The House that Jack Built [#13]--my favorite episode.
"day after day
I search for bedrock
chain and anchor
the distant shore lies gilded
by rays of setting sun"
--Kristy Karkow in Tanka Splendor 2005
"Toad ran home and slammed the door.
There, on the floor, he saw his white, four-holed, big, round, thick button.
'Oh,' said Toad. 'It was here all the time. What a lot of trouble I have made for Frog.' "
--@FrogandToadbot
"...How,
with flayed hand,
shall we pluck the white lyre
that rides the black thorax
of the zika mosquito,
resplendent in her viral robes?"
--Toxicon and Arachne
Little Ayse and the Magic Dwarfs in the Land of Dreams.
if it is already dim
what grows dimmer
carousel of lost fruits
device-agnostic
enveloped
by August suds
nunydjo barja
the Whelk
has it
Moving layers at different speeds.
"ROSES ARE RED (Palindrome)
Wonder erases
or passes,
someway,
my awe.
Mosses, sap...
Roses are red now."
--@Anthony_Etherin
wound solid
sundry ingots
advertize
ostiole moss
"Quod she, shal hee scape thus? shal a stranger geue me the slampam?
With such departure my regal segnorye frumping?"
--Stanyhurst's Aeneid
Farbstreifen / Bedienungsanleitung.
playing Uno as Hawaii burns
though here on dry land into the ocean scram
hordes & principalities like germs
according to the lack of planning's plan
we had a pretty good run & cleared the earth
of lifeforms, min'rals, sundry mountaintops;
struggled amongst ourselves while trash usurps
& found our purpose in pursuit of sloth.
i like to think tomorrow another kind
of game will be in force, but whether or not
the fires leave much besides, i yet indite
as if the days had not by dust been pawned,
& motley made the weed of the mappëmunde
small SENSE
these days ELECT
guru in NEHRU
among the salmon running · SCROD
ETUDE
It's the sound of your world collapsing.
"No bedlam now lived among.
No sadness -- send a song." --Satire: Veritas
Adjacently aqueous aberration.
"WINE (Palindrome by Pairs)
New ink riddles.
O, stir this thirst!
So led, drink wine."
--@Anthony_Etherin
with DEATH
sense is EXTRA
your desert salt ATTIC
only to parry one more TRICK
with HACKS
Lick.
tide tourney of shadows
attuned to unicorn
rainbow splatter writing
if a ringtone lingers
it's dawn-shards & shindig
They say pivot, we say fulcrum.
It still haunts me every night.
"I'm ultra for a style malign. In Rome a toga was worn, even." --Satire: Veritas
always leave a trace
in your tourney of shadows
this funereal tryst
always leave a trace
the world's own albatross
prince of thin maladies
always leave a trace
in your tourney of shadows
"What we did to the earth, we did to our daughters..."
"The Nevermore-To-Be
Lady, be the chatelaine
Of my vagrant dreams and vain:
Knowing naught is true and fair
Save the love that is despair,
In thy heart's withholden visne
Share with me the might-have-been,
Weave with me the sorcery
Of the nevermore-to-be.
Lady, let us pluck delight
Only from a forfeit night,
From the bedded myrtles strewn
'Neath a never-risen moon.
From the coil of years made free
In the climes of reverie,
Flee we to the phantom Troy
Of a time-forbidden joy.
Lady, be the chatelaine
Of my vagrant dreams and vain:
Be thou true and be thou kind
To the love we shall not find—
Sweet as aught the sirens sang:
Tome shall bring no dearer pang
Nor a mightier sorcery
Than the nevermore-to-be."
--Clark Ashton Smith
"This house I sleepwalk through is part jazz, part aspic."
"Rude, durable rats, inward drawn..." --Satire: Veritas
Random glitchwave on an old hard drive 🌊 💾.
"I talk radical, pontifical, misallied,
Or heterodox alfaki religion."
--Satire: Veritas
As seen from a passenger plane.
“One wave courses from this side
The other from that, and we in the middle
Are tossed about in a black ship”
τὸ μὲν γὰρ ἔνθεν κῦμα κυλίνδεται,
τὸ δ’ ἔνθεν, ἄμμες δ’ ὂν τὸ μέσσον
νᾶϊ φορήμμεθα σὺν μελαίναι
#Alcaeus via @sentantiq
the paperclip fact'ry
unmakes the world
no other aim than vict'ry
the paperclip fact'ry
insane stands sentry
each brisk tool you'd wield
the paperclip fact'ry
unmakes the world
Galactic Coordinates #9
R༙྇A༙྇ 1༙྇1༙྇1༙྇m༙྇ |༙྇ D༙྇e༙྇c༙྇ +༙྇9༙྇°༙྇ 9༙྇′༙྇ 9༙྇″༙྇
☈ The Lost Towers.
"Maori paths I pass alive." --Satire: Veritas
Wise men saving the book of tegodego from a burning library.
snug & raw was i
ere i saw war & guns
quite the smug Pharisee
snug & raw was i
on the Champs Élysées
lost myself in looter bargains
snug & raw was i
ere i saw war & guns
"I tried very much to write Flora Segunda in the tradition of a dime novel."
