The kingdom of hunger
In the soft light of morning
Sets its hands on the living
Most discerning ogre
The kingdom of hunger
Lose count of the inning
Our prescriptions waning
Barely parsed anger
The kingdom of hunger
And yet the utter meaning
Does not leave us wanting
Where parades of doom linger
The kingdom of hunger
"The difficulties began when the world failed to end." --Jaspers
"And all the windy clamor of the daws
About her hollow turret..."
--Tennyson
exile's tracery worn
red fiestaware complainant
exhale from the coffeemaker
that lonely saxophonist
there are fires burning
out of control
as humans wheel in helicopters
the toaster has its own complaint
the cicadas theirs
somewhere in a large room
there's a small man bent
over his smartphone
with vengeance in his heart
The Haunting Paintings of Ken Currie.
"Getting rid of physical books because we now have databases is like getting rid of sunshine because of the existence of vitamin-D pills and cod liver oil." (There's a bit of weird semi-racist/homophobic nonsense in here which is completely irrelevant to the main point, & i don't endorse it, but the main point is sound.)
"Might autumn perhaps
utter its final farewell
through the calling stag
at dark Ogurayama,
mountain of the crescent moon?"
--Ki no Tsurayuki in: Brocade by Night
The Asemic movement was starting just as my own trajectory (to be a bit pretentious) was taking me into artificial languages--later "conlangs"--instead. At the same time my paintings were growing more & more calligraphic, until i realized i had to go back & look at precursors like Tobey & Twombly (not to mention the painting of Zen). About the only theory i had at that point...was the Tao te Ching: "those who know/ don't say".
"all the dead darkness
skyward...working the vault"
--Lissa Wolsak
"XLIV
This piano travels within,
travels by joyful leaps.
Then meditates in ferrate repose,
nailed with ten horizons.
It advances. Drags itself under tunnels,
beyond, under tunnels of pain,
under vertebrae naturally fugacious.
At times its tubes go,
slow asias yellow with living,
they go in eclipse,
and insectile nightmares delouse,
now dead to thunder, the herald of geneses.
Dark piano, on whom do you spy
with your deafness that hears me,
with your muteness that deafens me?
Oh mysterious pulse."
--Eshleman's Trilce
👾.
esmab meyonqagun
au hami evok
rah abah haqoi
esqaitti peilaqa
syaduha busai
rah epa sezoq aspevi
( 'megalopolisomancy/ in the rain I-man/ no prayer wheel/ impermanences the place/ of gabbling &/ not rain further' )
"I'm night-harversting the delicate spidery flowers of the linden tree to steep them in a tea called memory." --@Powell_DA
Another night of being wide fucking awake 🤝🏽.
"There's an old Hookland dialect word – faethorn – which means fast thinking, to see the entire, complex shape of a tree at once and be filled with a sudden compassionate understanding. It's a perfect word for the insights nature gifts the witch." --@HooklandGuide
1.
courting boygstock
in improvising a way
gnu Lyra Vlach
Calvary lung
Calvary lung
2.
faethorn barrage · perch
stilb whispers
roost arch incubus
3.
oculus
scratch out bleary
number psalms
as school grief fades
Just Like You Said It Would Be.
Pantoum Beginning and Ending with Thorns.
"november
a smell of sea salt
in gale winds
mussels hug the pilings
and gulls plant their feet"
--an'ya
"Agatha Christie had a habit of studying things so intensely that she accidentally became an expert. One time she asked an archeologist, 'Who is the world’s leading authority on Mesopotamian pottery? I need to ask them a question.'
The archeologist said, 'YOU are.' " --@SketchesbyBoze (via @JustinaRobson)
Correspondences for string orchestra & synthesized tape.
I find myself quoted (on page 173) on JSTOR--two years ago. Since then (2003?), of course, our knowledge has grown astronomically, & there's even a website. about them. My original article.
The Great [Klingon] Palindrome Contest.
"whether it's the wind
or the length of your silence
that brings this chill
I watch another leaf
fall from the autumn sky
--Thelma Mariano in Tanka Splendor 2001
Beautifully reversing pattern.
"autumn wind
a blessing is said
lies sadly broken"
--@poem_exe 3-21-20
A set of rules for the giving of academic papers in philosophy.
