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Dark Web 03.

We approach the apocalypse as a matter of style, because we have such a poor imagination for suffering.

Yellow Submarine.

"THE ALMANAC OF LAST THINGS

From the almanac of last things
I choose the spider lily
for the grace of its brief
blossom, though I myself
fear brevity,

but I choose The Song of Songs
because the flesh
of those pomegranates
has survived
all the frost of dogma.

I choose January with its chill
lessons of patience and despair - and
August, too sun-struck for lessons.
I choose a thimbleful of red wine
to make my heart race,

then another to help me
sleep. From the almanac
of last things I choose you,
as I have done before.
And I choose evening

because the light clinging
to the window
is at its most reflective
just as it is ready
to go out."

--Linda Pastan, Carnival Evening

как давно это было.

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Beacon from Mars.

ghoul silt weal:
how owl heat
will sough

Heirloom Antler Rocker.

"I have found the strong skeleton beneath the golden flesh of the world, the iron in the marrow, and the deep green blood." --R A Lafferty

Greensleeves.

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Steeneye Span 1975.

“I spent not a blithering farthing,” said Trotter calmly, even airy-fairily. “For the simple reason that since Hector was a bark in his father’s throat, I haven’t had a farthing to spend. No, I won the confounded tombstone in a contest--one run by an undertaking trade magazine." --@HarrySKeeler

Man with a Movie Camera.

this could well mean nothing.
could worship only slightly matter?
well, only if caring minds
mean slightly. caring-intent does
nothing...matter minds, does it?

(1989)

Programming, eternity.

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2 kinds of ripples.

A temp's taper-dimpseful
Toeing the line finely
Afflicts my vowed vector
Veering from recumbence.
I suppose risk-pesky
This part is; swerve service.
I never asked ivy
Oz garland our gauze-ark.

(10-30-00)

Red dress & smoke.

"Existentialism entered the American consciousness like an elephant entering a dark room. There was a great deal of breakage and the people inside naturally mistook the nature of the intrusion." --Hayden Carruth

Spies.

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"He has all the moth-eaten arrogance of the self-taught..."

"Some think the refugees want to come here, stockpile weapons and start killing innocent people. Others fear they won't fit in so easily." -- @DanaGould

"Amazon intends to pay a limitless team of lawyers to engage in an infinite process of slow-walking and legal maneuvering until, it hopes, a Republican administration takes over the White House..."

"when i should

be going
to bed

still watching
old
'Kojak' episodes"

--@SenryuChest

Another Tangled Up in Blue.

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Murmuration.

"Rhesus Peanutbutter Cups"

Mushrooms eterne, morning-
mimsy brownwhite symbol
in the sere green sunrise
says, shadows, be glad of

frith though denied freedom.
Frapped to a great raptor's
safest berth in Sothic
season; to sleep uneasy

anyway, our wanion.

(1990)

"...rather than a disrespectful destruction, it is the desire to return the words fully back to themselves in a kind of synergistic doubling."

star akin
in a karst

Where is Heaven.

( @spaceliminalbot / via )

"Me: Make an anagram of 'Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny' that is also a review of the movie."

"Toad looked at the ground. The seeds still did not want to grow.

'What shall I do?' cried Toad. 'These must be the most frightened seeds in the whole world!' " --@FrogandToadbot

The gun in the crib.

"Palindromic Sonnet No. I

Set a note– Don’t salt a burger up.
Set a pupa in a manic ass.
Mare slups a pupa pure, wets a pup,
Deific, lactates in alpine moss.
Upon a time, we fed on Agnus Dei;
Fed nude – garnets, aortae – mad-eyed.
Ah, burger – art, sacred lore – hops astray.
Art’s asp? Oh, ‘er older-cast, rare grub had
Eyed a meat-roast enraged; undefied,
Sung an ode few emit: an o-pus.
So men, I plan, I set at calcified
Pupa stewer, up a pupa’s pulse.
Ram’s sac in a mania pupates…
Pure grub at last – No! – detonates."

--Steven Fraser.

grove’s keynote in dismal.

