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The Plan.

"The book of nature

   Professor of sobbing--I said to a tree--
stick of quicksilver, murmurous
linden, at the bank of the Marne, a good student
is reading in your deck of cards, in your dead foliage,
between the obvious water and the false sun,
his three of hearts, his queen of diamonds.

   Rector of the chapters of heaven,
of the ardent fly, of the manual calm there is in asses;
rector of deep ignorance, a bad student,
is reading in your deck of cards, in your dead foliage
the hunger for reason that maddens him
and the thirst for dementia that drives him wild.

   Expert in shouts, conscious tree, strong,
fluvial, double, solar, double, fanatic,
knowledgreable in the cardinal roses, totally
embedded, until blood spurts, in stingers, a student
is reading in your deck of cards, in your dead foliage,
his precocious, telluric, volcanic king of spades.

   Oh professor, from having been so ignorant!
Oh rector, from trembling so much in the air!
Oh expert, from so much bending over!
Oh linden! Oh stick murmuring by the Marne!"

--Eshleman & Rubia Barcia's Vallejo

"The accelerated destruction of the United States, the global economy, and the modern liberal democratic order is underway. Yet Curtis Yarvin – Peter Thiel’s 'house philosopher,' who has been advocating such extremism for years – is disappointed." (via @mollyjongfast.bsky.social)

"autumn wind
my wind-bleached bones
pierces a cloud"

--@poemexe.com

Wharn ompiallo yeorem helmth lascade.