Saturday, September 05, 2026

about “The Sleepwalkers: How Europe Went to War in 1914” by Christopher Clark

Why did World War I start? I did not think I cared much about the answer until reading The Sleepwalkers.

It is a big book—over 550 pages—but it is so well written and organized that I read it all, even though my interest in the subject was passing and my appetite for reading in-depth long-form non-fiction on my own time had dwindled. Every page shares colorful details.

The reasons for The Great War go far beyond the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand, heir to the shrinking Austria-Hungary throne.

The Sleepwalkers is a deep study of the communications and documented thoughts, the sequencing of events and decisions, and the pressures on European statesmen—the kings, prime ministers, diplomats, and generals—as they footed through the years and through their assumptions into one of the deadliest conflicts in history—a war in which about 9 million soldiers died, with 23 million more wounded along with 5 million civilian casualties.

I was interested to learn about the boiling tensions in the Balkans—especially Serbia and the violent streak of nationalism that organized the conspiratorial network, The Black Hand. Serbia was independent, but Slavic populations lived within Hapsburg land, and the plotters imagined the assassination could lead to a united Serbia.

I was also interested to learn about how the colonial interests of the major powers affected their relationships on the continent. In addition to the Balkans, colonial considerations included far east Asia (although Japan was rising as a major regional power), North Africa, South Africa, areas around the Aegean, Mediterranean, and Black seas, and more options opening up with the decline of the Ottoman Empire.

Christopher Clark depicts decision-makers going to war as if it were inevitable, as if narratively driven and somehow unable to imagine the death and destruction that would follow.

The Sleepwalkers impressed the hell out of me—a masterful treatment of a difficult and complex subject. Here are some quotes.

On explaining why Serbian nationalists assassinated Franz Ferdinand:

The archduke made no secret of the fact that he intended to restructure the imperial system after his accession to the throne. The key objective was to break or diminish the Hungarian hegemony in the eastern part of the monarchy. For a time, Franz Ferdinand favoured strengthening the Slavic element in the monarchy by creating a Croat (and, thus, Catholic-) dominated ‘Yugoslavia’ within the empire. It was his association with this idea that so aroused the hatred of his orthodox Serbian enemies. By 1914, however, it appears he had dropped this plan in favour of a far-reaching transformation by which the empire would become a ‘United States of Great Austria,’ comprising fifteen member states, many of which would have Slav majorities. [108, British styling in the book]

On some of the pressures facing the men in charge of Europe:

The press entered into the calculations of policy-makers in many different ways. It was never under their control, and they were never under its control. We should speak rather of reciprocity between public opinion and public life, a process of constant interaction, in which policy-makers sought intermittently to guide public opinion in a congenial direction, but were careful to shield their own autonomy and to protect the integrity of decision-making processes. On the other hand, statesmen continued to view the foreign press as an indicator not just of public opinion but of official views and intentions, and this meant that uncertainties about who was inspiring or licensing which utterances could further complicate communications between states. More fundamental—and more difficult to measure—were shifts in mentality that articulated themselves not in the calls of chauvinists for firmness or confrontation, but in a deep widespread readiness to accept war, conceived as a certainty imposed by the nature of international relations. The weight of this accumulated readiness would manifest itself during the July Crisis of 1914 not in the form of aggressive programmatic statements, but through the eloquent silence of those civilian leaders who, in a better world, might have been expected to point out that a war between great powers would be the very worst of things. [238-9, British styling in the book]

A book recommendation:

In a brilliant study of the US entry into the Vietnam War, Andrew Preston shows that while Presidents Lyndon B. Johnson and John F. Kennedy were reluctant to wage war and the State Department was largely opposed to intervention, the smaller and more nimble National Security Council, which strongly favoured war and operated beyond congressional oversight, narrowed down the president’s options on Vietnam until war was virtually unavoidable. (240, British styling in the book)

And the book’s excellent final words:

... the protagonists of 1914 were sleepwalkers, watchful but unseeing, haunted by dreams, yet blind to the reality of the horror they were about to bring into the world. (562)


Notes:

- Sophie Chotek, the Archduke’s wife, was assassinated along with her husband. She was a Czech noblewoman. Prague was part of Austria-Hungary. Their marriage was unlike many other marriages among royalty and power—Ferdinand loved Chotek, and his marriage to her cost him favor in Austria, and cost him favor with his uncle, the King.

-Christopher Clark is a professor and historian.


