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A Short Introduction to Carnatic Music.

"if 500 people read your posts that means you’ve got about the same readership that Moby Dick had during Melville’s lifetime" —https://substack.com/@simsben1

My old review of The Skin.

funicular nescience
the same nab & tablet

behind a van vending
sky vanishment psyop

words to a quid welded
what next world unsnecks them

"The equivalent in not-quite contemporary English might be a four poster bed."

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Bela Lugosi's Dead.

"Most optimistic I feel about anything is when I recall that it was way harder to get to where US is now from where it started than it will be to get to where we need to go from where we currently are.

It’s largely a matter of decolonizing our minds now. That’s why they wanna control what we see."
—@otsumamiboy.bsky.social

Kashmir.

"Stechschritt"

redbrick Delphi, dither
the leaf dance of fancy
barbed wire in the wheelwells

my contrail wisp daunting
nothing so nab-curbside
in the quidnunc monkdom

gullwing days that gutter

United States of America (1968).

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Between Poetry and Painting.

"And not even the blasphemers of the demiurge have dared to deny that the universe is most beautiful, but rather, they maintain that because of this beauty, souls are harmed."

—Proclus

Tunak Tunak Tun.

'fragiloquent' joss stick
the road jungled tungsten

pale cerulean piecework
roll periscope marrow

broken bricks in piles

On the Occasion of the 1,600th Anniversary of the Birth of Proclus . (pdf)

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From "I Have a Dream" to "We Have a Nightmare".

in the dim cold carnal
bewilder-calm, building
a road riddled darksome
what we rued in woodness
can't prepare the portion
that finds patient seiching
radio blurts blitzkrieg
falls on the blunt suntan

Stripsody.

Cowardice has its own gravity.

Mercedes Benz.

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"The ways in which we continue to care for each other and fight for each other are part of a much longer tradition of survival."

"If America wants to control the world that's fine as long as everyone on Earth is able to vote for who gets to be President of the United States" —@redactedtext.bsky.social

The Colossus of Ylourgne.

desp'rate sunlights dabble
as the hulks delve Melville
whirling of ropes raptor
scuttles rude Buddha
my path made of missteps
inquest amok buckles
the same face or foreign
dark festering westward
whirligig town tendered
for horntoads & doornails
fathoms of false answers
to drown funny Dunwich

"...she influenced the work of her companion, the artist Klimt and featured in his work."

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Letter to Lorca Written on his Piano.

"Then there you lie like the one warm spark in the heart of an arctic crystal."
—@mobydickatsea.bsky.social

The Dissection.

sparsely adorned sprockets
wan spigot of figments
winter this is whalebone
of the hardware hourglass

book with pages plucked out
a read purely curio
carbonized veldt venom
as i roar vast castoffs

New logo.

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December on the Sun.

bothsidesing swavory
flesh-eating bacteria
pale cerulean pearshape
riddled poxwith sockeye

swasivious solvent
here to sub for near-miss
the death toll tilting
in the part-time rhyme scheme

one more cyber war-buick
shining wind-dredge sinus
one more terrible tap dance
amputees are seized with

Siwarha detected?

"Yet if it ever be your fate to write,
Let your Productions pass the strictest Hands,
Mine and your Father's, and not see the Light,
'Till Time and Care have ripen'd ev'ry Line.
What you keep by you, you may change and mend,
But words once spoke can never be recall'd."

—Horace, Ars Poetica 386-390 tr Roscommon 1743

Winter sun, waniand.

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Frankenrecipe.

"villapleach, vollapluck" —Finnegans Wake

Hasta la Raíz.

"Lardil"

house driven to—haven
costlier—hoarse morsel
& our sleepwalk slaughter
drops slag on this ragtime
mirrordark reminded
page of melting feldspar
eclipe dust soft dithers
the old door of glory

when the gurgle's gurney's
trundle's gone i'll pawn it
sun that won't rise, ruin
to dwell, rudely welling

Lardil.

