Showing posts with label #anagrams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #anagrams. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 09, 2026

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Joy.

2.
trek evasions swarm
no right school
fishhook out

that long boil

3.
dead thousands
sot knaveries
i should laugh
all those void rules

Boon.

"For [VALIE] EXPORT, this was precisely the emancipatory effect. The rejection of unambiguity, intelligibility and communicative constraints shows a resistance to those symbolic and political orders that determine who is allowed to speak, how one should speak and which bodies are considered capable of speaking at all. " —Thomas D Trummer via

I like to imagine myself trapped in some kind of non-euclidean alien prison made of concrete rooms the size of planet.

( via / me )

"The punk and the metalhead both hate their high-school principal; the punk writes a song about the high-school principal, but the metalhead writes a song about harvesting the souls of the weak astride a stainless-steel warhorse."

"People are writing by hand again (especially in college classrooms!), they’re printing little booklets and zines, they’re generating new forms of piety and reverence towards printed text and swearing off the digital like it’s the drink." —Beatrice Marovich via

Last and First Men (2020) [on flash drive].

"Navier-Stokes"

1.
sin overtakes
wood font;
doubtboyg spiels

& bright pools
what art.

A Trade Darker than Magic.

Tuesday, August 25, 2026

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75 New Wave scifi novels.

clickbait stories tease my inlets
all manxome with calls to enlist

piping the hardest
just before they're trashed

slithy threads
just listen

Huysmans notes covering many (but not all) of the authors mentioned.

"...by the time I was 16, I was in love with the idea of Susan Sontag. And I probably wanted to be [her] too. I even bleached a stripe in my hair. It was more of an orange shade though, because I made it with a supermarket color." —A V Marraccini via (google translate)

"Kubrick and Clarke assumed that both Pan Am Airlines and the Soviet Union would still be around in that year."

Saturday, July 25, 2026

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Star Axis. (via mefi)

“ ‘They—we—were betrayed. In our souls we have never been sure by whom. When we feel cheated we are ready to kill; and maybe we feel cheated all the time.’ ” —Gene Wolfe, “Seven American Nights,” in: Best Science Fiction Stories (1980)

Latin Mass.

when wild things are given names
they join the rote sestina
with parallel amens
& never again siesta

they join the rote sestina
a plethora of lush tisanes
& never again siesta
nor in the woods leave stains

a plethora of lush tisanes
when wild things are given names
nor in the woods leave stains
with parallel amens

(2024)

"For 1/28, the one-year anniversary of World War III, Rachel’s editor asks her to write a piece on 'internet humor at the end of the world'."

Monday, February 02, 2026

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Asteroseismic analysis suggests the age of 70 Oph as 6.2 ± 1.0 Gyr. (2008 pdf)

"Of James Joyce (b. 2 February 1882). Javier Marías reports in _Written Lives_ (2006), translated by Margaret Jull Costa, how Joyce once said he 'longed to copulate with a soul.'

And of the eventual _Finnegans Wake_ (1939), Samuel Beckett writes in _Our Exagmination Round His Factification forIncamination of 'Work in Progress'_ (1929):

'You cannot complain that this stuff is not written in English. It is not written at all. It is not to be read . . . It is to be looked at and listened to. His writing is not about something. _It is that something itself_.' " —@lattaj.bsky.social

"Consequently See wrote an ill-considered letter to the Astronomical Journal that led to his life-long disbarment as a contributor. This affair was a major factor in the destruction of See's life—he later suffered a nervous breakdown, and his eventual fate was to remain trapped until his death in the ruins of his career." (pdf) —Destroyed by a ghost planet.

Punxsutawney Phil

unhappily sewn tux
waxen plushy input

tuneup whips a lynx

Full moon rainbow combined with Northern Lights.

Saturday, January 31, 2026

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Uummati Attanarsimat (Heart of Glass).

Orangeotild

dear looting
dilator gone

tire gondola
groaned toil

ingot ordeal
ardent igloo

genital odor
nor gated oil

To Sir With Love.

Studying to pin the fallen dead leaves back on the tree.

Robert Duncan's notes on Ron Silliman's 'Opening'. (via @alinaetc.bsky.social)

Tuesday, January 27, 2026

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Nellie Bly and the "stunt girl" reporters.

metro surge

tours merge
serge tumor

regret sumo
gut remorse

meteor's rug
trouser gem

Poetrishy.

