(via irok* dot d*)



Civil War II.




102.

unliving angstrom flimflam · I avail ritual snarling
aground payroll ink agnition ·Tsathoggua starry frisk
bomb impult offputting black silk · impact if sly fail

"Impult" is a night vision about going shopping.


103.

faring badly frail I ink · agonistic obyism
parch odd glamour hylic off · crisp rapacious silicon cloud
filch big undulating skink carbs · against forgiving

"Hylic" is a non-Gnostic.


104.

logical form again I · scour sandstorm blindfold affair rook
crystal immortal wall ogling · gallon gibbons inconstant lift
as accruals roar gulf grail as · vaporous andiron andiron

Ludwig fighting on that front, hoping to find a particular gift.


    "Darth Shrub"

Hollyhock fishhook and soap · lost in a swamp of this word
adding andiron infancy · my singing snaps a diamond

of indigo crystal night · vision about going coil
if you want to go as far · incognito cobalt wolf

by icily Xibalba · city among frothing slag
with idiocy idyll · duration of my sand will

snaps a diamond Hollyhock · warily I follow you
rim dark flying dark acid · icily singing cargo

andiron indigo raucous · cobalt of into charcoal
lurch night immortal sandstorm · gallops accruals scarab

cryptic profound from grip iron · to frisking did lungfish turn
to frisking did wodwo wind · with a blood acid rainbow

snowman away vacuum glow · briskly away vacuum sound
you abut my spiral wall · iguana rhost my slow myrrh

"One concept essential to an understanding of ko-uta is that of iroke. One of those frustratingly untranslatable terms, iroke is written with two characters, ( )( ), one meaning 'color' (iro), the other 'feeling,' (ke or ki). Iro in this case most closely approximates the meaning of 'eroticism'--but in a milder sense than the English word conveys. Ke means something along the lines of 'character' or 'spirit.'
   ...Iroke is sensuality; it is evoked by images which appeal to the senses. It denotes attraction felt between the sexes in the passing of a glance or the swish of a trailing kimono. The essence of iroke is understatement. The minute it becomes obvious it ceases to be iroke. It is a subtle atmosphere created by the contact of two people. It cannot exist in the abstract, and it is not as blatant as 'sex appeal.' It implies intimacy in that it becomes lost in an impersonal situation.
   Some examples of iroke are: the tiny glimpse of red which lines the geisha's formal black kimono, seen against the white of the powdered nape of her neck; the sidelong glance, exchanged without a word, between a man and woman; playing the shamisen with the fingernail instead of the large ivory plectrum; the four-and-a-half-mat tatami room (yoyohan) which is just big enough for two people and a small table; the kotatsu, or quilt-covered table under which feet may be talking while faces above show no sign; one strand of hair loose in an otherwise perfect coiffure."

--Liza Dalby, Littl* Songs of th* G*isha (2000)


For a poetics of iroke (my red). A chapbook is intimacy, a singular strand dangling... Play it with your nails and not a pick.


3conomic Hit Man.


Global Warming Witch Hunt.


"...Duncan & Spicer behaved more like Godzilla & Mothra."


Khalid is out.

"Many contemplative poems--and I'm not just talking "I thought hard for us all," I'm talking much of what you find in your favorite post-post modern journals--don't feel as though they needed to be written."


Fatwa.


   "how to explain death to children

because the fearful dog wandered the fields all day and hadn’t been
neutered
and due to the fearful dog biting the owner who tried to catch him
the owner asked the neighbor to shoot the dog

the neighbor agreed but brought up the possibility of evidence
blood and brains all over the side of the house
still he consented but instead he borrowed a cage from the humane
society

for days the owner starved the dog to lure him into taking the bait
and because the humane society put down the biting unneutered
fearful dog
the dog ended up dead

how to tell the children
who thought the dog was being sent away to find a newer and better
home
(what home could be better?) (wouldn’t he miss them badly?)

they asked their parents whether someone might have already
adopted their dog
and wouldn’t the dog be even more afraid in a new house with new
people
and if no one had chosen the dog yet could they have him back

when the parents asked the neighbor to tell the children the dog died
the neighbor agreed to go to the humane society to try and adopt the
dog
but he found no dog that answered and told the children that"

--Carol P*t*rs



Puzzling link. Oh.

