my facebook rant about the plight of writers and how it’s tied to the oxford comma.
i’ve been taking a lot of photos recently.
this is one of my favorites.
you are pigfucking scum. i will kill you.
if you are wondering why i used such a harsh opening to this letter, i shall explain:
there. i hope that explained a few things.
now here’s a question for you swine:
why in the hell would you assume that international money laundering terrorist cells would masquerade as writers?
are you retarded?
terrorists and money launderers, one would assume, have the requisite brain cells to shift money across borders by believable, reliable, and substantial means.
writers, as you surely must be aware, are among the ranks of the terminally impoverished. our profession, in this illiterate world, gains no respect and bestows upon us no reward. we write for the pleasure of others while earning our keep elsewhere.
in the uk, to be in the top 5% of writers means earning about 11,000GBP. that’s not even enough to live on.
when royalty cheques come our way, these meager earnings can about total enough to buy a copy of our own damn book on amazon and no more.
have you not heard of the starving artist?
why would one launder money by faking paypal transactions for, over the course of a year, what most people would consider a decent monthly salary?
if money launderers were that dumb, you would not need to check paypal. you would only need head to our local launderette to find halfwits stuffing money into washing machines.
instead, you lock down the accounts of people like me, telling us not to worry because we “can still receive funds” so that YOU scum can earn interest on it, but that we cannot actually gain access to it.
so, in conclusion, i will repeat: fuck you.
also: i will kill you.
an idiot who’s used your shitty service for the past ten years.
Cadets read Howl, February l9, l99l, Virginia Military Institute, Lexington, Virginia.
This is an image from my school in 1991 when Allen Ginsberg came and visited during a lecture series. He described the experience as being “an adventure”, there is a certain amount of irony with this having the school be both a military and an academic and a military institution. He gave a speech and read from Howl and Other Poems in our school chapel, which was attended by the commandant at the time and his wife who sat in the front row. Ginsberg walked up to them and said, “You are very brave”.
col. ball was interviewed in the latest issue of beatdom about this photograph.
i took these photos yesterday from a mountain near my house in huainan, anhui province. the smog obscures the city, but looking south it is a bit clearer.
i was playing with my camera today, trying to get a good shot of a backlit magpie, and ended up with this gif of what i call “techno bird.”
i really hope you don’t have epilepsy…
William Burroughs, Paris.
a buddhist cemetery, called 罗山陵园, near huainan, in china’s anhui province.
this is from my photo collection entitled “chinese toilets”. goddamn you see some good posters in there.
another wretched facebook ad fail.
and not just targeting the wrong person, but doing so in a rather offensive manner.
scotland is not british. we may be part of the uk, but we are not british and an attempt to convince us of that fact wreaks of the smug cultural superiority that has always come from london.
attempting to gain independence is not “separatism” or an “attack” on anything. it is simply wanting the right to govern our own nation.
this is not about hating england or rampant nationalistic fervor. it’s about the fact that scotland is a country ruled by another country. we pay england for the right to be told what we should and shouldn’t do, and wait for them to hand back a percentage of the money we earn for them.
as a result, we are relegated to the status of a province up north - one that fills london’s treasury while disinterested politicians make choices about our lives. we are like india was. or burma. or new zealand. or australia. or any of the others that london lost.
whether you’re in the “aye” or “nae” camp, you are entitled to your opinion, and the referendum will show which opinion is more popular (and it will, no doubt, be close).
but even if we vote “nae” then we are still not british. we are scottish, and either way we will hopefully keep close ties with a far greater degree of - and i hate to use this goddamn word - freedom.
there is a good chance that scotland will vote no. it is a vote from fear. it is a vote for the status quo because people are - naturally - afraid of taking the chance necessary to gain anything important. if we do, i hope england grants us more power.
it is sad that it took so long for them to do so. it is funny seeing politicians come crawling to beg scotland to remain. england is like the abusive partner in a relationship, always taking the loyal spouse for granted until it’s too late, and then begging for forgiveness.
but ads like this are even more offensive.
we are not one country. we can be friends, we can be partners, and we can work together. but we are not part of england, and hopefully this referendum will - one way or another - drive that point home.
seems like a good name for a business.
The Beat Generation at War
The Beat Generation is often viewed as apolitical, apathetic, selfish, and borne out of the post-WWII era of prosperity. They are viewed as rich kids who chose a bohemian lifestyle as a matter of fashion, as part of a teenage rebellion that went on too long, and inspired too many imitators, and eventually morphing into the beatniks and hippies of the fifties and sixties. Getting to the heart of the Beat ethos isn’t easy, as this is a literary grouping of rather different individuals, over a long period of time, with entirely different philosophies and styles relating to their art. That “post-WWII era” label, then, is important in defining them. If we must group them together, we can define them by opposition to the oppressive society in which they lived. They supported sexual freedom, opposed big government, and pondered to what extent madness was a path to genius.
The Beats are never viewed as coming out of World War II. They are the next generation, the post-war generation. For them it was all supposedly history, or at the very least so far removed from their own existences that it may as well have happened on Mars. Never mind that the core of the Beat group – Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, and William S. Burroughs – met during the war. Never mind that they all lived through it, that most of them had served to some extent in their nation’s military, that they had opinions and experiences, and that perhaps it was more important in their lives than they would admit. Unlike previous generations, the Beats never had a great war novel and never spoke passionately in favor of their country’s interests.
i wrote this essay for beatdom #15. it’s long but informative, and if you dig the beats, you might just get a kick out of it.
today i bought myself a new bike. i think it will be a big improvement in my quality of life, as otherwise i’m stuck on campus.
today i went to a place that’s only about 200-300 metres from my house. however, thanks to a large wall (the chinese are really good at building walls…) i have never been able to get there. with my trusty bike blazing along at 28km per hr i took the long way around and found this gorgeous lake. the city is encroaching, but as you can see, the goat-herders and farmers still rule the roost.
there were some fantastic birds, too, but i was too slow with my camera and missed them.
"the box! the box!"
damn, england just got burnsed.
korean food with japanese beer in a restaurant in china.