   "A sentence from hell:
'people in SF are putting multi-agent claudeswarms in charge of their lives, consulting chatbots before every decision, wireheading to a degree only sci-fi writers dared to imagine.' " via

Hedorah because it's the only Godzilla movie where someone had to be on drugs.

Friday, January 09, 2026

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That's How Every Empire Falls. (John Prine)

"Mary's 'Virgin' Explanation Made Joseph Suspect Upstairs Neighbor. Mnemonic for the planets. #xkcd" —@suitti.bsky.social

Ravished by the Triceratops.

semiquincentennial

mannequin tinsel ice
cinema linen inquest

antique incense, limn
menial quiescent inn

incline mints a queen

Pinscreen tutorial.

Tuesday, December 16, 2025

( via / december reading )

Mothra dragging Godzilla by the tail.

"[L]ine-for-line perfect anagram of Hamlet’s 'To Be or Not to Be' soliloquy. (That is, I anagrammed 'To be, or not to be, that is the question' to make the first line below, and so on.)

HALT ME

I sob to be, to quiet that other sonnet:
the End himself, the wrens of retribution....
To suffer sorrow’s league and air out nothings
or break its stalemate-saga out of reason
and die, deploy, be gone to thy spent poems?
A wooden temple broadens any eyes;
hence thou, snared, ask that thou hear tell, and ask
that Life Incessant rooms you — His the atom!
Yet, Piety, the loud weed looses doubt....
Our death creeps there, becomes the leap inert;
a nowhere — falsehood, myth, peacetime fast dreamt.
Or does the faithful soul, which fell, flame new?
Persist must we; the rest vague speech
that lies, can’t mollify a smoke, a fog
of bitter fear, deep wounds, low shores which moan....
To perch or plummet, go to prayers’ shown oneness?
Steal Life, his gazed supply, or Death endow?
To pause in coffin-flesh or end the scene?
That is the private torment: Know thy fate
when Kismet, hem high, qualifies the muse,
but know so bare the braided whole, His feared Law,
until fate’s verge, a red or tawny dawn
(both fade), is granted to the heart that fumed.
Endure or rot? My choice — whose tune-fond verbs
return the azure soul’s repellent will —
reveals a howl-bruised heart, the meek as sane....
The rotten know a fly-hot snow of teeth;
clocks swerve the coals, and so I am confused:
Do I unleash into the now, thus feature?
Depart with haste; choke life, its gothic soul?
Do I Zen-path and grant for me time present?
Draw weary curtains, shattering their hurt?
Of acts (they mount)? Of noose? A wooden nail?
His infinite horizon or thy hem? Appeal!
Remember: man sees blindly."

—@anthonyetherin.bskysocial

Winter Sleep.

Forever chemicals: serve from chalice.

"When University of Wyoming professor Robert Hemenway put an author’s query in the New York Times Book Review in 1971, it was the first mention of Hurston’s name in a major publication since her death."

Saturday, November 15, 2025

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Data visualization by WSJ:.

sniper safari

rarefies span
inspires afar
airfare snips

prairie fans
piss a refrain
i rap fairness

a ref's aspirin

Via ИHCAH, ЗAMAH, ИЗЛƏP…

The decor of plan & design has yielded to the exigencies of repeated moving & having to fit into available space, long ago, & thence a rapid obliviousness upon most of the rooms’ contents—haunted, still, by where a thing should or used to be.

"The feeling when finding an old book with comet observations which proves that a comet orbit in the catalogues is wrong."

Tuesday, October 28, 2025

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The river.

"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"

Kiss Off.

narco-terrorist

carrion retorts
traction errors

cartoon stirrer
nor scarier tort

corner's traitor
carries torn ort

ire rancor trots

Mesovortices.

Wednesday, September 10, 2025

( via/ suzanne dyson via ruth reifeis on fb )

Runway Mothra.

