"Larry Gagosian had a Bob Dylan opening. He was in the back room. Richard Serra was allowed in."
"And Gobblins haunt from Fire, or Fen,
Or Mine, or Flood, the Walks of Men."
--Collins
"thunder egg"
the riddle still · stirious dawn
dark red warehouse · whispering lies
in the subfusc welter · i snake through curbs
a bird fossil · warbling fades
crow's grave lolled
twister issue
aggry dredge
ballroom averse
went clang morgue
"After only a few centuries of intensified state support for their endeavors, the magicians succeed in extracting potentially world-destroying powers from matter. Then the state turns its attention from the physical world to the world of information, or if you prefer from nature to spirit, or what is sometimes revered as the Word. It begins courting that other class of magicians, the ones who specialize not in drawing powers out of matter, but in casting spells and other forms of more abstract wizardry. Within another century we arrive at the present moment, 2024, and the wizards have already managed to start drawing world-destroying powers out of language-processing too." -Justin Smith-Ruiu
Just another scary cyborg dog.
Wacky 70s-psychedelic kidshow AI short.
"O these ways, galactic..."
--Hamburger's Celan
"Yeats doesn't give us an answer.."
"broken set"
1.
large gouge · in the long game
it all seems now like a song
geode feathers · fangle the gyre down
Impala with glasspaks
this dust coating · my dark gray Accord
clown wielding a claw hammer
2.
that immersion in midnight · for however long
looks like now · no ersttraik
i construct straight-up · strawmen of me
to josh at & juggle · bogus journey
but oftenest advertize · my own bad faith
in claiming this clown · only excluded was
our paths perish · even as we pick them
& the bronze breakage · in the town square broods
3.
a little green gathered · against construction
pale hour · puttin' on
for now nothing · nattering hugely
almost the real sounds range · from ribbon to trestle
i could speak to you & don't · i am direly spared
we have talked of the taken · too soon closest
one joins the whitecoats · for a customary joust
they find them a furnished · fathom of wasplight
celadon flowering · a flavor culled
from the burnt bouquet · from the boondoggle jackpot
"All the other advantages of instruction are without interest."
"FOR A BROTHER IN ASIA
The self-transfigured
guns
ascend to heaven,
ten
bombers yawn,
a quick-firing flowers,
certain as peace,
a handful of rice
expires as your friend."
--Hamburger's Celan
"The Folk Horror Revival, which started in the early to mid 2010s, really picked up speed around the end of the decade." [Her] question about what might be the American equivalent is worth pondering. Two thoughts: our best folk horror novel is hiding in plain sight: Toni Morrison's Beloved. Second, there is an active haunted-house tourist circuit, a busy subculture for ghost hunting as well as an adjacent one that is urban ruin-photography/exploring (for which Detroit is famous, but ruins are everywhere, outside the few cities people are still flocking to); but i think the chief form that this takes here is "Liminalcore"...
"We desperately need access to values and wisdom..."
"It would be absurd to pretend that we are more than intermittently conscious of the poet's meaning."
Goblin nib in nil bog.
"For whom do we scrape our tribute of pain..."
"the joy of unfolding my shining"
dwell in a dwale blizzard
this sad moribund mall
roadworked mark
our revered video store
now labelled For Lease--
vampire-lynched
"good friday"
explain to yourself · in splintery dark
crash cricketfare · accruals spiderward
flung on the valley floor · flayed dolmens
sussuration's rile · in your ears ringing
years-before yearnings · useless in the gray light
The Man Who was Thursday & then philosophy died.
“We were watching a battle, but it took clean forms.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, The Master of Go
"moonbase alpha feng shui"
my snow-white tan
is off the chain
seasonturn
of my snow-white tan
Sothic astatine
in the ghost kitchen
my snow-white tan
is off the chain
Abandoned Shopping Malls: a Search Result Set.
"noem"
knowing knucklewhite · a minute amount
in the routine cerulean · as i ride forth
what can i whistle · of this 'planked wharfage' now
peeling label · on the lorn mailbox
old song · sort of a sad triumph
who scored an escape · & lives forever scared
Palindrome: Namer ylespil ceded eclipse lyreman. (ylespil= hedgehog; lyreman= cicada)
Baumhausquerschnittszeichnungennostalgie.
"THE PLAINS
(Aelindrome in the Square Root of 3) 173205080756887729
Hazy heat wallowed.