Saturday, August 29, 2026

an interview: Seven years of struggle and persistence poured out in less than 15 minutes

For screamo band Kid, Feral, the truth finally comes out

The song “Substance” has a lyric that captures Kid, Feral’s sound—a burning-at-both-ends sound, always changing, always shifting: "I'm trying to fill the gaps, changing shapes like they ask while I'm breaking.”

But later in the song, singer Vile Hartman screams, “This year is the same, just like the others / I'm scared I might just not grow old after all.”

I hear a story about somebody with an unstable identity struggling in a destabilized reality—and seeing only repetition.

Swedish screamo band Kid, Feral debuted with “Live and Let’s Die!” in 2018. And to hear the new album, you’d wonder if the band might not grow old after all because they still sound like mid-2010s-era screamo.

The album has that era’s fragility, and it has less guitar distortion and fewer hardcore vocals than today’s screamo bands, like Blind Girls and Portrayal of Guilt.

That’s partly because its recording started in 2019. The drums were recorded in October that year; the rest of the album, though, was rewritten, reworked, and rerecorded more than once since then. Those years were hard, personally, according to the band. But they did not let the album go.

Kid, Feral talked to me about the new album.

Damon: Hello, and congratulations on the album! I like it. The music has that cathartic quality that good screamo has. There’s a quote attributed to French poet Paul Valéry that says, in short, art is never finished, only abandoned. After almost 7 years, does it feel cathartic to release this album? Or does it feel more like you’re abandoning it? Or a mix?

Kid, FeralVery, very cathartic. It's been super very weird to finally, FINALLY be done with the album. It took so much work. Just imagine—we've listened to these drum tracks from 25 to 32 years old.

I can say that we are all in the band 100-percent happy with the result. It definitely feels like a completion. I think all of us in the band are happy to never, ever work with these songs ever again ... ahaha!!

We're more looking forward to making new songs and not looking back so much after this debacle.

Probably releasing more often now. Seven years is not too hard to beat!
 
D: Had the album been released around 2019, what might be different? What would sound different?

KFIt would have been a very different album. Our old bassist, Ossian, was more of a punk guy, so there would have been a different bass sound for sure.

It might have sounded a bit less melodically intricate because guitars and bass were rewritten and refined a couple of times. That's probably the biggest difference.

It almost might have been less well mixed since we've gotten better at production, and our taste has evolved since then.
 
D: Here’s the obligatory question about influences. What screamo bands were you listening to in that 2016-2019 time? And which screamo bands, if any, were you listening to when you were finishing this album? Did your tastes change in that time and, if so, what effect might that have had on the final sound of the album?

KFJeromes Dream, mostly. It's our favorite screamo band, definitely. We've had the pleasure to see them twice live now—once in Gotheburg and once in Canada at New Friends Fest (NFF) in '24. Since we played our show at NFF the same day as them, we went backstage and shook their hands after they played their show lmao. It sounds corny, but, to us, it was like meeting Led Zeppelin, so we just had to do it.

Also saw Raein at NFF, which is a huge inspiration. Ran up after the show and talked about mic positions on the Stratocaster. They have such a lovely guitar sound, and yeah, I was like, Damn it's just Stratocasters on the neck position. I was stoked because that's also what I love. They're also very cool dudes and very friendly to nerds bugging them after the show about gear. It was cool and inspiring.

But to answer your question, I think our "schtick" is to try to not emulate anyone and have a unique sound, for better or worse. It's a lot of just plucking things out of the ether during song-writing time and going for it because we literally can't do anything else. Like, we really, really wanted our band to sound like very hard-ass normal screamo, but obviously we just can't do it!!! hahaha
 
D: Please talk about the lyrics to “Puddle Jumper.” In particular, I’m interested in this part: “And I’m accepting the fact that you’re never coming back / I’ve come out stronger.” And this: “Then it hits me that you want me to do better.” These lyrics are nuts.

KF: So, I had a best friend in University that got brain cancer and died unfortunately! It's what the Firedragon3651 song from the first album is about. This song is kinda like the final addendum to that whole experience. The dude's gone now for a while but he's still flowing through my fingers, helping me remember. And you gotta stay positive and move forward—that's the human spirit. 😊

Thank you to Kid, Feral, for taking the time.

I enjoy the album, starting with “Funeral in a Grocery Store,” which offers a furious start, a cathartic onslaught of noise and emotion. The bass guitar hits like a ram. The song includes backing harmonies and a few screams bordering on terror. I like the vocal at 53 seconds—“I don't want to die in a grave I dug with my own hands.” Oh, that deeply felt sense of alienation: "And sometimes I look out the window and everything's normal / It confuses me greatly / When will it all connect?"

