( via / via )

Gates of the Celestial Mansions.

         "statue of a tornado"

flickers dancing · how divorced from the flood
of rumbles · radar-red tarrying
      & progeny willed
      for this kiteslipt world
      seems hopeless hostage
      i'd advise against it

the storm stumbles on · storying meanwhile
imps ending where none · airy presumption
      has got us this far
      blows shinbone shofar
      felt deep in the marrow
      thus we cast tomorrow

Niqodemos.

"What use? Elegant hope, fever of tune,
new now, next, in the fall, to be dust."

--Basil Bunting

"Since the death of front-man Joe Strummer in 2002, the Clash have ascended into rock-and-roll mythos." (Good article--articulates something i've long felt but been unable to argue coherently.)

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Kashmir.

"In an age of purely horizontal progress, where the mass of humanity resembles more and more that line of Chinese people being led to the guillotine about whom we read in the chronicles of the Boxer Rebellion, the only non-frivolous attitude seems to be that of the man who, while standing in line, was reading a book." --Cristina Campo via via @ambrosiobarcelo

"Grey and furtive in the final twilight..."

"in daylight
a firefly is
just an insect"

--Bashō via @bashosociety

"...the major spasmodic epics assume a dramatic form, in spite of their entire unsuitability for the stage."

( via / me )

Praise of Distance.

"Late leaves hold the snow,
unwilling still to concede
autumn's departure.
So too do I cling to hope
against every evidence."

--David Lee Kirkland in Tanka Splendor 2005

"Sovereign power seizes, disciplinary power produces, psychopower teases."

"Every single day I watch our media work their asses to the bone to make a dictatorship sound, not just okay, not just no big deal, but kind of funny and quirky and cheeky." --Cat Valente on Substack

Love is a Battlefield.

( via / me )

"Thousands of years of empirical fire experience, coded in lore, story, song lines and oral wisdom, were dismissed, in effect dissolving humanity’s hard-won understanding of how fire works in thousands of landscapes."

" 'Do not be afraid,' said Frog. 'I will be with you on the sled. It will be a fine, fast ride. Toad, you sit in front. I will sit right behind you.' " --@FrogandToadbot

"This is the kind of house where you live in your strange dreams where the world is ending in some sort of vague cataclysm you can only watch from the balcony, and then the house becomes all you have left of the world."

"I have a feeling that my boat
has struck, down there in the depths,
against a great thing.
And nothing happens!
Nothing….Silence….Waves….

—Nothing happens? Or has everything happened,
and are we standing now, quietly, in the new life?"

—Juan Ramón Jiménez via @bernardtjoy

The alligator moat. (via Mefi)

( via / via )

"I had passed this gate so many times. This time was just right."

1.
it's the growl i greet · & grateful scraping
bleeder of black · fetched from far lands
it drives off sleep · in the still, early hour
i listen for, longing · to hear halt

2.
for a year it used me · to yowl into the light
the brownyellow broadcast · brooding in the dark
raw paroxysm · with variable pause
took a tube to teach me · how to tell it to stop

3.
clues he collects · but the case never closes
he watches for a word · not yet notable
he sifts silence · among sep'rate figments
that will fall in phantomnation · & dissolve the zephyr

PIXELS in their highest condition.

"Preserve my words forever for their aftertaste of misfortune and smoke."

- Mandelstam to Akhmatova, 1931 (via @aliner)

Remix of Event Horizon.

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Nebulous Nexus.

"Last, Stone, a little yet;
And then this dust forget.
But thou, fair Rose, bloom on.
For she who is gone
Was lovely too; nor would she grieve to be
Sharing in solitude her dreams with thee."

— Walter de la Mare vis @Isidro_Li

God's conversation with daniel dennett, sitting in opposite chairs in a tv studio with a coffee table between them, small palm tree in the background.

"soft remodel"

1.
in this glorious world · the glamour of perishing
thunders...rip up the rafters to burn
i want not to watch · war take these choices
& the tender hues · Godzilla's feet huddled
bring brillig's brimful · draft away
a duration scorned · a dread saved

cloudtethered marmoset · clearing the maw

2.
eyes versed vainly · in retrospect
squirrel barely squints · where the curb starts
but i dizzy with delving · dingle prospect
hard times heavy · as a wound to know
O bright clowns to come · i counselled otherwise

"Be the lame, sooty-footed god with me instead."

( via / via )

"This generation, the generation of those called ‘Expressionist’ or ‘avant-garde’, spoke before the catastrophe; they were the Prophets of the massacre still to come..."