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Der kosmische Strahl.

rah iloubdi
ab lebe
gasta bevou
ab lebe
desqes yoyoi
auyargara
rah iloubdi
ab lebe

( 'not follow/ heart of hearts/ through space/ heart of hearts/ mild morning/ rain of blows/ not follow/ heart of hearts' )

Chilly train rides ❄️.

"Anagram Movie Review: OPPENHEIMER = PIPE-MEN HERO" --@WPoundstone

Happy Sunday 🫶🫶🫶.

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#1676.

" 'The Almighty never had a daughter,' said her sister. 'He did not risk feminine insight.' " --@icomptonburnett

Dans La Voile des Ombres.

   dust from distant stars
collected in a corner
   on an asteroid

through my windshield the burning
lessened when i raise my hand

My wings will never burn in the sun.

( @archillect / via )

The New Faith. (thread)

"AND IF THEY HAVE NOT DIED

I am yours, otherwise it escapes and
wipes us into death. Sing, burn
Sun, don’t die, sing, turn and
born, to turn and into Nothing is
never. The gone creates sense - or
not died have they and when
and when dead - they are not."

--Unica Zürn (tr Hans Bellmer & Pierre Joris)

Back to the Dungeon.

"The metaphysicians of Tlön are not looking for truth, nor even for an approximation of it; they are after a kind of amazement." ―Jorge Luis Borges, "Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius"

Tesseract rose.

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aberration̷̛̮̰͖̪̙̻͙̽̃̓̐̏̆̓͒͜.

My didgeridoo story. A correspondent in the 80s sent me a cassette which included some didgeridoo music. This fascinated me, not least because i could subsequently find scarcely any mention of the thing anywhere. --And then, somewhat later, i had been contacted to find a performance venue for some travelling improvisatory musicians who were coming to Dallas. I found a house, & contacted as many people as i could. So we were sitting there beginning, when in walked: one didgeridoo. Two didgeridoos. Three didgeridoos.

Embroidered landscape.

"Paper Loves Ink

Ravens tell poets,
'Paper loves ink,'
(while ruffling feathers)
'like words whisper secrets.'
Stories unravel
thread by thread.
So spills ink, into
magic,
into ink spills.
'So, thread by thread,
unravel stories.'
Secrets whisper words,
like feathers
ruffling, while,
'Ink loves paper.'
Poets tell ravens."

--Penelope Connor

Chanoyu diaspora.

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"Poems were way stations and destinations at the same time."

Though these intelligent predators no longer took an active part in killing their food, they still relaxed by watching nonstop depictions of slaughter & violence; they could not imagine a story without violent conflict; & their only concept of peace was a quiet battlefield where one side has annihilated another.

Shimmer Therapy.

"An imaginary planet has a role like a clown in Shakespeare." --Vonnegut

clandestine cloud̶̛͔̰̺͓̘̳͔̥̰̦̀̋̋̆͆̈́̕̚.

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On the common merganser.

"In Spanish, juzgado means 'panel of judges, courtroom.'

When English speakers of the American West borrowed juzgado, they recorded it the way they heard it: hoosegow.

Today, hoosegow has become slang for any place of confinement for lawbreakers." --@merriamwebster

Prayer.

"Sun is in us.
Tender, a storm,
raw, warm;
rots a red net.
Sun is in us."

--@MerlinaAcevedo

I will not set fires.

( via / via via @pierremenard )

The Screen.

"Be waning in ebb, benign in a web." --@Anthony_Etherin

Unit S.

   zugie peben
ha gin mebus dijanqa
   bouainda iher

mas qagusdi yuri ha
nayes zaleuo meyu

( 'field of rubble/ for that reason alone · island/ try to// get up to so-called mischief/ for the asphault blessing for want of better' )

Flying witch hand.

( Digital vispo by Ficus strangulensis (West Virginia, USA). (Asemic Front remix) via de villo sloan / via )

Evening Ride.

   the pattern preserved
in the face of a vast change
   don't call it vict'ry

machine for generating wealth
no one at the bottom sees

Totally Euphoric.

"I was here on 9/11–first day I left both my babies at day care.

I was living in Morningside Heights but my mom still lived downtown. EVERY fireman in Engine 18 (a block from where I grew up) died.