“Medieval Poetry,” my favorite song, mellows at 29 seconds as the bass drum pulses under looping chords. The vocal strain against the earworm melody works because it contrasts with the rougher parts. This is the album’s most rhythmically consistent song.

On “2019,” Kid, Feral plays like it has a total lifespan under 15 minutes. The album’s long-ass song is “I Want to Be Your Canopy.” It’s almost two and half minutes!

My second-favorite song, “Puddle Jumper,” starts with guitar notes chiming out a sun shower of well-played pull-offs and hammer-ons. Naked self-deception and truth battle in the lyrics, “And I'm accepting the fact that you're never coming back / I've come out stronger / Love! It's stupidly strong / Tears! When they come / I'll try / Pain and loss can be so scary / I'll try / How can I even start to describe something as awful as you leaving." Then this baffling ending: "Then it hits me that you want me to do better / LOVE! / I want to live, so let's acknowledge these changes."

What choice does one have but to spin awful heartache into motivation?
 
 
Kid Feral released “2019” on May 29th, 2026, through the Oslo-based label Backpack Records. The album was self-recorded in the band’s rehearsal space and self-mixed and mastered.

 
Interview date: Aug 21, 2026


Wednesday, August 26, 2026

about a Pitchfork article describing a few days on tour with Charlie XCX

She was learning the choreography, but I get the impression she was learning the songs, too:
It’s kind of nice to go straight into rehearsing a record, because sometimes there’s that thing of releasing an album and then you’re like, ‘What do I do now?’” she says, sitting on a bench outside the entrance to the studio. “The day after it came out, I flew here and just locked in. It’s like, momentum—you’re actually kind of feeding more into the album and bringing a different part of it to life immediately. It doesn’t just ... linger."
And then this:
This album, she says, has “tied a lot of things together for me, and shown how different parts of different records can work in tandem.” She’s playing “Pink Diamond,” the aggressive opening track of 2020’s How I’m Feeling Now, on this tour; its chaotic, messy performance is one of the show’s highlights. “I think there are a lot of parallels with this album and How I’m Feeling Now, and that link has made me think about the links through all of my songs, and ... ” she drifts off. “It’s just like, a constant mining of the self, really, isn’t it?” (“Sorry, I’m really talking in abstracts because I’m so fucking exhausted,” she says at one point. “I can’t get like, a real sentence out.”)

Note: https://pitchfork.com/story/the-life-of-the-party-a-week-on-tour-with-charli-xcx/
 

Friday, August 21, 2026

a note to anyone who needs it

Work. Two kinds of work: work-work and creative work. Those are how you get through. They are also how you process everything. Work gives life definition.

Do creative work. Do mixed media. Write. Paint or draw. Cook. Feed family, feed yourself. Play guitar. Play your songs on guitar.

If work-work is most of your life, do you live a full life? If you create always, are you making an honest living? What if you produce little to nothing?
 
Questions like that get processed in work, too.

Your mind does not need to constantly reflect on itself with those kinds of questions. Instead, keep moving. What’s in front of you. No matter how dumb.

Stop wanting peace of mind. Try to ignore the compulsivity and anxiety.

Looking for things outside yourself to define your life will leave you feeling empty and angry.
 
I need to stop wanting peace of mind. I think the thing to do is accept this life and live. It's the life we're living, and we're running out of time.

Saturday, August 15, 2026

lyrics about a girl who draws

You wink and say you feel alone but won’t stay. Made a drawing of me, a drawing of us beside a drawing of the day.

You charged night, feeling far from home until you watch heavy on your face peeling.

Sad caresses, but you let me go as far as I can, far as I can fall. We skim along the surface, rocks skipping, lakes and all.

We walked through the tall grass to a drainage ditch behind your house.
Go there to be alone as a kid. In love in this spot—is it all better closer to your house?

Monday, August 10, 2026

about hearing Robber Robber in DC

Robber Robber played Rhizome in Washington, DC, on Friday, May 22, 2026.

Empath, a band in which the lead singer/guitar player channels her guitar through a bunch of watery effects opened. That band’s drummer had a little tambourine-like bell on his toms. He wore a dirty white tank top, shorts, and a mustache. There was a cinder block against the bass drum. At first, they had to mush the block back against the bass drum because the kit kept moving. The drummer finally gave up and rested the cinder block half inside the bass drum hole.