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John Henry, except duelling Year's-End poems. (thread)

"Glitter Bowie days there is Be Bop Deluxe, all chrome dreams and future shock melodies. One moment they fly high, big stages, bright lights. Next moment – poof – he suicide the whole thing. He need new form, new escape route. Then come ‘79… Red Noise, sharp angles, nervous machines clicking behind him like haptic robot. He push rock until it snap and fall apart in his hands. After, he dive solo, electronics, strange atmospheres, soundtracks for cities that don’t exist. Every album like small experiment performed in deserted hospital corridor." —qtd on Dennis Cooper's blog via feuilleton

Transplant.

Nibelungfish Nardil
the light nurker gherkin
lost in the plaid pages
or seichesplash plantation
attic room no racecourse
your neighbor rune moonwalks
on the walls sketched skulkers
at banquet skew futile

Black Friday.

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3 biggest sources of microplastics are tires (45%), synthetic clothing particles (35%) and paint (~10%).

"If I decided it was too much bother to clean my house so I moved into an igloo in Antarctica for the rest of my life, you'd think I was awful stupid.
Tech bros deciding they'd lose too much profit if they stopped destroying the Earth because they can move to Mars someday is even stupider." —@ashleyzacharias.bsky.social

No Headstone on my Grave.

mist-assailed maunder
suddenly mugged flutter
what am i to art with
flesh actual in thresh-teeth

Song-Hall of the Bone-Mother.

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Everyone's craziest archive stories.

"science fiction jellies"

the vein hungers, verdant
lawn, varying airspace;
an eye upon pinwheel
gossamers —pus gloaming—
the eye has airts hymnaled
& uneathes brings ringtone
caparison else silence

the vein, sung once, hungers

Pink nitrogen ribbon aurora.

"Nostalgia is a product of dissatisfaction and rage. It's a settling of grievances between the present and the past. The more powerful the nostalgia, the closer you come to violence. War is the form nostalgia takes when men are hard-pressed to say something good about their country." —White Noise

Signal disruption.

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Loomine/The Creation.

"Mar-a-Logos

sleep-whispering wildwood
a road i won't yodel—
caladiums lapping
in the footloose sootfall

codex frisbee
thick mist of a mountain
street murmurous turmoil
in the cool hall coilname

charge-inconstant radix
codex frisbee
drone not even aimed
relict amber horseshoe

elusive tag in limbo
begets lipipoopdeck
codex fisbee
horntoad cornerstone handstand

follow the harsh marshlights
great labyrinth grilsecourse
planet-agroof vanguard
codex frisbee

frass regolith wrongfoot
proffered arrears sheerzimmë
fridge magnet monster
dry-immerse eyeball

codex frisbee
firn defenestrace
Desco fever heaving
to the sconce dark scuppered

map-askance & pantsless
codex frisbee
cruel parable pieface
dives parlor Carlsbad

blitzkrieg default fantod
as told Foghorn Leghorn
codex frisbee
too many miles tattered

the cold turnstile goaldim
launched into space Spätstil
now you come spout drumly
codex frisbee

in which poets prancing
try the proof of roofdive
whole worlds go away while
some bleak whammy gambols

codex frisbee
since no one else asked me
our mild aches were raked up
& made godlike gossamer

O years ago roguethwart
codex frisbee
O clubs of equal clueless
the night class whose password

might be realm surrender
umber the rock socket
codex frisbee
umber the airt closet

& knew only heroes
who lost the one lesson
their spiels left for veal pens
codex frisbee

who built Babel nightly
& yet buried heirlooms
i dedicate catnip
i say call it squalor

codex frisbee
no guardians gainsay
redbrick gallop led here
ends in shade & ashes

so i ask what task was
botched in the staged Bardo
codex frisbee
you ever booked severance

& it was just jimson
weed in the jewelled hubble
bubble just needless feedback
codex frisbee

upon some roof raptured
while the bankrupt tinsel
played like radar fountain

Mass shootings by country over time.

"The very skies were fraught with oppression, and we breathed beneath them as in a sepulcher, forever sealed with all its stagnancies of corruption and slow decay, and darkness impenetrable save to the fretting worm." —@klarkasht.bsky.social

Cover My Face.

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Doughnuts and Bullets.