      "oldest known wombat"

   ice returning tosspot
   attest somber bombsight
   car radio no codebook
   keep us vessels guessing
   seating jurors sorrow
   insane the pledged angels
askew in the sky · scalding out
   snips of a sep'rate peace

Ship to Wreck.

"Poet is angry against poet to the point of assaulting him." --Callimachus, fragment 203 (Iambus xiii)

"He wanted to share some work with me..."

( via / via )

New one from FUJI​|​|​|​|​|​|​|​|​|​|​TA.

"It is an emergency that calls for patience, and to be patient in an emergency is a hard requirement." --Wendell Berry

"These furnitures are ruins, sepulchral."

"giallo"

thirlplethora plorant
applied rubber tideghost
Sumatra joe jitney
Jellico Cat kelp chips

less always less hastens
hive domain arrival
Sasquatch with a questing
quadrivalent nod goes

oil that Emma Peel rizz
airt of sundry snare-times
saved for later citing
ascend on wax backstroke

Hinge.

( via / via )

Ozymandias.

"The Power of No (palindrome)

‘No’ is a vessel bare—
So not ‘Now’!

Older, it draws no passion.

‘No’ is ivy, doom,
a moody vision.

‘No’ is sap on sward,
tired, low.

Onto No’s era!
Bless evasion."

--@SpoonerRhythms

"If the opposite of being an influencer is being influenced, in the age of 'identity capital,' fandom begins to look like a radical act."

"Some words that were originally not quite as general as they are in English today include STUFF (which was once a padded material worn under chainmail), THING (which was a local assembly), and BLOCK (which was a tree stump or log, before only later coming to mean any solid mass)." --@HaggardHawks

I asked ImageFX for a historian doing research in 2024.

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April.

"Writing was always difficult for me, even though I had begun with what is known as vocation. Vocation is different from talent. One can have vocation and not talent; one can be called and not know how to go."

– Clarice Lispector via @EverySongIveEve

Callanish Stone Circle, Isle of Lewis.

trajectory of harm
trajectory of longing
spangled sky

machine booted ⚙️

( via / via )

Winter's Gibbet.

"Many Mansions

The last majority attained,
And shut from its small house of dust,
Into the heritage of air
The spirit goes because it must:
And halts before the multiple plane
To look more ways than left and right,
And weeping walks its father's house
Like something homeless in the night:
For now less largely let abroad,
Though but the world they say is mine,
I shiver as I take the road."

--Léonie Adams

Everything is fine.

"But there are too many signs that everything that used to sustain our lives no longer does so, that we are all mad, desperate, and sick. And I call for us to react." --Antonin Artaud, "No More Masterpieces"

Coven sold separately.

( via / via )

Flickervapor.

"you and I both know · this house is haunted"

--Shakey Graves

Siberia teaches.

"Fading

So thorough the reticence
In a guise of 'itselfness'
That as good goes in trance...
And when awakened berzerks
The dancers dream
Cutting sight for a One
Not dull or wide
But thin air spatials relaxed
To fears of this to that
Received as 'Manna' truly hidden

Poison for the Prince sounding reek
That as chooser chooses the down
To fast chutes and the up of quick
Until horns blasting
He’s here...

Potentially for you in servitude
And then for self he’s less
For you, but here...comfort

Compassion on other becomes
Fire next time hardness
(Punitive measure) that sings
In the range of potential
The song of necessity bloom"

--Ovid Neal III

Looks like the Ravens have taken our side against Skynet.

( via / via )

"Goth is a look that simultaneously expresses and cures its own sense of alienation."

"orcacore"

fell calico hunting
trainthunk brillig brainstorm
have almost left Fillmore
live music refusing

in this redbrick fado
the next chapter decks you
want to go green lint trap
leaves you shorn of season

so i knock back porter
or hole where a square goes
things needed have deadnames
brillig is this illness

Life in the Long Grass.

"make love to these women · languid and bittersweet"

--Steely Dan, "Deacon Blues"

We wrangle place.

( via / via )

Cover of Bowie's Nadsat-Polari song "Girl Loves Me".

It would take so little to make a harmonious civilization.

Calvary.

"cloudtethered marksman"

Restland picnic · in the pathless wood
lurid palaver · or listless haggle
refrained frolics · freight Bifrost
contemplate culling · the pill portion
a black necessity · connives offstage
& it's springlike splendors · spangle the holocaust
visible virtually · violent arm's-length
my feed cluttered · with classic fails
& i wanted witness · to have worn a groove
not darkened sidewalk · soon disappearing
so under this sign · all our seeds we sow
belated logbook · of the lissom whiplash

Ensemble for Somnambulists.