98.

snail undulating railgun · I flick ruinous an idiot
lurch planlingvoj waspish · stuffy Xibalba snarl ogparn
cronk vanilla viscous sluzhba · agnostic runway

"Xibalba" is Maya Dis. "Ogparn" is an album you can only play parts of.


99.

squid squib curb I adlib ts'ib · sqiggly ruby links absolving
acting out crumbly obligation · birdtalk parch udalman
glowworm rigorous abolish storm · psalm kirsch obuncous

"Ts’ib" is Maya word-plus-icon art.


100.

grail trial Fallujah I claw · stumbling groundlings dilatory
Mars Ultor offhand darkling · flood alarm ruinous ajar
barking chimp with scary blog wasp · twang is starkly gull

"Mars Ultor" is god of payback.


101.

uffish offal offhand I · asking churchical wodwo oft
if payback gluts cobalt of · affirm warp flap forlorn uffish
affliction thorn walking anonymity · adorns nights

Attrition is painful, but a must if you want to go as far as you can.



Latin blogs. (via Languag* Hat)


"...apologising to everyone in Japan."


"...A trial clan, bearing the name “Infernokrusher”, has been created on the Kingdom of Loathing as a beach-head..."


"...a shrinking pool of carnivorous tadpoles..."


"...I will be those thoughts I think you might have thought..."

"...first I enter Bosnia from Serbia. Actually, where I enter at that moment is the Serb entity in Bosnia. My bus drives me to the Serb controlled suburbia of Sarajevo, where a take taxi to Muslim controlled Sarajevo downtown, entering the Muslim-Croat entity (fortunately, no checkpoints there). Then I switch my passports and take the bus from Sarajevo to Croatia."




94.

snailward and walking I flog · twinkling gambit trauma idols
damp inkhorn odors twill rasp · plankton skylight pinworms into
ogham wishful of cloud tomorrows · ignobly at

A wizard who no long*r both*rs.


95.

script occult cryptic I opt · starfish portal scab accruals
Dunkirk clutch stylish octopus · argot hybrid ipthoa
still giddy sculsh fishhook conform · spurn starkly asking

"Ipthoa" is to look at icons.


96.

snail angst fathoms I allot · bank sniffling sgraffito ashram
stow uffish matrix its churinga · rock amalgam Asgard
binary layaway fluids · allot aorta

Invisibly trod upon on my way in, two big snails: i abhor that crunchy dark footpath crossing.


97.

mulish cusp slowly I ostrich · thorny scrawl lungfish as spiral
is Plutonian pools twin · flagon Byzantium rigor
mortis asking atrium urns · lightning occupant

Blish’s Black 3ast*r. Origami. Vanilla latt*s.



F*minicidio.


3dmund Backhous* and sundry bookish frauds.


Post-zombification.

257 to 171.

Cyb*rMormons.


91.

barium malt transform I · munch amphibians immolating
rapacious flood story · still groundlings rampart ink island
affirm collusion prolonging · important disturb

Can’t talk about this. Nights without stars.


92.

solid conquistador glory · I adtopics Scully dock
insidious squid dusk mill · ash study talion addiction
coldly grip agony flying · formal grisly my

"Scully" is waiting for java though you forgot to turn your java apparatus on.


93.

taking rain skald I snort again · briskly gallon in unknown
Asgard skinflint cant global · idols wind island snack hollow
frown stink rapacious agathism · a with instant

That part of Sin City without fighting or killings.



"... the land is recoverable at first only through the imagination."


You will go to th* Moon.


Caldicott on DU.

87.

wiki difficulty akin · I idolatry birdtalk
aftmost offspring nights acting · out Pluto sticky dysthymic
patch skimp links instinctual riddling · pitch odorous words

"Tsathoggua" is Krypton is Carcosa pidgin.


88.

