“Ku-poh did not think that justice has anything to do with dreadful things or with courage. He thought that justice resembles a short scream. He was sorry that he thought of justice in that way. But justice should work like an air-conditioner, which adjusts the temperature automatically. It is wonderful that the air conditioner utters a scream whenever it is broken. It is more wondrous than it is for a tiger to smoke a cigarette.” —The Daily Life of Ku-Poh the Novelist
“The Romance of Leprosy”
Chinese vermilion
against bitter indigo;
lipstick’d paperclip,
benign arroyo. Alien
cast to the sky until Aleppo.
Opalescent desires stalk
this song without words
i follow like the harsh skalds
who chose thickest darkness for their work.
Graywyvern i unwilling
& sometimes Django:
carving malign vermilion
into candy canes, night into indigo.
Suitable art for the Cthulhucene.


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