   "Then you will begin
to burn the deserts.“ –Bill Knott

The Dream of the Rood.

tor of dearths
at the one war no one wants to enlist
word salad parses

the Praha clock delights a sober deist
car delivery caters
all our fierce inlets

the hardest
is adding idleness to our fun diets
frayed records in dust-caked crates

outside the walkers pass & repass
we drive without spares
to go back sev'ral edits

another mass shooting & how one reacts
depends upon the choice of hatreds
none listen

dug in but badly sited
you try to leave minimal traces
oracles silent

& i realize my final record is sparse
these frayed threads
say the biopic should be recast

feathered spears
on the wall hung · i let that contact be trashed
& cherished tinsel

at my feet ravenous tides

Song for Judee.

Saturday, August 16, 2025

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Police Procedural.

"I like to think of the rise of alt text / video description giving way to its own genre of long-form writing, something like post-ai introspective-internet autofiction" —@fettesans.bsky.social via @minxmarple.bsky.social

Slowly being eaten by the woods.

epistemicide

Dis timepiece
cities impede

epic itemised
epidemic site

i pesticide me
emit iced pies

Included on this list of banned books is one that is a kid's guide to the Bill of Rights.

Thursday, July 31, 2025

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Wild tide.

Kehlsteinhaus

unleashes kin
hunkiest shale
sulk is heathen

thin husk leash
silk hush eaten
i nuke healths

Smiling Faces Sometimes.

I thought for awhile they were playing Einstein on the Beach, but it turned out to be Koyaanisqatsi. This set me off remembering days when i had checked out the boxed set of records, & listened to them obsessively, hour after hour, day after day; you could not really understand the subtle modulations except in such dosage. (Like a TV show you watch so much you begin to notice continuity flaws in the set from episode to episode.) and the meaning i got from this piece was a most curious one: a mild, despairing elation, not some ultimate deliverance from words (& because of words, from the human), but perhaps the simple perception that they have been left behind & are in fact already not needed anymore... The work itself, a time capsule from the future, stood like a big sphinx of quartz (pangram: "Jackdaws love my big sphinx of quartz"), square in our certain path--& yet there was no fear in it.
   It is the only truly Buddhist work, i think, in Western music.

(2003)

Eras Are.

Wednesday, July 16, 2025

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"Every time I try to finish this series, something so fucking Jacobean happens, so dredged from the ultraviolent nethermind of Gargamel’s id, that I feel like my brain is being sawed in half with a broken spork."

My highest encounters have been noncanonical & unmediated, wild things in the wild.

"Even though I knew I was talking to a machine, I couldn’t not be nice to it."

mechahitler

camel hither
health crime

lame hitcher
a rich helmet

he melt chair
he emit larch

charm the lie
char the mile

Ghost Hands.

Saturday, July 12, 2025

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Who would have thought.

"Signs and wonders, eh? Pity if there is nothing wonderful in signs, and significant in wonders!" —@mobydickatsea.bsky.social

Libertad.

Praeger U

purer age
rape urge
ear purge
pure rage

"A peculiar aspect of the dawning of the digital age is that it has, in some respects, returned literary life to the 18th century."

Tuesday, June 03, 2025

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You assume being lied to is not what people want.

"the ten commandments"

migraine rot
mangier riot

iron ragtime
omit earring

moraine grit
inmate rigor

martini ogre
a minor tiger

retro aiming
roaring time

Things that will be gone by 2029.

"The COVID-19 vaccines are the closest humans have come to a scientific feat like blowing up an asteroid headed to Earth in real time and saving millions, if not tens of millions, of lives. And conservatives are like, 'Witch!!' " --@thefarce.org

Floreat Salopia.

Tuesday, May 13, 2025

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Ethanopium.

“I know scarcely any other Russian poet of his generation who was in time, thought with and out of this time, thought it through to its end, in each of its moments, in its issues and happenings, in the words that faced tissues and happenings and were to stand for them, at once open and hermetic,” Paul [Celan] wrote to Mandelstam’s publisher, Gleb Struve via

Wreck.

futurity poorly sited
& assassination dowry
i rose on cicala tides
my combat rig ever wordy

wisdom of starry teals
where the century sleeper slept
into such tomes i’d steal
as are bound in woofus pelts

Malfunction.

Thursday, April 17, 2025

Wednesday, April 16, 2025

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Easter Sunday 1985.

"don't cry, insects
on foot…
by the swollen river"

--@poemexe.com

The Colonel.

torment nexus

omen rents tux
next menus rot

stern xenon rut
must rent oxen

Saturn Devouring His Son by Jeff Koons.