Ahriman ghost army I · am fancy input aghast church
torturing as strict garb grins · impactful my Sith Malathion
Umbrist of rattling unknown · ichor byways lit

I must work hard to catch up from my days off. I am told that in a prior day any who had vacation would find aid with part of that work load. Not now.


89.

broiling trimmings so I slough · hiniku ingrown agaric
stony frown without imgrat · amok dilatory unborn
again asking agitator · Vogons disarm us

Scaning Iraqi blogs as our A/C runs so cold i must don garb of cold days just to stay warm in July.


90.

Druid grisly pundits I · adorn uglily crutch winking
ash glottal dynamo spoor · rust instant adds risk starry is
ginkgo fathoms idiocy cold · grotto indigo

Storm at rush hour. Two hour blackout at Casa Rosada. Plankton dying. Pic still hanging wrong.
   On my victrola- Jorg*n Ingmann: Apach*.



Vi*tNashvill*.


"Perspectives must be fashioned that displace and estrange the word, reveal it to be, with its rifts and crevices, as indigent and distorted as it will appear one day in the messianic light."

83.

horizon foundling arroyo I · azurn rot unorthodox
of voyaging fungus · incoming idyll Pluto tilt
snub agronomist paradigm · grisly crisp poison

Cassandra was mad, not out of knowing what would occur, but for lack of anybody to impart it to.


84.

vanity may intact I · storm ryotwar smirking rasp
by Biblical antacids · stirrup fact scour stunt nights ash stir
loyalty brink ambush argon · cyborg forlorn stool

103 at 3:30. Why am i driving in this, and why is traffic moving so slowly? Two windows won’t go down, no A/C. Burning up as i crawl along.


85.

occiput scarly actors · I spawn burying stain ascian
accruals warp groan flashback · python latifundia scoot
strong forlorn argot is vicious · astray spiral ramp

Cold air in a dark room. An LP plays.


86.

folio nocturnal slag · I bomb sniffing dog scoop story
cult grip unavailing · rapacious slab Tsathoggua glut
walking again might obtain moult · ammo abundant

Magicians all going mad at last, but along that way finding actual magic.
   Pollution crimson.



On my victrola- T*nn*ss** 3rni* Ford: "L*t It B*".


R*n* Alb*rt Chal*t. (via B*yond th* B*yond)


Counting victims.

Robotwisdom Poll.

  'One pillar holding up consolations,
another pillar,
a duplicate pillar, pillarous
and like the grandchild of a dark door.
Lost noise, the one, listening, at the edge of fatigue;
drinking, the other, two by two with handles.

  Don't I perhaps know the year of this day,
the hatred of this love, the planks of this forehead?
Don't I know that this afternoon costs days?
Don't I know that never does one say "never," on one's knees?

  The pillars that I saw are listening to me;
other pillars are, twos and sad grandchildren of my leg.
I say it in American copper
which owes to silver so much fire!

  Consoled by third marriages,
pallid, born,
I am going to close my baptismal font, this showcase,
this fright with tits,
this finger in deathrow,
heartly tied to my skeleton.'

--3shl*man's Vall*jo



"Helsem is a talented Dallas poet with a carefully cultivated eccentricity. He wore a black long coat and a bright red fez..."


10% of our brains.


Labyrinthwalk.

79.

variorum cardinal · grisly I downhill drawn gulag
smog scram fascist drip adrift · violation indigo ganch
aloof agamist frigid nights · as glasnost my gist

Wishbon* Ash- "Sorr*l".


80.

taqiya jangly squamous · I my path ajaja yapping
anchoritic agora · gloss cyborg ash squirt hubris rack
smooth voyaging sunlight is filch · smooth cyborg sport can

A myth of monstrous humans. Humans do monstrous things, but out of a human causality. Wishing to run away from causality. A monstrous instinct.


81.

purity fulcrum frisk I · stiffly my affix fulgurous
Olofi scrubs grisly ruck · smooth of crumbs victory is skidmark
nights ask strictly rips affront of · slow byblow smarting

Stomach hurts.


