Tuesday, May 22
It's been months since I wrote much of anything,
barring a couple of pale exercises in sold-out bullshit
to be found elsewhere. I hear you can make good money these
days telling people that sold-out bullshit is a radically
liberatory way to sell things. As long as you don't choke
on your own bile there are probably worse gigs.
I may have written half a dozen poems
in the last year. None of them are much good.
Poetry is deader than most things we still
have a name for ever get to be.
I write more code now, but most of it
serves the meaningless needs of a nascent
bureaucracy, and it's all trivial.
Most programming, in fact, is the work
of petty bureaucracy.