Thursday, August 11, 2005

alas
(via southport dot jpl dot nasa dot gov)



   "The Dry Heart

The world where the dead live is a dry heart,.
Every world is a heart, a rhythm spherical,
A rhythm of impossible intentions
That yet sings itself, imagining heard music.
The world where the dead live is a silent choir.
It does not hear itself, it sings itself not.
Its will has frozen into memory,
Black as still blood, without flow.
To the painless sorrow of death it throbs.
The world where the dead live is a heart alive
In a body once alive.
The dead move neither into heaven nor hell.
Their afterwards is their before.
The world where the dead live is a dry heart,
The same heart as always, even dry."

--Laura Riding



154.


osmium assailing am · I quotidian smart wallop
isthmus asthma
fabulous · Pirc albino ritual ink
again vanilla impacts silk
· squidly ruinous

"Osmium" is hard to lift. "Pirc" in my old days cost much but i could play it now i think. Pallid writing as if a mind without its brain matrix. Moving blindfold.


155..

squidly Uqbar tubular
· I idiomatically blurt
sylph runway
squib absolution · wards frabjous Atlantis dunk
abandon vulgar climax gasp · grasping sinistral

You know "Uqbar". My hand paladinry is wrong but i can allow a switch if i want.



Smoky photos. (thanx Jill!)


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