82.

spoils optional poison I · slag Tsathoggua bounds spool
attack rim cotton snag campaign · album spirits loam withal
assign toll snap tilt Istanbul · slowly warp Ogpu

Amidst slooming a vision of rain. Or did it actually? Barry Goldwat*r on saffron vinyl.



"The Oulipo is a gang of cynical formalists. They claim to be materialist, but they utterly disregard the dialectic of history."


"...the scandalbag cartel of nights...".


Tatooin*.


"Just as the heart beats in the darkness of the body, so I, despite this cage, continue to beat with life." (via Robot Wisdom)

    "R is for Rutabaga"

cicada nights Scully raps
oddly ranch insight

fighting against thorny atavists
as ask scams

hubris fly Olofi my brandish handcuffs
spoon usually borscht

idiot adrift glow by grasp farm
and scuttling shadows kinky



"The authority of poetry is the authority of a mask."


"Actually, there are two names: Neen and Telic."

    "The truth about chiggers

Since so many people I run into tell me terrible tales of chigger bites, I
thought I'd share the truth about chiggers.

Chiggers are the larvae of the harvest mite. They do not burrow into your
body.
They pierce the skin and inject a fluid that liquifies your tissues. Then they
suck you up! They might do this several times before dropping off your
body. By
the time you feel the itch, the chigger is long gone.

The place that was liquified begins to go through necrosis, or death. Death is
itchy business, causing lots of histamine to be released.


<> <> <> What Not To Do <> <> <>

Never ever ever apply nail polish to a chigger bite. All that does is place
benzene, a component of most nail polishes, directly into your bloodstream.
Since benzene is a carcinogen, that's not a good idea. Nail polish, like most
chigger remedies, is a counter irritant. It simply takes your attention away
from the itch. Many are rough on the skin, causing the bite to linger.


<> <> <> What To Do <> <> <>

Anti-itch potions with antihistamines like Benadryl work best. But the most
definitive way to make the itch go away is to heal the skin from the necrosis.
Nuture your bites with calamine lotion (clay is soothing), aloe vera or skin
creams with healing substances like comfrey. Sulfur also makes chigger bites
feel better.


<> <> <> How to Prevent Chigger Bites <> <> <>

Chiggers hate sulfur. So before heading out into nature, dust yourself
thoroughly, very thoroughly, with sulfur powder. Focus on your feet,
lower legs
and waistband. Dusting sulfur is sold in most garden stores. The easy way to
apply it is to pour some in an old sock and whap yourself with it. But most
conventional and natural insect repellents will deter chiggers -- if they are
applied very thickly and reapplied often (unless is contains DEET, which
should
only be applied once every 8 hours).

Chiggers like thick weeds in shady areas with plenty of moisture. So
creekbottoms are chigger breeding factories. Avoid them or move through them
quickly.

It takes a few hours for chiggers to get around to biting you. Take a
full-body
shower (if you can) right after a hike, or wipe yourself down thoroughly.
Focus
on areas where the skin is folded, like armpits and crotches, or where your
clothes bind firmly, like waistbands and around shoes. Sulfur soap is
best. Also
wash your clothes and brush off your shoes vigorously."

(via JR)

76.

squiggly aquarium sumph · I again aggravatingly
cloud Lysol fashion squamous · ruck hangovary brook pillbug
gulag imam us cusp ambush · spurious ghostly

How "Poss*ss*d" starts, & "Humor*squ*" finds its finish. What to put in that gap? An art of joining good parts of old films.What continuity?


77.

radint wars adorn I input · stony twinkling bard crook is
gallop idolatry loud · frosty oncoming fist wish ink
upcoming outgoing stag asp · atomic rotkohl

Nothing but cops and criminals, from now on out. --Bards choosing too.


78.

pacific sandstorm scuttling · I afford circumlocutions
scrawny rsta gallium · insight adducing Osiris
straw torturing crystal impact · as scant pulpit stay

TV loud to drown out booms. And TVs blowing up.



"We have no idea what visual poetry will become, and we know exactly what it will become."


