my widdershins wanderings
through a canyon of gray things

waniand, forerunner & guide
floats on palest indigo

sleep broken by snag velcro
words · where words cannot abide

concrete damp in dark patches
sky striations blur · matches

something this contingent side
cardboard cutouts indignant

at the sizzling of the front
leaves turning · don shoes half dried



"...the old Brythonic words, Mygedorth and Pedryollt, that a travelling scholar once told him had been stolen from the ancient people." --John Cowper Powys, Owen Glendower (1940)


Guantanamo playlist. (via Doctor Zmalek)


Plutonomy.


Eet.


Chutzpah award. (via Bookninja)