"I feel like the saddest part of the drunk racoon passing out in a liquor store bathroom story is how just like 4 months ago he was a GS-15 in Elon Musk's DOGE team." —@steveolson.bsky.social

Accordion-book of the Rhine Valley.

"cenobite"

shrill flashlight of shipwreck
i hold, shallow mouldwarp

snooze to the quern cam'ras
buzzing close like snow-sift

A mini eruption of filament plasma.

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Emperor Krasnov enters Heaven.

a penny saved—cipher
hyacinthine—minus
a basin's bright gleam or
to pay back what's lacking

copper Lincoln, kernel
part of keeping martflow
windmill in wild rave storm
shade weaves among reivers

Pale cerulean prose.

Test the market for conversion-narratives.

The Red-Gold Border.

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Lynd Ward's Beowulf.

fierce events unfolding
ravenous fibs travel

down these dells returning
medley of dings peddle

the real squalor squares off
glint squamous tentacles

"He lives beside the slow accumulation of words, which fill his house like the stream of sand into an hourglass." (via Mefi)

“and my purse my purse full of clown-seized ankles” —Bill Knott

The Gestapo abducting a daycare worker from her job.

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Hoovered-up halftime.

“Whoever has no house now, will never have one.” —Rilke

Rumble.

"recusal"

1.
abandoned shore, bearing
bullet shells & rust helmets
slip of sawdust paper
sere dross near the hospital

2.
daily this one no diff'rent
in the plan death annals
too they'd talk our ears off
sworn in the torn silence

It's me, unnamed critter from bosch's triptych of the temptation of anthony!

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Another big farside CME.

ultramarine anchor
flurry of orb turmoil
lanes disappear piecemeal
a third part of heartache
a third part of thespians
as dawn threats unfetter
gas dwindles & guile cakes
the Mars gantry slanting
ultramarine anchor
flurry of orb turmoil

Enola Gay.

"OK, there are a lot of things form the recent past that we need to bring back and one of them is the experience of going to the record store with friends and buying a record and then going to to your friend's house and laying on the floor and listening to each other's new records." —@mrtylercrook.bsky.social

"If our present suffering ever leads to a revival..."

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Faint cry of maybe a bird.

"MSNBC Grandmas in Skechers seamlessly reclaiming the frog from 4chan Nazis in about six weeks has gotta be the political upset of the century." —@bencollins.bsky.social

Kara Walker chopped up a Stonewall Jackson statue and revealed a monster.

"Deneb"

cigar smoke smell, fall leaves
trees still—smize with pilcrow—
spelt out of filch future
afar spy miles—borrow
in the tired tor shadow
colors turning—dull dream
& a bill due balefire—
we were bearing fair deal
these bare gales cigar filled

Cenotaph.

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Sometimes circle.

frayed-fold difrasismo
coded refuse museprints
the trail quaintly trodden
& since traffic baffled
card file rifled
honk if you love havoc
caraway hurt staircase
shaded lane of shrapnel
ash shelf & looped elf-runes
cardstock whiffle
underpass find andirons
for poor algid shoreleave
in elegy jolly
an abject-pilled grab bag
full of crab lice

Sunrise at the Rocks of Garheugh.

"They paved paradise and put up a sexting bot" —@azureemeraldempire.bsky.social

"Every day, another person wishing to carve out a life, or at least a consistent hobby, for themselves in the arts is met with the crushing reminder that there are people, completely arbitrary people who really should have no stake whatsoever in these matters, who can and will control their means of creative production." (via Mefi)

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Telecommunication.

"the war on rainbow crosswalks"

lit array of rideflags
this crisp route of whispers
nameless the neumed contours
absolved-for-now glower
for now glower

ceasefire has its sessions
bard assesses guardedly
tired like the dead teased by
promise of dawn con jobs
of dawn con jobs

pale cerulean prism
enough prank is thankful
shadowed long & shivers
for the next shift wreckstrewn
next shift wreckstrewn

New Pharoah Sanders.

"Today, the US federal government honors a Genovese man who did his own research." —@thefred.bsky.social

Critique of the critique.