"..."In 50 years, this has never happened," said Bill Peterson, an oceanographer with the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) in Newport, Ore. "If this continues, we will have a food chain that is basically impoverished from the very lowest levels." " (via M*tafilt*r)

"Forgive the savage texture of the spoil
Tinted so barbarously by the clay
The rusty iron and the ocean-spray
Which lifted up my body from the soil.
Forgive the complicated brittle coil
Of my infirm invention, which I lay
Where you may pause, and pass, and never stay.
Here are the shocks of maize, the honey and oil,

The fruits like harvest moons, the fabulous land,
The crystal hills, the veiled prismatic plain;
And you will come, and you will not remain,
Nor leave a trace along the gilded sand.
So presently you will be come and gone;
Here’s a strange road for you to walk upon."

--3linor Wyli*, Trivial Br*ath (1928)



"Flaarrrf. I'mmmm wanna read ... my flarrrfff ..."


A Family in Baghdad.


Thank Raygun. (via R*b*cca Blood)

(via Imp*rialclub dot com)


73.

radio paralysis · idiosyncratic bildar
Mothra spiral path crystal · sandstorm Alpha typical ash
nights asphault birdtalk Odic tic · poltroon asking cyst

"Bildar" is a wight who digs.


74.

various sandcoil crumby · I botch tumultuous Asgard
is walking ingrown adlib · octopus coachman pillbug plight
according grisly fumbling amp · ubication myth

Back to nomadics with products that don’t stay in a singular box or location.


75.

solitary polyps flow · I stamp back gray cyclic sparrow
loggias sly by spanking aspirin · of globular rock twitch night
is starry fallow impish spoor · oblivion's ramp

A song is a polyp.

(via transoxiana dot org)


"Today the Guarani Indians have almost disappeared. ...There no longer exist any monuments or traces of their civilization. We know practically nothing of them. The only inheritance left to their heirs is their language, as sweet as it is expressive and musical. But it contains everything: civilization, history, wisdom, morality, a concept of the world, and the genius and soul of the race." --S*rgio Cu*vas, album prolog to Th* Harp of Paraguay

Passatismo. (Contrary of Futurismo)



(via carm*loprado dot com)


"It's poignant to think of Wright in his mid sixties, composing this testament to childhood vigor over five and a half months in 1937. A Times photo that year shows a stooped man with Whitmanesque beard and large glasses, peeling a page from his typewriter..."


Command*r Smith. (via Robot Wisdom)


Gr*y Lodg* Occult R*vi*w. (via M*tafilt*r)

70.

apricot spiral brick I · octopus coachman stony ask
opium nights crumbly rain · sly aboulia brick with scary
skald dilatory roost accrual · story songs opt

Mid brow was a rod holding our two front radials as a singular unit.


71.

cubical hubris abuzz · I scaffold laugh cliff churchical
ruinous obloquy prolific · fight Tsathoggua far
abtar run ozostomia · azurn villainy

Out without my communicator: my car has a blowout.


72.

troika grisly morons I · skirt labyrinth ogham around
bitmap ashtray alizarin · cyborg imago orb bright
fornication ongoing as · Sith usurp skunk mill

Furious rain, aslant. Follow a pair of crimson lights. My window drips.
    Abruptly it stops.



Darmok.

  'I have a terrible fear of being an animal
of white snow, that supported father
and mother, with only its veiny circulation,
and that, this splendid day, solar and archepiscopal,
a day that thus represents the night,
this animal
lineally avoids being happy, breathing,
and transforming itself and having money.

  It would be a great pity
if I were a real man to that degree.
A folly, a most fruitful premise
to whose occasional yoke succumbs
the spiritual hinge of my waist.
A folly... Meanwhile,
it is like this, this side of God’s head,
in the tablet of Locke, of Bacon, in the livid neck
of the beast, in the snout of the soul.

  And, in aromatic logic,
I have this practical fear, this splendid
lunar day, of being that one, this one perhaps,
to whose nose the ground, the living folly
and the dead folly smell of death.

