between roofs?

    Let us rub our bodies together and talk of touch.
    My emotions are pure as salt crystals and as hard.
    My lusts glow like my eyes. I sing to you in the mornings
    walking round and round your bed and into your face.

    Come I will teach you to dance as naturally
    as falling asleep and waking and stretching long, long.
    I speak greed with my paws and fear with my whiskers.

    Envy lashes my tail. Love speaks me entire, a word
    of fur. I will teach you to be still as an egg
    and to slip like the ghost of wind through the grass.

  6. Lakers are coming to your town on Sunday.

    Are the Celtics ready? Pain will be dealt. Your pills cannot help you this time. Suffering will be had. Pre-Playfoff mutual fondling may yet be perpetrated. Or maybe it will simply be an old fashioned ass kicking?$? It’s difficult to say. Regardless, I will be watching from my third-story BunnAbode.

    Fuck, dave. What are you doing? Trying to make this place literate or something?

  7. I’m blown away by reports that Edge of Darkness is actually good. The previews make me think his career is over. (Just sayin.) Wasn’t that fuck born in New York? (Just sayin again.)

    Rachel Madcow: You really like her, I can tell. I guess I should give her another look.

  8. “Dude. I will start following basketball when you start following F1. Didn’t some idiot just photo his nuts and post them on facebook?”

    Hey, I could never hope to boil the ocean of fuckupery that constitutes NBA extra-curricular activities. But how many F1 drivers have YOU talked to lately? Probably a lot more than me. Call me an inadvertent yet volitional F1 fan. I want to see Ferrari back on top. Can it happen this year? You tell me.

  9. Dave,

    I really liked The Cat’s Song. I cut and pasted it for my husband. My cat Neo is the first pet I have ever really had. I told ya’ll my husband’s cat was killed. This is the first animal I have ever spent this much time with, where the bond developed.

    I now have a cat, but is better to say the cat has me…it is asleep in my lap as I type this.

    The writer has been had by a cat too.

  10. My cat is in my lap again, stretch cat. I have two holds for him, shoulder carry (he likes this a lot because he gets an up high vantage point and can explore things he other wise cannot see) and…

    baby carry, where I carry him in my arms like a baby. He does not like this as well, though he likes it for falling asleep.

    We call him The Dude. We have decided that he abides.

    I am so had by this cat. I let him fight with me and occasionally get scratched. He purrs. Other times he jumps in my lap and gets right in my face and rubs his face against me. I call this “lording over me” because he gets up high to do this. It is some of the sweetest, bestest, stuff in the world.

    I can’t see bunnbunn doing all this with Holmes, but then again, my cat can’t blog, either.

  11. So, the i-pad is unable to view “Downfall” parodies on u-tube? Bogus! No flash! Apple owns the company that makes the processor- it is a smart-phone chip.
    In techo geek speak, this is called “a mistake”.

  12. Well, isn’t it ironic. Last night I went hyperglycemic while driving down rt 128. I thought I might die. 2%-5% chance, I’d guess. Not exactly russian roulette. It was like driving after one too many drinks to feel secure in my driving ability. I tempted fate. I made it home ok, and in time to watch “LOST”. Thank god it is the last season of this show. I have to watch it ‘cuz I’ve invested so much time watching it so far. Nano particles from Mars?

    “[…] When the child was a child, it was the time of these questions. Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here, and why not there? When did time begin, and where does space end? Isn’t life under the sun just a dream? Isn’t what I see, hear, and smell just the mirage of a world before the world? Does evil actually exist, and are there people who are really evil? How can it be that I, who am I, wasn’t before I was, and that sometime I, the one I am, no longer will be the one I am?[…] ”

  13. snookie – dilf (dwarf i’d like to fuck)
    pauli d – da man
    jwow – who?
    the situation – da douchebag
    sammi sweety – ? i forgot what i was gonna say
    vinny – canolli eating chachi. you’re lucky your mother loves, cause no one else does.
    ronnie – get some more juice so your balls shrivel up so’s you can’t fuck sammi no more and then go poke some loser on the boardwalk.

    can’t wait for next season.

  14. Yeah Saints! Wasn’t it great!?

    But should 70 year old guys be screaming teenage wasteland? Oh the humanity. Maybe Pat Boone next year?

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