"mIw'a'na' 'oHbe' mIw'a'Hey'e' DamaqlaHbogh." ('The Tao you can tell is not the true Tao.' ) --Solska's Tao te Ching
Happy guy driving car, fire outside.
"[my father explains why they left me behind when defecting]
after Hoa Nyugen's 'Unrelated Future Tense'
You are the same to me.
The baby in the photo you were, dark
curls we kissed before fleeing.
Your mom was pregnant with
the one she birthed in America.
Your eyes didn't match.
One was yellower.
And no leaves on the lindens then
we didn't know if we'd see you again.
We didn't know if we'd see you again
and know leaves on the lindens then.
One was yellower.
Your eyes didn't match
the one she birthed in America.
Your mom was pregnant with
curls we kissed before fleeing.
The baby in the photo you were, dark
you are. The same to me."
--Alina Stefanescu (via)
Where can I get that stripey cardi?
"God, another day in absurdistan, Marcie says. I’m so tired of raising myself from the dead each morning.
It’s hardly the morning, I say.
I’m sick of the daily resurrection, Marcie says. I hate adding futility to futility.
Maybe this is it, Valentine says. We’ve been falling up to now, and we’ve reached the bottom. There’s nowhere further to fall.
No – we’re still falling, I say. We just don’t notice it anymore." --@UtterlySpurious
Xyzt.
"Nothing happens: I walk the razor's edge of jeopardy." --@unabridgedplath
Mark Fisher Memorial Lecture 2018.
for this i didn't die
the pneumoniadeath
colorful as it was
i am gray-because
& therefore-gray
things no longer needing to be known
Monument Mythos. (thread)
desp'rately clinging
to our carapace trails
the world
melts apace
long long days
the Unspeakable hangs unmoving in the sky
The Things They are a-Changin'.
" 'Okay then,' he said, once more as gelid as a cucumber in a prehistoric glacier." --@HarrySKeeler
Una maldición en un lenguaje extranjero.
"O.J. Berman: [about Holly] She's a phony. But she's a real phony." --Breakfast at Tiffany's
phantom poolduck syndrome
a password
you don't use anymore
Ship of Theseus
Mysteries from Forgotten Worlds.
dissolution stalks
in the word
each letter shifts shape
"If memories were all I sang
I'd rather drive a truck"
--Rick Nelson
"The brutal fact at the heart of Brexit." (thread)
"We
would not let go, stood
in the midst, a
porous edifice, and
it came"
--Hamburger's Celan
A car, a trash can & an eyeball.
The handedness of confusion is neither.
The first image captured of Chernobyl.
gabeh mancasari
gasta ava savada
yoyexa nesan
gabeh mancasari
aisyasyalati
vaveboidiyo
gabeh mancasari
gasta ava savada
( 'old fires/ talk with me/ justification story/ old fires/ affected by wine/ i denounce it/ old fires/ talk with me' )
"To TRANSNOMINATE something is to change its name." --@HaggardHawks
That was right down the street from the old library, in the same block. Once i had a drink in the "Bicycle Bar" IIRC on the ground floor. It was sort of half-hearted tiki but i felt very grown up to order a "Harvey Wallbanger". Mentioned here.(Trader Vic's was the real tiki.)
Awaiting execution
Zero tolerance finish
By the empty mezzanine
Yalta & pristine afternoons
Cauldron where the mandrill leaps
Xenodochial hose-spool
Duration of a po-zine
Well worn smooth with rotten news
Each death cultist wears a grin
Very soon the moon will rogue
Frenetic tetanus karst
Underneath our groans so stark
Ghost deadpan in the lurch
Toward tumblebugdom chary
Halting stillborn the hours
Scrutinized under desire
In shadowless realm marooned
Reclusive muon donor
Just so your children will know
Quasimodo as spires wane
Kudos from Aceldama
Proceed in the plan you made
Luckily discountenanced
Or forced soon to jettison
Moreover red to the touch
New indictments will ratchet
Numismatical relics
Murmuring for rabbit's sake
Only a snafu illumed
Lest the fluorescents go dim
Perchance a franchise revived
Koolaid & the suasive div
Qualia out of dead mouths
Jocund brocaded zither
Roko's medusa scavenged
Iridescent rigid dirge
Singed shrimp cocktail gunner's death
Hops onboard with a limp thud
Theremincemeat angelance
Going after the faint sign
Unsuspected by saint-fine
Flerd among mongrels enough
Versed in cloud decipherment
End up punting the chiptune
Wyrdfall pottage of rafters
Dies for want of a desert
Xanthippe tells me can wait
Cold sepia waters twine
Yesterday's betrayals spool
Bowdlerized for pattern sleep
Zither at a protest march
At once torment & a charm
All this snare Because i Care
Darkling bind Each toxic Find
Gucumatz Hoard the moored Ink
Jangling gift Kylix no Lift
Meanwhile the News sludge Oozes
Paradox Quagmire glad Rag
Seducing Toad with churn Urn
Vertigo Whist vets Xyster
Yawing maw of Zingaree
"MERMAIDS (Palindrome by Anagrammed Words)
Rawest prettiness luring,
marine sprites speed —
leap,
charming deniers.