I expected more attacks for years. Always. Maybe still." --@rachzuck

Algorithmic art the hard way.

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The thing for tonight.

How should we treat Traitor Trump?
A menace, a psycho, a chump?
   Or all of the above;
   with a thick welder's glove
this garbage rides out to the dump.

I Think We're Alone Now (Japanese version).

"bells chime
dallying under a leaf
are you glad of it?"

--@poem_exe 3-23-20

Delightfully cursed.

( deep dreaming i presume / lanny quarles from 2021 )

Mirage #9402.

"In time, as Sir John [Masterman] shows, all the enemy agents in the United Kingdom were brought under control and turned round, so that, in effect, he and his colleagues were running the Abwehr's British service for them. My impression is that they ran it better, and transmitted higher-grade material, than ever the Abwehr would have been able to manage on its own account." --The Infernal Grove

The Dark Forest.

"Song

Down the river, down the lily, down and sing.
So still the hum, the tiny tick
Of frogs upon the lily; green tongues running,
Willow lisps a quiet wind.

Away and pebble down and sleep; the dream
Runs bare, and apple-hard and slow
The rich dark hair flows on the moon;
Necks bend to white, the long stems whisper. Sing,
And down; the lily darkly blows."

--Lorita Whitehead

You are Not the Answer.

"The bruises' runic tongues beneath the skin" --Lorita Whitehead

Retro retro.

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Cargo #558.

"I am eternally grateful to Dorothy Day for conveying to me the nicest poetical compliment I have ever received. She had been in jail in the old Women’s Prison at Eighth Street and Sixth Avenue for protesting against air-raid warnings. There the prisoners got a shower once a week. It so happened that a poem of mine had recently appeared in The New Yorker, of which the last line ran: 'Thousands have lived without love, not one without water.' One of Dorothy Day’s co-in-mates was a whore who went off to her weekly shower quoting it. 'My God,' I thought, 'I haven’t written in vain.' " --W H Auden

Sweet dreams 🌅🖤.

"Lost is that city's glory. Every gust
Lifts, with crisp leaves, the unknown Pasha's dust."

--Thomas Bailey Aldrich

GN Fam 🫂😘.

( via via @jorie_graham / me )

▲●■ 𝐷𝐸𝐶𝐼𝑆𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝑀𝑂𝑉𝐸.

"Finch doesn't draw directly on the old map because he doesn't want to forget the past. Hopes that one day that lost world will return. The overlay is only temporary, he keeps telling himself. Even as the changes become more and more permanent." --Jeff Vandermeer, Finch (2009)

"...omens of possibility."

"The Poet

He wasted richest gifts of God
   But here's the limit of his woes.
   Sleep rest him! See, above him grows
The very grass whereon he trod.

He walked with dæmons, ghouls, and things
   Unsightly...terrors and despairs,
   And ever in the blackened airs
A dismal raven flapt its wings.

Behold! within this narrow grave
   Is shut the baser part of him.
   Behold! he could not wholly dim
The genius gracious heaven gave,--

For strains of music here and there,
   Weird murmurings, vague, prophetic tones,
   Are blown across the silent zones
Forever in the midnight air."

--Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Value 📈.

( "Just went to ⁦@MSDHighSchool to retrieve Alex’s book bag from the day he was murdered in Parkland (in this box). They told me the BIOHAZARD sticker means it has Alex’s blood on it & could have bullet holes." via via @mollyjongfast / via )

b̷̛͙͚̻͎͇̬͛̃̂̋̇͋̈̅ȁ̶̹̯͖̍̅̒͊̽̒͊̿c̴̱͎̠̭̄͜o̵͍͈̙͒͛̌͆̿̓̀͆̏̚n̴̛̖̘͍̫͓̥̬͖͙̋ for r͓̽o͓̽b͓̽o͓̽t͓̽s͓̽.

Handcuffed to the hardcore
havoc where sting lingers
doublure blooming arid
obliquely 'midst secrets,
tarn. Tank Man this morning
attempts no such 'demption.

Geysering pyramid.

"In the end, it is the mystery that lasts, and not the explanation." -Sacheverell Sitwell via @MrKittyFluff via @HarrySKeeler

Old man yells at the clouds and the rain and the sky to stop.