Beasts had owed the plains
time’s pantomime:
crows begging the moon;
sins adoring sins.
A moon singing,
the crows began to mime.
Time’s plains
wed the past,
shadowed below
a lazy heath."
--@Anthony_Etherin
"The day after is the longest day. And it is just as unspeakable."
"a stellar key to the summer land"
Surrender curdles the · Rent according to the castle rats
Error to draw on a dragon it's · Enough to wrassle cats
Rebrand as a broker & · Put out the black lights
Prolong the ruse & prowl on · Ebay if you lack blights
Even the nabobs who know · No wrong dilemma
Never allow one wind of · This long maremma
The pivot to hedge-Aptos prunes · Samba-belong-Gehenna
"There has hardly been a better answer to What is Poetry?"
DOI CMANA CIPNI
.I .E'O DENPA .I .AI
FI DO DUNDA LE
NOTCI PO'U DI'E .I
MI TATPI LEVI TERDI
(Lojban translation of the preceding.)
Celan, Mandelshtam, Dickinson.
"I do not know whether you know all that is to be known concerning small mirrors: but of this, silence."
— Arthur Machen (in a letter to James Branch Cabell, February 17, 1918) via @Isidro_Li
The Cobweb (1955). ☆☆☆
"He [Gottschalk] is a significant witness to the history of the Latin lyric, for his example proves that whenever the personal conditions were present which were propitious to the expression of intimate feeling there was a possibility of lyrical poetry. In this sense the lyric has no continuous history." --F J E Raby, A History of Secular Latin Poetry in the Middle Ages (1934)
"Just a moment, please,
you cuckoo from the mountains.
I want to give you
this message to deliver:
'I am weary of the world.' "
--Mikuni no Machi in: Brocade by Night
Surprising identities of the Argletonians.
"A-sway,
On red rose,
A golden butterfly…
And on my heart a butterfly
Night-wing'd."
—Adelaide Crapsey (Shadow, 1911-1913) via @twicktwit
Anton Chekhov: "King David had a ring with the inscription 'All things pass.' Whenever I feel sad those words cheer me up, but when I'm cheerful they make me sad." --@DarrellEpp
"Sentimentality, the parading of excessive & spurious emotion, is the mark of dishonesty. The wet eyes of the sentimentalist betray aversion to experience, fear of life, an arid heart; & it is always, therefore, the signal of secret & violent inhumanity—of cruelty"
— James Baldwin via @Harmony_Holiday
Vortex. Once i was standing inside this, & i saw snowflakes coming down from the hole in the top. Magical.
“Keep thou
Thy tearless watch
All night but when blue-dawn
Breathes on the silver moon, then weep!
Then weep!”
—Adelaide Crapsey (Anguish, 1911-1913) via @twicktwit
For those who keep count. (via @gretathunberg)
"maker of schemes"
marrowdeep black mirror
mark one bonus carcass
through the huge jade judges
i jouk with cur worries
call it local color
call it moral squalor
radio rides shotgun
the riddle stays hidden
drake in the pool's droll gaze
no drink may blur inkly
visit again vanguard
avert from none hurting
The sonic wasn't an afterthought.
"We always find ourselves
here,
my earth-mate:
unwashed, unpainted,
in the shafthead
of the beyond where"
— Paul Celan (translated by Nikolai Popov & Heather McHugh) via @isidro_li
"Dogs Get Cancer Too"
Red tiptinged gold
then a pure chromatic orange
wherever i abscond
the work is soon with me
i gather persimmon traces
from the floor of a subway car
scumbled over by a
charcoal gray
i look into faces
that might have once held light
now they are like everything
buried too long
i can only free colors
(1989)
Treasure trove of rare 50s-70s European avant-garde LPs to download.
"The dead are tired of poppies." --Marina Tsvetaeva
Wine.
"Hail, thou high-built hall, thou
home of foaming ale-horns!
Ring, ye lofty rafters
rimmed with smoke-blacked timbers!
Hear me, mighty high-seat
hewn with well-honed rune-spells!
Hearken, fiery hearth and
heed my skald-brewed word-mead!..."
--Jere Fleck in Speculative Poetry and the Alliterative Revival
"As I gaze out,
Neither blossom nor Autumn leaves
Are here;
In a beachfront hut
On an Autumn evening."
"And one kiss burnt the imperfect woof apart.."