"Thus, 707 begins and ends with 7: the latter encircles the central abyss of 0." --The Number and the Siren
"There is an emotional bend around which you cannot go if you want to continue to be reasonably sane."
pay me in Hong Kong dollars
on the shore of the billabong
when you run out of healers
pay me in Hong Kong dollars
most plush of empty space fillers
when whisper is the choicest bung
pay me in Hong Kong dollars
on the shore of the billabong
"At the time of the harvest
Ruined Urakami Cathedral
Deep sorrow"
--Shuoshi Mizuhara
「麦秋の中なるが悲し聖廃墟」水原秋櫻子 via
Consensus, like the commons, does have its centrifugal force: but hardly anyone can be brought to see that it is a matter of preserving the possibility of justice, that we maintain it.
"The Process
how much more
will I see
or see again:
the problem
hurts. I have
no eyes to
see it, no
flesh or time
to see it
through. A day
walks from sun
to shadow
on grass wet
from a last
sweet rain. It
solves itself
outside me
in the air.
I am with
the old men
watching one
spring go out."
--Robert Kelly
Coffeemaker. (via @sentantiq)
More here. An essay on translating Celan into Japanese.
“Promised Land
Dispart the frost-white boughs, and lo!
The world of winter, mile on mile;
Wind-wavy seas of unplumbed snow,
Then endless peaks and one defile.
The high elect would fear to cross
Those wastes unconquerable, ideal:
There lies your path; count all as loss,
Cast armour by, lay down your steel;
For you shall walk the sheer gulf’s brink,
Through glass-blue caves all brittle spars
And flaws. Thereafter you shall sink,
Snowblind in slush, beneath the stars.”
–-Charles Spear
"In fact, two of the seven volumes of his Gesammelte Werke are devoted entirely to translation."
“In some old, forgotten place
in the ruins of a bell tower,
a lonely whispering
disturbs the silence: someone
is composing a lullaby.”
— Ailbhe Ní Ghearbhuigh, Babel (vai @zaharaesque)
Pseudo motivational art quote.
"It is a world for the spider, for dark webs woven in darkness." --Edith Sitwell [Pluto]
The Automynorcagrammatical Raven plus 2 corrections to Satire: Veritas.
"Cordelia's Song
The moon shines whitely; I shall take
My silk umbrella, lest the moon
Too warmly fall upon the lake
And cause my bridal flowers to swoon.
The sparrow's sorrow is in vain,
And so does he his bride forget.
I wed the long grass and the rain,
And seven sailors dripping wet.
And shall not you and shall not I
Keep tryst beside this silent stream,
Who thought that we should rather die
Than wed the peacock's amber dream?
The moon shines whitely, I shall take
My silk umbrella, lest the moon
Too coldly fall upon the lake
And chill my bridal flowers too soon."
--Vincent Starrett (via) (via)
Another e-lipogram novel. (via).
"The Greek government declared that Rhodes evacuation (due to out-of-control wildfire) is the largest in the country's history 🇬🇷" (via @gretathunberg)
i did but play awhile along the shore
why do those silent watchers throng the shore
feedback corridors took all my love
as mountain strongholds ever wrong the shore
eyrie & carillon where you see blocks
of luxe apartments · nymphs dugong the shore...
but let Graywyvern vie worn-figured pools
who find in that most puissant vap the shore
"I like music that makes me think there’s something wrong with my car." --@vagtalk
The struggle against the times, the struggle against the material, & now--the struggle against the algorithms.
"I wanted to bring that magic to everyone."
voidvotive plethora
plastic Jesus avid
under wings of Mothra
Klingon-shunned brow-devoid
Confessions of a Psycho Cat. The one and only!
Along the wind-curved sandhills
Spiralling along the wind.
Curved by incessant thinking
Longboats spiralling along.
Em'rald glow of avalanche
Ravens spiralling away.
Along the wind-curved bulwarks
Scarabs borne upon the wind,
Carving the em'rald highways.
May the Sorcerer Be With You. Melanie dives deep into one of my favorite movies, perhaps the greatest Existentialist work of art...
Without a compass, the labyrinth is the world.
Medea. (Spanish subtitles)
Absence. (I-lipogram)
"These gears which ran in oil for week
By week, needing no look, now will not work;
Those manors mortgaged twice to pay for love
Go to another."
--Auden
Looping fluid pixels with code.
this world with all its mirror-reflections
& mirror-laws
a glare in the dark garage
but my feet know the way
sound of something falling
i go in there i know what it is
onions
that appeared in the night
the struggle imparted
"AND THE FALCON CAME
The gunmetal feathers
Of would not be put aside, would not falter.
The wing knuckles
Of dividing the mountain, of hurling the world away behind him.
With the bullet brow
Of burying himself headfirst and ahead
Of his delicate bones, into the target
Collision.
The talons
Of a first, last, single blow
Of grasping complete the crux of rays.
With the tooled bill
Of plucking out the ghost
And feeding it to his eye flame
Of stripping down the loose, hot flutter of earth
To its component parts
For the reconstitution of Falcon.
With the eye
Of explosion of Falcon."
--Ted Hughes
"Michael Jordan is the Earl Grey of slam dunks." --Witscript 3 in The Journal of Wordplay, #1
Something from the Dark Times🖤.
"A not admitting of the wound kind of night. I would renounce all poets for Emily Dickinson, says Cioran." --@dreamsofbeing_
phosphors burnt in
even the air itself
floaters for the last time
roadblocks that we'll meet again
follow the redbrick road