  Oh to roll about, to exist, to cough, to belt,
to belt the doctrine, one's temple, from shoulder to shoulder,
to move away, to cry, to give it for eight
or for seven or for six, for five or to give it
for life with its three powers.'

--3shl*man's Vall*jo



Slant. (via Po*try Scor*card)

Cool points for a vintag* V*spa in Th* Int*rpr*t*r.



66.

carious paralysis · grisly I sound humpback asphault
sparring laptop cranch rancid · Olofi by tsar bingo ash
agrammatists frolic in ash · Olofi clockwork

As-if simulacra--but naturally, cannot.


67.

parity handiwork gray · I study dying shag carport
indignant idols wintry · twinkling Botvinnik crowbar skull
ogdoastich fraying candy · dying pillbox ash

Sith think that our living is postmortal to a truly vital duration.


68.

furious bunkum grisly · I sorrowing wusp Asgard 'sblood
nugatory incoming · skillful cull am Ygg Dracula
Viagra aslant clockwork my · links is mouth crisp frail

Voyaging cold world, our plan for you is a swift hit with an iron box.


69.

Darfur bawdy drastic oft · ruin frail about rain twinkling
addiction hyacinth odorous · arroyo haul astray
atavist pity ickypoo · ronin offal storp

Churchical, shadowy and slow.

(via Plan*tary dot org)


An Ilocano T*rzan*ll*. (Its script.)


"in my blacks

my black coat flaunts its stains
as variations on a dark motif. I
am clad in shifting shadow;
skyclad of black,
I match clouds of waiting rain -

my coat of many inks, no unity
in its thick wool folds,
within I am dirty -no downfall
will banish my guilt, or filth -
my mask is tight black, criminal;

but, at black's most distant rim,
( colour hums a null and void)
I find my mark, with mid-air wings;
I will not join its frail flight
though; rapt, I am, in my blacks,
of coat, mask, soul, air"

--Cappucin*



Crafting Manif*sto.

63.

Nazi walking azimuth · I twinkling maintain aloof skim
viral angry agoutis · harp Uzi dickalog ammo
rub it phthalo viridian · its own fight only

A dramatic cooling, cloudy and windy from nothing.


64.

pharming chaos lank crystal · Amharic I ingot aghast
accrual this vanilla · pomp is Pluto candy incog
akam icily cruzada · lying rsta stains

Pomp is big in Sith art. "Cruzada" is a tax for christian wars.


65.

duping mutually sphinx I · snug ogham amass tubular
stars Mulholland walking cloud · alluvial pygarg Tsathoggua
sporangium shopping risk · antic ixodid

Politics as a gaming cult.

"...a decision was made to let Puck and Pedro fight over the future identity of The Real World. Puck represented the idea of a show where everyone was openly fake and we all knew it was a sham [akam]; Pedro represented the aesthetic of a show where what we saw was mostly fake but we would agree to watch it as if it was totally real [puram]. It was almost a social contract." --Chuck Klost*rman, S*x, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs (2004)



Chart No. 2.


"For the past half century the process of artmaking has been part of its subject, and this making becomes a symbolic act that attempts to substitute for the silence of all the other objects." (via wood_s lot)


Ms. P. honors yours truly by quotation.


My significant Half (M. Pruit) talks about Am*rican Idol finalist John St*v*ns's CD at this location ("Snazzy N*w R*d").

59.

Africa of gray I scry · waspish loudly oft Ogpu brumous
farb ryotwar siblings · ashtray scoop dray my twinkling barf
is option Biblical as what · cloud voyaging gulp

I build for nothing, as birds with lost offspring do.


60.

garish rapacious Crathco · I is shorn from Baathists sport rank
scowl link to bulbous ascot · ichor argot cargo itch chirr
scrips so high diaspora us · Ishtar who hodag

What is this day but a charm against tomorrow?


61.

Nabisco nabi abnormal · I aspic scour hohotan
anchor laptop obi wins · rants abscissa insult cobra
grisly ambush lank plink pillbug · walking as apart

”Hohotan” is Mangani (Tarzan lingo) for ‘clan’.