Float, siren, risen aloft!
Nereids,
marching pale deeps,
persist —
remain,
ruling persistent waters."
--@Anthony_Etherin
"What the distinction of place means is indifferent to the unfinished man; like the fool, he does everything at all places without distinction. Fools, therefore, achieve reason when they recover the sense for time and place. To put different things in different places, to allot different places to things that differ in quality – that is the condition for all economy including even that of the mind. Not to put in the text what belongs to the footnotes, not to put at the beginning what is to be put at the end, in short, spatial differentiation and limitation belong also to the wisdom of the writer."
—Ludwig Feuerbach (‘Principles of the Philosophy of the Future’, in The Fiery Brook: Selected Writings, p. 234, trans. Zawar Hanfi)
as the winds have gathered
the winds have left
i built a raft
shelter
as humans will do
faced with impossible furtherance
"Autumn Comes
For base and noble the same end
When every ambition's won or lost.
Galloping waves urge on the endless night,
Falling dew hurries the brief dawn.
--From 'Song of the Underworld' (Tai k'ao-li hsing) by Pao Chao (414-66)
The wind in the wu-t'ung startles the heart, a lusty man despairs;
Spinners in the fading lamplight cry chill silk.
Who will study a bamboo book still green
And forbid the grubs to bore their powdery holes?
This night's thoughts will surely stretch my guts straight:
Cold in the rain a sweet phantom comes to console the writer.
By the autumn tombs a ghost chants the poem of Pao Chao.
My angry blood for a thousand years will be emeralds under the earth!"
--Li Ho
"What, after all, is a project but a Brocken spectre on the slopes of time?" --Eudaemonist blog
"Prolix Caltrop" is the name of my next band.
"to discourage you by telling" --@horse_ebooks 9-24-13
SpaceX Falcon 9 B1073 launches.
newly sunlit, these
setback mornings, to show me
short grass white with dew.
now i can see why my shoes
always get soaked at the toes.
entrainment
snafu stilb drawer
fain tierce angst
ampule lest inch
star asset
"In Prague (Praha) (Palindrome)
Today: Praha illicit.
‘Amen’ I croak.
Fake no trial, acid arena,
for – ponder – castle felt…
sacred? No. Profane,
radical air, tone ‘Kafka’ or…
cinematic, ill;
I a harpy, a dot."
--@Spoonerrhythms
"One draws a magic circle around oneself to keep everything out that doesn't fit one's secret games. Each time life breaks through the circle, the games become puny and ridiculous. So one draws a new circle and builds new defences." from Bergman's Through a Glass Darkly (as quoted by Lars Iyer's blog Spurious)
"Not knowing when the dawn will come
I open every door;
Or has it feathers like a bird,
Or billows like a shore?"
--Emily Dickinson
two holidays ahead
should be our last try
for Boygstock
"Some corridors happily display their ghosts – all invisible footsteps, collisions with people not actually there, perfunctory greetings from disembodied voices – in daylight. Hooklanders have long called alley spirits 'narwegs' and the term is now often applied to hall phantoms." --@HooklandGuide
"While déjà vu is the unusual feeling that you have already seen something before, DÉJÀ RÊVÉ is the feeling that you have previously dreamed something that is currently happening." --@HaggardHawks
"PALINDROMES (Palindrome by Triples)
You forced voices,
played trade.
So, maestro mind,
pale to palindromes —
to made, strayed places,
voiced for you."
--@Anthony_Etherin
