The Whore & Gambler, by the State
Licenc'd, build that Nation's Fate.
The Harlot's cry from Street to Street
Shall weave Old England's winding Sheet.
The Winner's Shout, the Loser's Curse,
Dance before dead England's Hearse.
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn & every Night
Some are Born to sweet Delight.
Some are Born to sweet Delight,
Some are born to Endless Night.
how to be a maudlin cliche-ridden insomniac--quote William Blake. actually i love this poem. i sort of think that it is "like a rolling stone" of its day. i'm sure there are millions of comparisons between Zimmy and Blake--but it has always intrigued me how similar they are. and also PJ Harvey has got to have Blakeian root systems or since i'm overtired i could say Blake is a rhizome linking Zimmy, PJ, jim White and I'd add Cat Power, Baudelaire, Rimbaud and some Patti Smith I'm sure there are more but I'm tired and three people know what I'm trying to say. But the rhizome was one of my favorite philosophical metaphors--that and a "body without organs" which comes from the same tag team of Deleuze and Guattari.
Ohe o my fave essays about Sally Pottter's "orlando" was by Molly Nesbit and in it she calls Tilda Swinton the ultimate body without organs or in other words "orlando" was the best example of what Deleuze and Guattari meant by a "body without organs" and I just watched Michael Clayton and was kind of unimpressed by Tilda Swinton. I lobed her for being unconventional. Once she sat in a glass vitrine in an art gallery for like 24 hours straight--she was sooooo boring in Michael Clayton. It is sort of like the movement of Angelina Jolie from Gia to Mr and Mrs. Smith--cutting edge to dulleded edge.