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Holes at the end of a reel.

"Thought runs as though across a bridge that collapses behind it." --d'Annunzio, Notturno, tr Sartarelli (1921; 2011)

Katzenklavier.

"The Anger That Breaks The Man Into Children

The anger that breaks the man into children,
that breaks the child into equal birds,
and the bird, afterward, into little eggs;
the anger of the poor
has one oil against two vinegars.

The anger that breaks the tree into leaves,
the leaf into unequal buds
and the bud, into telescopic grooves;
the anger of the poor
has two rivers against many seas.

The anger that breaks the good into doubts,
the doubt, into three similar arcs
and the arc, later on, into unforeseeable tombs;
the anger of the poor
has one steel against two daggers.

The anger that breaks the soul into bodies;
the body into dissimilar organs
and the organ, into octave thoughts;
the anger of the poor
has one central fire against two craters."

--César Vallejo, tr. Clayton Eshleman and José Rubia Barcia

"Spicer and Wieners lived lives of precarity and nonconformity, their day-to-day tinctured by a psychic terrorism surely impossible to imagine."

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Round Midnight.

   glowering
allotrope loops
   awesome feast

gray milch angel
   ignites marl

"It has been most beautiful in its erasures."

"Really kind of wishing the baffling mass death thing had happened to mosquitoes instead of bees." --Saladin Ahmed on twitter

"We'll cut feather boas from the comets."

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Cubistic Monet's Eye.

"The book-poet believes; the poem-poet doubts." --Bill Knott

Space Voodoo Magic World.

"first crocus
coaxed into its bloom by
a saffron sun
I squint at the road
that you travel on"

--an'ya

Rapid Matter Reorganization .

"Many think it is reviewing which needs to be reformed, but I believe the culprit is the species, which surrounds itself with lies, and calls the lies culture, the way squirrels build their nests of dead twigs and fallen leaves, then hide inside." --William Gass

Discovery 52724.

( @gandamu_ml 2-10-22 / via )

Video Doubler still.

"Basho’s Bed

Set a ballade–
Be not sad.
No plan, I forego regret.
A wet I? Mere folly…

Dim, lacy moths, in a vigor, fall.
Ill at last, I move to (no regrets) a faded dale–
A glade, pools.
Some more go too?
No…

Jump! ol’ frog, or flop.
Mujo no oto1
…gero2…

Me, moss-looped, algael,
Added a faster gero note,
Vomit salt, all ill.
A frog, I vanish
To my calm idyll of eremite water
…gero gero…

Final pond –
A stone bed
All abates."

--Steven Fraser

("1. Mujo no oto. Japanese for ‘the sound of impermanence’. Mujo or impermanence is an important concept in Buddhism and central to Zen aesthetics. This phrase also references Basho’s original haiku, the final line of which is ‘mizu no oto’ – the sound of water.

2. Gero gero is the Japanese onomatopoeia for a frog’s croak, but is also used adverbially to describe vomiting. This pun was one of the inspirations for the poem.)

Night Mist over Highway No. 2.

"A typesetter, it's said, refused to continue work on the text [of Gaddis's novel] and sought advice from his priest, who told him he was right to desist." --William Gass, intro to 1993 ed. of The Recognitions

"Much mockery has been made of artists spelling their band names with strange typographic symbols, but in the early days of witch house this had a specific intent: namely to create a ‘lexical darknet’ (to quote Warren Ellis, the comics writer and novelist whose blog posts led me to my first discoveries in the field), whereby fans had to use the specific symbols in the band names to locate their music online."

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PSY16_EDIT01_01 (🔊).

"Any art whose colors bark and howl out loud at you is worth studying." --R A Lafferty (via @KlepsisAnnals)

Kim Dot Dammit on Last Year at Marienbad.

"Eatable as a cheek

Ending
To seem immense
Public and simplicity

Only as a cheek
At an eatable pilot-house
Like a bush

An impromptu connecting-rod
Only and polished
Polished as a mile
Remaining
Hearing

More whole than a stone
Whiter than a desire

Bent
More anxious than science
More generous than darkness
To end"

--Robot X, 1775

Alan Moore on Kenneth Grant.