Robber Robber’s “Two Wheels Move the Soul” was released April 3, 2026. They covered “Suspicious Minds.” The drummer was amazing—and he was just filling in for the regular drummer. The singer announced that more than halfway through the show. I was flabbergasted, he was so good.

Saturday, August 08, 2026

a few words about love and nothing

Jonahthinice 
I fell in love with a hurricane, with the sweet warm evening
If nothing because there's nothing
Time and distance blossoms pleasure to cut, cut, cut through you
 
Note: Haiku form
 
Jonahthinice 
love sweet warm evening
time distance blossoms pleasure
to cut, cut through you
 

Saturday, August 01, 2026

a note from the downtown office

The custodian lady at work is over 80 and won't pick up our trash if it's wet or has loose food. She trained the others to keep their trash clean. I resented her at first but eventually had to respect her impudence. She never checked my trash. I threw nothing away.

She was gone a while because she had a heart attack. She returned, and we picked up where we left off.


Friday, July 24, 2026

about Augusten Burroughs’ “Running with Scissors"

Running with Scissors, published in 2002, describes an especially noxious and wild period in American writer Augusten Burroughs’ youth. As the story goes, Burroughs’ parents, who fight loudly, frequently, and then violently, divorce. Burroughs, a smart, resourceful 13-year-old who is gay and neurotically image-conscious and clean, stays at first with his mother. But she starts to suffer an identity crisis, and her long-simmering mental health issues snowball. She sends her son to live with her psychiatrist, Dr. Finch, who is clearly insane and lives in a dilapidated Victorian house. Also living there is an assortment of people that includes Finch’s children (some possibly adopted), apparently a wife, and sometimes live-in patients and drifters.

The large house is the home of a repulsive, squalid chaos. It is without rules, without discipline, without sanity.
 
Although initially repulsed by the set-up, Burroughs assimilates. He even forms a close friendship with Finch's daughter, Natalie, who is one year older than he is. Meanwhile, though, Burroughs’ mother gets much worse under Finch’s care.
 
The book is run-through with darkness and disturbances. Like, a sick 33-year-old squatter named Neil rapes the 13-year-old Burroughs; then the two carry on a bizarre sex-power relationship for two years afterwards. Everyone, including Dr. Finch, knows. That is just one of the book’s rape and assault episodes.
 
Burroughs and Natalie eventually leave the house together, but their friendship dissolves after Burroughs fails to take Natalie’s father’s side when Burroughs’ mother accuses the doctor of rape. The book ends with Burroughs’ decision to move to New York City to try to become a writer.
 
A blurb on the dust jacket of the edition I read (St. Martin’s Press, 2002) affected how I read the book. Haven Kimmel, author of A Girl Named Zippy, commented: “Harrowing and hilarious. I haven’t laughed this hard since David Sedaris’s last book.” I understand the reference, but reading this is not like reading Sedaris.
 
Some parts of Running with Scissors are funny—I laughed when I read about Finch’s self-described office masturbatorium, a room in which he rubs one out between appointments. But that is an easy laugh; Sedaris is a smug laugh.
 
Also, Sedaris writes tight prose and can be beautifully sentimental; the prose in Scissors is unremarkable, and Burroughs never sounds sincere.
 
Moreover, Scissors just seems unbelievable. I assume Sedaris exaggerates, possibly straying at times into fiction. He’s a storyteller and humorist. Burroughs, I suspect, goes further and more frequently into fiction that he admits. He writes in Scissors about a time when he and Natalie, both young teenagers, pulled out a window from a pantry room and tried to fit it in a big hole they cut out of the roof. I just do not think that happened. And apparently the irresponsibly, undeniably crazy Finch, who readily tells patients about his masturbatorium and goes through a prolonged phase in which he divines in his own shit signs from God, stays licensed and practices for decades, thinking that the only threat to his practice is back taxes.
 
Burroughs ardently claims his work is "entirely accurate" and insisted the book remain marketed as a memoir during a 2005 lawsuit filed by the family of the real Finch, Dr. Rodolph H. Turcotte, who alleged defamation of character and invasion of privacy. The lawsuit was settled, and afterwards Burroughs reportedly said “what I wrote is the truth” and “it's still a memoir, it's marketed as a memoir, they've agreed one-hundred percent that it is a memoir.”

Notes: 
Running with Scissors spent eight weeks on The New York Times bestseller list. 
Running with Scissors was published in 2002; the defamation lawsuit was filed in 2005; the film was released in 2006.