( via / via )

Plucking Synth Song.

"Bridge of Tongues

Only after Babel the fire
That can heal words gone hard
And dry from waters stilled

To much said that brittle breaks
And leaves empty not the right
Kind of empty

Pour the water and hear
Whites shaking--
The fluid gurgle
That touched, poisons
Ascender dream

Away from Babeled thought
Over 'Other' as bridge
To new references
Where word is light for dance
From showers of the golden
Dove-tongued music
Descending

Not a place to build
The bridge will not conspire--
Draws its structure from water"

--Ovid Neal III, The Dirge of the Thin Air Dancers (1992)

monogrid 4f -> audio test 2.

"I've seen things on http://archive.org you people wouldn't believe... cyberpunk zines from Bologna, Peruvian indigenismo poetry journals, Japanese language strategy guides for cursed RPGS, recordings of Nestor Perlongher and Cuban pirate radio, haunted Robert Fludd manuscripts from the 17th century... All these files will rot away in folders I will never look at again in my Google Drive, like tears in rain..." --@thomasmurphy_

Study in orange & green.

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Occidental Mysteries.

"Early morning and I'm thinking of Pascal Mercier's words, 'Isn't it true that it's not people who meet, but rather the shadows cast by their imaginations?' " --@veronika_or

The Chariot of Venus.

"dactylonomy"

snorkel feedbag · for snared Bigfoot
burnsides peeping out · like a thongcrossed bush
      perfectly sound
      this fortress of sand
      on a street where grass grows
      & buzzards graze

Orion roughshod · frogurt flavor
Coach's Corner · the key snatched
      & then scant aid
      in the marrow tide
      for another day spared
      & wineglass calcspar

A la una yo nací.

( via / via )

"Viewers see her from K’s perspective holding up the book; its title and author, Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov, are clearly visible..."

"RINGS OF ASH
      For Cristina Campo

It’s my voices that are singing
so the others can’t sing—
those figures gagged gray in the dawn,
those dressed in the rain like desolate birds.

There is, in this waiting,
a rumor of breaking lilac.
And there is, when the day arrives,
a division of the sun into smaller black suns.
And at night, always,
a tribe of mutilated words
looks for refuge in my throat,
so that they won’t sing—
the ill-fated, the owners of silence."

--Alejandra Pizarnik via

Ghosts of Deep Ellum Live.

"Vinegar and milk, sky, ocean,
The sky's dense mass,
Everything conspires towards this quivering
Lying in the dense heart of darkness."

— Antonin Artaud (translated by Victor Corti) via @isidro_li

The Back Side of Dallas.

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Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps.

"You can travel a long way into poetry, in many directions. It’s an intellectual and personal/experiential field as complex & wide open as physics, music, biology or math. It’s not just the rotating clatter you witness in magazines or social media or the local reading scene." --@henryghenrik

The Skydrive Flying Car.

"Counterfeit

The wall of faces reverie
When seen quells guilted mind--
From fathers angered vision
To dilate and minus

The eternal bird fathoms
And folds its brown gauze
With talons from its own--
Discovered...

Intended--but from self destroyed
The fatal error combines
And as condition creates
Effulgences

The aqua vein bones in marble
Whose arcane presence boasts
Beauty--the armless dancer
Unable to hoop or swoon
To lulling chirp
Finds break
Flees to cold place
Both less than cave to crook
Telling mimer as ultimate--
Speaking salvific as caused"

--Ovid Neal III

Useful history of flying cars.

"I write often in present tense, but live in the future conditional." --@paisleyrekdal

CS Lewis Aeneid using iambic hexameter lines.

( via / via )

Indigenous Mathematics. More.

"brillig confinement"

sussuration's road · drowns out my order
or the queasy questions · that require my input
not gainfully surf guitar · though that's my druthers
      i wage hazy bebop
      or finite keeboarp
      in the green book
      of void greenbacks

once jazz jollied · a genuine herd
now it's virtual Voorwerp · revoked next tiding
under cam'ras cow · Mjollnir skulls await
      where's the swagger
      powdery bigwig
      ease the leaving
      of lemon gloving

I am a Pilgrim. (per JSR) (note the use of caesura)

   "10.
‘Answer me, Allwise!
—For all’s known to you
of the dooms, Dwarf, of beings—
how, outspread for her children,
the EARTH is named,
in each and every world?’

