Rescue Me Before the Night Does

27 Jul


First, thanks for all the Kind words and thoughts, it means a lot to me, and thanks for spreading the word of what happened. I’m going to try to not have to ask people to change their bookmarks on their blogs and please don’t for the time being. I will be someplace – as I wrote a friend earlier this morning, My favorite novelist, Stanley Elkin, once diagnosed himself with logorrhea, a chronic and uncurable running of the mouth. I gots it. I’ll keep you informed.

It’s clear google is useless. I called Enom, a company I’d never heard of until yesterday when I found out they are the people who actually manage the domain name. The person I talked to advised me to send an email to Enom’s google-handlers to see if some resolution can be found. Apparently google created a google app account for me and failed to give me both the login information and the password. The person was mildly hopeful. In any case, I’ll be somewhere, here for the time being, though I will cross-post at BLCKDGRD EXILED, a joint I’m setting up so that I can install the self-updating blogrolls I – and some of you, some of you tell me – use as bookmarks. If I had blogrolled you at the green place and you don’t see yourself listed there please send me your URL. I’ll be adding sites as I go, but please, email me or comment here or comment there if I still need add you to the rolls. Yes, it’s another fucking blooger place – and if the green one is not recoverable the new fucking blooger place will be eventual home, it’s the self-updating blogrolls, the one thing it does well. I’m not going to do much more work there until I know it’s where home will be, but in the meantime let me know if you’d prefer dark type over light background rather than visa versa in case that becomes home. I’d rather the old place where – fuck my free blogging platform – the ability to change the template died over a year ago.

Have more Necks plus an Ashbery poem – his birthday is tomorrow, it’s a High Egoslavian Holy Day and will be celebrated – and link farming will resume by Monday if not sooner.




John Ashbery

He says he doesn’t feel like working today.
It’s just as well. Here in the shade
Behind the house, protected from street noises,
One can go over all kinds of old feeling,
Throw some away, keep others.
                                             The wordplay
Between us gets very intense when there are
Fewer feelings around to confuse things.
Another go-round? No, but the last things
You always find to say are charming, and rescue me
Before the night does. We are afloat
On our dreams as on a barge made of ice,
Shot through with questions and fissures of starlight
That keep us awake, thinking about the dreams
As they are happening. Some occurrence. You said it.
I said it but I can hide it. But I choose not to.
Thank you. You are a very pleasant person.
Thank you. You are too.

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