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Rainy Nights.

"Brisvegas"

dead reckoning · runs through the dwarven
wood · wary the watch grayknell
calcspar & quern
i say i solve · such indolence
by hunchback · bell ringing
i say morth merge
grinding the grail · grasp departure
news is nenuphar · neaptide float
try then to trust · traction on tarmac
your street coming up

"Sinykin’s argument is that the conglomerate literary aesthetic is essentially the average of the desires of each actor involved in the sale of a book..."

"This boastful handiwork of ours, which fails in its terrors for the professional pauper, the sturdy breaker of windows and the rampant tearer of clothes, strikes with a cruel and a wicked stab at the stricken sufferer, and is a horror to the deserving and unfortunate. We must mend it, lords and gentlemen and honorable boards, or in its own evil hour it will mar every one of us." --Our Mutual Friend

Is there gravity on the moon.

( via / downy woodpecker by michael puttonen on fb )

✨🌈 AUspicious.

"Pluto in Aquarius"

anemography mounts · morn of freezing rain
these square squinters · do not squeal at mere
quail usurpation

shuddering shadows · i shape as if
the tale could tangle · too obtuse
quip arousal unit

in comfort with candles · caddy well-supplied
for below zero · lesson designed by
aqua lion pursuit

& the wind that watches · we who must stay
can escape skillful · the scoriac surf
quit a ruinous Alp

Cohere ⠊⠕|.

"The production of stupidity has always been one of the aims of the university. It may soon be its only aim." --@mckenziewark

Rotating finny polyhedron.

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Welcome to Crescent City.

the bright lights · & the little pains
constellate flow · flense my vector
arrive at coign · that's a carven cloud
genius declare · a jest stifled
nor await reck · hutch perilous
ahoy to the pert · quay of encounter

Hainin.

"I have good reason to believe that a jog-trot life, the same from day to day, would reconcile one to anything. One don't see anything, one don't hear anything, one don't know anything; that's the fact. We go on taking everything for granted, and so we go on, until whatever we do, good, bad, or indifferent, we do from habit. Habit is all I shall have to report, when I am called upon to plead to my conscience, on my death-bed. 'Habit,' says I, 'I was deaf, dumb, blind, and paralytic, to a million things, from habit.' 'Very business-like, indeed, Mr What's-your-name,' says Conscience, 'but it won't do here!' " --Dombey and Son

Luminous Signals.