Allwise said:

   11.
‘ “Earth” Men call her,
but Æsir “The Fold”,
the Wanes* call her “The Ways”;
“Ever-Green” by Ettins,
by Elves “Growing One”,
by the lofty Rulers, “Loam”...' "

--Alvíssmál tr Rahul Gupta on academia.edu

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* otherwise known as the Vanir

Life goals.

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Hunger.

"For a long time, perhaps, it was difficult to make out even the faintest hint of a dark side to modernity’s universalizing motion." --Justin Smith-Ruiu

Nightporter.

"AI Hallucination"

the ghost coffeehouse · i serve by not going
puts pelf in my pocket · lets the sleeping pooch lie

The Cloud Under the Sea.

( via / via )

This was peak Renaissance Center.

"planet that should not exist"

loadmanage · liftgilver
      atomic potholder
in the murder morning · mirth seems far
      instant grits graithe
a body for being · berserk sorted
      duly docile raged
wear kink camo · call the day mine
      when i can ink something
a stalwart stanza · stokes my ego
      never mind the louring
on the rude horizon · riddle me this
      O cynosure of sinecures
does a scop shirk his · inborn aim
      when he learns to deliver words
to an empty chair · on the cheerless stage

White Psychodrama. (via @helenreflects)

"feel like we're still fully in the alchemical era of understanding how to use LLMs. ritual incantations, spooky theories of causation, people making pacts with the devil in order to make money, all normal stuff." --@kevinbaker

Are You Still Here?

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Failing and Flying.

"We evoke an order: an interim is assigned--
As a poet, perhaps, in the future predicament
Of the doubtfulness and dullness of a Third Dark Age,
Might undertake the unfashionable inditing of an epic,
Though his colleagues and his confrères confined themselves merely
To little linguistic and logical constructs,
Or deployed their egos in the Dionysiac delirium
Of surreal illumination, or psychodelic self-indulgence--
He might establish an order, by the example of this experiment,
Driving his through-road across the thickets of thoughtlessness,
And he also if temporarily, might turn the tide--
But they come back, they come back again, those currents of meaninglessness;
Language lags, and languishes away--
The Daughter of Chaos reconsolidates her reign,
Universal Darkness, and delivers it to the dunces..."

--Artorius

Comet Hale Bopp.

"first snow--
my child's footprints no longer
fit inside of mine"

--an'ya

The Last Train.

( via / me )

Uranus & Neptune may have more methane ice in their composition.

"Restland picnic"

solo conygry · can't salt
the trawler of this trail · truest heralds
in my hands haggling · happened or didn't
rune's horizon · rushing away
i can cherish choosing · vantage & version
the fnast forecast · is further disdain
the trawler of this trail · has trust issues

Petition.

"Cioran, on why one writes, from Solitude and Destiny:

'Every time you write about your obsessions, whether you are describing death, madness, the need to immerse yourself in deep waters, or a coming collapse, you are making an effort to clarify them... By placing these obsessions under the critical examination of knowledge, you exile them, albeit temporarily, to the periphery of your being.' Reminds me slightly of something Marguerite Duras said: 'When it’s in a book I don’t think it’ll hurt any more...exist any more. One of the things writing does is wipe things out. Replace them.' " --@dreamsofbeing_

Why Are We Sleeping?

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Watch your eyes.

"If there was an Old English word for ‘defenstrate’, it’d probably be *āēgþȳrlian [ɑːˈeːɣˌθyːrˠ.lɪ.jɑn] or ‘to out-eye-hole’, which would be *eyethrill today. This means ‘defenstration’ would be *āēgþȳrlung [ɑːˈeːɣˌθyːrˠ.lʊŋɡ], producing modern *eyethrilling." --@wylfcen

Still life in darkness & light.

"long story arc"

imagine this bunker · as built then
that coffee this coffee · the car except new
can't go there Gambler · your gains don't spend
in that Speelunker's Cave · yclept Spurious

gallery of wrong turns · its righteous glow
illumines the leer · on the face of losers
microplastics minister · imagine this crib
except with seepage · from a silver era

A Drapa for Roxy.

( via / via )

La Montagne d’Imsfrane.

"In a mirror or rim I dwell.
Lit, I saw in me lost, ill:
a never gone moon.
No omen: ogre, venal, lit,
solemn, I was it: ill, lewd;
I, mirror or rim, an I."

--@MerlinaAcevedo

"We have abandoned the quest for new languages."

"Pearls of price picked out of mussels,
Cairngorm stones, and studs of cornelian,
And gleaming torques of the twisted gold..."

--Artorius

In Iowa.