by Hyman Bloom

thalidomide · whisper
dark climax · without adjunct polls
ambergris · filch edict · self
swerve thistle dictionary tsar
spiralling searchlight · crunch oddly
radical frore skiff



"I'm not psychic, but I can see people from other dimensions." (via Bookslut)


Translating.

ipapavomai lu loi remna li'u tcita di'e pela meka itu'e ca'i le musycei poi xamgau je tolvefkai ku ga'inaisai ku ko bacru lu mi se marbi le raivli je ralju je cevni be loi remna vau le palci pe le mipkla kadbacru i ri kadbacru semu'i le remna djica i co'e ri eji'a le crida li'u tu'u


    from Royston's Lycophron

But I shall lie upon the lap of Earth
Smit by the piercing steel, and in my gore
Weltering; while on my neck bow'd to the ground
Shall strike with many a stab, and many a blow,
The Dragon queen: as on the mountain tops
The youthful woodman cleaves with sturdy stroke
Cedar, or pine, or knotted oak, so she
Shall stride infuriate on my bleeding limbs,
Wreak her mean vengeance on a captive slave,
And satiate all her savage soul with death.

Cursed be the mariners, the Carnian wolves

On glides the speaking oak, instinct with thought,
Whose vocal beams upon the waters fly
Self-moved, self-wing'd, and prescient of the port.

The firebrand gleams, and kindles Discord's torch

And iron clouds shall canopy the globe

Why pour the fruitless strain? to winds, and waves,
Deaf winds, dull waves, and senseless shades of woods
I chant, and sing mine unavailing song.

(And this one might have inspired Poe:)
Ligea, floating to Tereina's towers (852)


The Cathechism of Visual Poetry Doctrine. (Or, VizPoDoctCat, for short.)