62.

vilify gills flinch I off · pylon agrimony lift flood
plain as of glass birthday ink · scurvy shards final morth if oft
aporia hyacinth sly · born in warm igloo



Unusual bards.


Throps and squallhoots.


Story songs.


Sandpap*r painting.

"After the long rain the young people saw that the earth was cleaned, pure and beautiful and ran to Okó, in order to thank him because he ended immortality."


Moon dooms. Plus.


Starbuck singular.


Po*try in nov*ls.


"...two new volumes of Finnish palindrome poems..." Plus.


Translation.

55.

indigo input oddly · I ignivomous policy
pistols into optical · tubular its Motown odium
idly flatiron gynarch pint · with agony and

Shall a man run away from all that is known by him and grown by him, just for avoiding support of a bad administration that will finally fall anyway of its own stupidity How far must this fiasco go until it launch him on his way?


56.

oblivion obtain all · coachman and forlorn about
stinky tamagotchi bills · and gaslight Olofi glory
vicarious acrostic rock · maskful scop whammy

All of it will vanish.


57.

minimal virtual snag · I am yapping slab avoidy
kit grisly Atkins gulag · watch globalization as snort
vatic aging pillbug sand imps · dying hard aptly

this part of a road shut down, and that part. Always as you go. Cicada days.


58.

warily garish friction · I slog by ugly cars crag kith
usually short of griot · big accomplish stun riot mops
only rink as sly soon ago · abuts fylfot fun

Sadly shorn of common illusions, not a part of this gigantic toy, but.



Robo Maid 1.


Robo Maid 2.


Barsoomian.


Mongolian Joy.

51.

individual indoors · idolatry I avow nights
adult mulligatawny · rapacious claypit nights incog
adtopics polyps popular · rush assist disarm


52.

Latin cardboard Cthulhu I · on scalding raghdirst griot odd
abolish for carbombing · or adjust accruals’ story
this Rushdoony blackouts who hurling · bird dog only

”Raghdirst”: thirst for r*v*ng* (Pal* Fir*).


53.

uncivil anvil scratch · I ivory will slay balk ingot
ovoid wilt flaw as actually · growing rapacious stilb school
Ghaybzag lithium nights avoiding · sobbing protocol

”Ghayb” = the invisibl*.


54.

thrip uhuru tragic I · spiritual hunt ghastly hustling
trial sunlight story crow park · against lithic scabrous wish is
spark niding drywall hilch stir bulk · Pazuzu blindfold



Th* d*finitiv* list.


Plod.

”Snow be in this time with us as music
River frozen and twigs done
Lists of birds are etched into the birches:
white notes on a yellow scroll

A cross of light on the ceiling or wall
tell’s the room’s a cell
Contemplation of white lines crossing

coos behind the wainscotting, if this is the end

it brings no surprise”

--Fanny How*


Silicon paintings. (via Robot Wisdom)


"I am currently writing an essay on citational or "found" poetry and the poetry of constraints..."


Nominations blog. (via M*tafilt*r)


R'lly*th.


In smog and thund*r.

W* always kn*w it was you. (via M*tafilt*r)

Two kinds of genr*.


    "A Newly Discovered Poem by Sappho

Girls, exquisite the gifts of the fragrant Muses:
snag them, and the clear melodious lyre;
weariness has settled in my marrow,
    whiteness in my hair.

Burdensome’s my will, and my trusty limbs
once so fain of the dance, have lost their candor.
Although I might complain like there’s any use--
    you know there isn’t.

They say Tithonus eloped with rose-armed Eos
out of crazy love, to the world’s far corner.
Fierce and toothsome then, but at last the sweeping
    frost came after him."

--3rnst A Kipling at 3ratosph*r*



"Einstein once gave private lectures to small groups in Prague.
    Some of which included Kafka." --David Markson, This Is Not A Nov*l (2001)

"...Vulca of Veii, the one Etruscan artist whose name is known to tradition..." --Sibyll* von Cl*s-R*d*n, Th* Buri*d P*opl* (1955)


95 Th*s*. (via wood s lot)

    "MIRAGE

The hope I dreamed of was a dream,
  Was but a dream: and now I wake
Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,
  For a dream’s sake.

