Saturday, September 30, 2006

(via micha*lcox dot com)

proof for hronir loops
fish crawling spoor noticing waltz loops

follow off plush rot
sculpt an oblong rainbow loops
cloud appalling adult's octopus twistboards
borg sorg hum act · sciamachy loops

fjord and cold
squall Grinchus curb cyborg figuring myrrh loops

"Twelve Democrats crossed party lines to vote for the bill. One Republican, Senator Lincoln Chafee of Rhode Island, voted against it."

"We live the time that a match flickers; we pop the cork of a ginger-beer bottle, and the earthquake swallows us on the instant." --St*v*nson

Friday, September 29, 2006

"...any place is good enough to live a life in, while it is only in a few, and those highly favored, that we can pass a few hours agreeably." --Rob*rt Louis St*v*nson

myrrhmurmuring has burning
Mothman cyst
trustworthy crystal thought smirk
mutiny fragrant am ruinous

orchid nightclub put
again short
rains ash obsidian a brisk and missing
indigo ogham smog gob

stoop whist mystic nabob possibility
scuttling by

"My 6-year-old daughterelephant could have painted that!"

Thursday, September 28, 2006

(via saturn dot jpl do nasa dot gov)

"The major sport of the Middle Ages was war, with its adjuncts the tournament, the joust, and the judicial duel. War had its open and closed seasons dependent upon conditions of climate and upon the great Festivals of Christmas, Easter, and Ascension, even its attempts at quiet week-ends in the Truce of God, and the right of private war was the most valued of the sporting privileges of the mediaeval barons..." --Charl*s Hom*r Haskins, Studi*s in M*dia*val Cultur* (c. 1929)

dark torn thousands convicts rigors sloop of cloud
dormant Ogpu silkworm pools
all twinkling twistboards
road of acrostic atoms rains scour

knoll swarm clouds
glory obsidian slash twistboards
on this scoriac path in addict whorl spool
which torn God shards scour

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

arousal lull · birth victim · gulf fnast
twistboards brain and catacombs has · hazaj fnast

swimming · curb
glory logic fnast

Umbrist spur · amongst pallid
folk fulvous doff · squids its logic fnast

gaunt jumpsuits swimming many
storp firm fnast

this ruinous infant light's · convolutions
Grinchus chaos fnast

"I was particularly struck by the comparison to Dutch."

"According to Yaqut, the compiler of a biographical dictionary in the thirteenth century, when Buhturi recited his poetry, 'he used to walk up and down the room, backwards and forwards, and he shook his head and shoulders, stretched his arm out and shouted: "Beautiful, by God!" and he attacked his audience, calling out to them, "Why do you not applaud?" ' " --Night & Hors*s & th* D*s*rt

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

"On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their hearts’ desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron." --H L M*nck*n, according to Phil Rockstroh (via wood_s lot)


rain torn a
nightclub child's wouldn't squall · gulls throughout
this dull light · all things running along brain thin
immortal glory

obsidian slash portal
rain torn now
twinkling hist'ry starts affadavit victim
knoll functioning Miniron at orb

"Besides, such a crowd of well-meaning, amiable, most respectable men have broken down of late years the pales of Parnassus, and become squatters on the sacred mount, that the claim of poets to be a peculiar people is getting disallowed." --Smith

For*ign Bab*s in B*ijing.

On my victrola- Oum Kalthoum

Monday, September 25, 2006

"and if I ever lose my eyes
I won't have to cry no more"

-Cat St*v*ns

storm child polyps don't
impair scrum thrifty silkworm
blackouts adamant

spool commission slag know sport
anything adumbrating

"...The gold
hides in the ground

the way tomorrow's weather
hides in the air,

the way what I will finally know
hides in me now."

--Rob*rt K*lly

Lost Book of 3nki.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

"break room linoleum
the dead cricket now
part of the decor"

--Dov* Linkhorn

squall Uqbar ruinous constantly

blindfold claw furl squid
oblong run
lapwing across crisply mutiny final
angular pools rub Asgard

sculpt loss folks is today rasp
insight stunt
slag cyborg who all with instant odds
of claim flown idiocy schism that wallops

twinkling affliction
ruck frost a psychic
squamous autopsy simply

"A man reaches his limits as to thought long before he reaches his limits as to expression; and a haunting suspicion of this is one of the peculiar bitters of the literary life." --Al*xand*r Smith

M*di*val Cats.