"darkness at 1:40PM"
eclipse-dust in clover
clerisy gone turnkey
blood of the milk martyrs
matched donations snack bar
upside down this oil well
Naturally decayed film from early 20th century cinema.
"I guess it's a sign of the times when you can finally kinda sorta have a conversation with a computer like in Star Trek, but I feel kinda meh about it." --@ArntRJohansen@mstdn.io
"Thought runs as though across a bridge that collapses behind it." --d'Annunzio, Notturno, tr Sartarelli (1921; 2011)
"maddened by shivelights"
tying mask i frisk with
brunt of the weird hunt-play
salted-away Piltdown
burgers fuel for lurgy
Gollumwards this shell game
& none kens its gun-airt
palindromic namesake
O daft fado bodkin
shoggothwards the dord's shards
pant vantablack coffee
"the foehn"
dread in my yardang droog
the glare snapping gladly
hangs by a dragline
music seems monstrous
& yet we must use it
among ghost yarrows
the chill churlish · i
squint at one more squamous
chore squirrelcage
"WEREWOLF (Palindrome)
Flow, a name’s lupine, moonlit side.
We distil no omen:
I pulse —
Man, a wolf."
--@Anthony_Etherin
darkness so intense
it makes hallucinations
daylight-coherent
bulbous thegnmobile marred by
sheer reality skidmarks
ghazal of the long dying
nothing can be made of this except dying
i wanted to write about three narcissists
but my ears were filled with the sound of thousands dying
why do we build these hellish pyramids
when all they do is turn our worship to dying
no god or democratic vote can rid
the people of these parasites, save dying
Graywyvern's poem says: better you lift a hand
against the nearest tyrant, or fail dying
the bigness of their littleness fills the sky
Anybody who has survived his childhood.
"provenance"
reps ruing · the horizon of emptiness
past frolicking · at the fish doorbell
storm stirious · study of radar screens
buried for days · aboard a doxology
"After the combat of eagles comes the combat of octopuses."
"we should probably completely change the way we think before we go training machines to think" --@saturnalreturn
Immeasurable units of pain defied all logic gates.
“A place weeping enters our sleep, a place weeping enters our sleep and never leaves.
For a single Israeli casualty there are 100 Palestinian casualties. The implications of this assumption are constantly reiterated to make them acceptable and normal.”
--John Berger on Gaza, 2009 (via)
▣.
"From a Survivor
The pact that we made was the ordinary pact
of men & women in those days
I don't know who we thought we were
that our personalities
could resist the failures of the race
Lucky or unlucky, we didn't know
the race had failures of that order
and that we were going to share them
Like everybody else, we thought of ourselves as special
Your body is as vivid to me
as it ever was: even more
since my feeling for it is clearer:
I know what it could and could not do
it is no longer
the body of a god
or anything with power over my life
Next year it would have been 20 years
and you are wastefully dead
who might have made the leap
we talked, too late, of making
which I live now
not as a leap
but a succession of brief, amazing movements
each one making possible the next"
--Adrienne Rich
"I was silent and nothing came of it."
"For the Dead
I dreamed I called you on the telephone
to say: Be kinder to yourself
but you were sick and would not answer
The waste of my love goes on this way
trying to save you from yourself
I have always wondered about the leftover
energy, water rushing down a hill
long after the rains have stopped
or the fire you want to go to bed from
but cannot leave, burning-down but not burnt-down
the red coals more extreme, more curious
in their flashing and dying
than you wish they were
sitting there long after midnight"
--Adrienne Rich
"Flanged arrows as flinder-
Fledges leapt from edges
Over shields, bows shrilling,
When shank-deep was dankness
Of gore. Then steel-geared they
Girded murder-hungry
Blades amid the bloody
Blend of that foe-spending."
--Rahul Gupta
"Sylvia Plath and Adrienne Rich hung out once at a party in Cambridge, MA. April 11th, 1958."
"In English bookstores the remaindering period for first novels is seventeen days." --George Steiner (1994)
500 yoga posed statues using real donated human teeth.
"eclipse themed slush"
rotating reefs · arrest motion
with scalded hands · this scrytch lamp
of labiodentals · in the dark library
sundered by seraphs · silver bladed
& joined by jerry-rigged · jubilations
bassoon indigo · enters the sealed box
Archaeologists rediscovered a giant geoglyph of a killer whale.