I hang my harp upon a tree,
  A weeping willow in a lake;
I hang my silenced harp there, wrung and snapt
  For a dream’s sake.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
  My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine old self, are changed
For a dream's sake."

--Christina Ros*tti in: Victorian Po*try (3d C 3 Andr*ws, 1924)



Th* lat*st dark cabals.


Olofi splits th* diff*r*nc*.


"A stripper was hired from Oakland to sashay onstage and declaim some T. S. Eliot..." (via Dumbfoundry)

    ”Bell Tower

I have seen, desolate one, the voice has its tower;
The voice also, builded at secret cost,
Its temple of precious tissue. Not silent then
Forever--casting silence in your hour.

There marble boys are leant from the light throat,
Thick locks that hang with dew and eye dewlashed,
Dazzled with morning, angels of the wind,
With ear a-point for the enchanted note.

And these at length shall tip the hanging bell,
And first the sound must gather in deep bronze,
Till, clearer than ice, purer than a bubble of gold,
It beat in the sky and the air and the ear’s remorseless well.”

--Léonie Adams

"It has been remarked that 90 percent of Indian literature has been eaten by white ants." --J A B van Buit*n*n in: Th* Lit*ratur* of India (1974)


(from M*diahous* dot org)


48.

squib squamous ruinous I · abysmally usurp squirm bulb
Major am Tom wuybarq as · briny culprit gift snap golbal
functional Asgard hijack bargain · abuzz kylix

"Wuybarq" is anything that snaps you out of a usual stupor.


49.

caoutchouc aardvark solstitial · bulk styrofoam scurvy shimmy
coals burning across walk bawl · drastic adtopics avoidy back
cry ikon as solitary · sly as story bits


Saw a bumpstick, just said "W". W is a brand and a blik. Blik against blik can only join as two arrows of oomph, and both colors mutually mix. What varying blik is not so far from this as to nix all contact? Add to it. Aid mixing. Blur boundary divisions. Only a tomorrow that can actually occur is worth fighting for.


50.

frailty trial jaguar I · algid atoms cyst ptyx crib kink
walking slowly sjambok hand · again bubba was cruising with
was sluggishly again birdtalk · adtopics carbs stulm

"Bubba" is Sith for '616'.

Local art.


Thy will b* don*.


"The poet must not cross an interval with a step when he can cross it with a leap."


"Fifty-six was, perhaps, the best year in which to view Gone With the Wind." --Ang*la Cart*r

All my visions map onto my old backyard.


History of krump.

(from z*frank dot com)


47.

horizontal monarchist · tricky I Ozanam follow
snowman strung nap sly among · foxtrot uniform mayfly frop
acrostic shorn litmus us stubs · stash or viral sculsh


"Frop" is a Subg*nius word. "Sculsh" is in*dible food.


" 'But...why don't your poets and storytellers write your literature? How can you just machine-generate it?'
    Tz'iquin seemed faintly amused. 'Both of you come from a culture that favors the writer, the 'maker', the poet, whatever you wish to call the one who creates new work, and so you think that every literary culture must be dominated by them. We Maya don't much make new works, but we develop an ever-better understanding of our old works. In that regard, at least, we are not unlike you, with your endless expositions of Kural, Ettutokai, and Pattuppattu. The difference is that we don't write about the same old work over and over; we discipline ourselves to the adventure of endless reading, seeing how many more things a thing can mean rather than trying to find the one right meaning for it. And to us, it does not really matter where those old works came from, or whether they are perfect or models for anything else, so long as they are truly Maya. A carefully done transform of a Maya myth is as Maya as the original, is it not?' "

--op cit


"...hey, things really do speed up in the future! It's already late '69, early '70! Now it's time to play your historical role, okay?"

Ross 780. (I call world D "Mulligatawny">)

What if Nancy G. got all wound up about Gitmo victims?


On my victrola: Yma Sumac- Voic* of the Xtabay.


"The food had forgotten where it came from and why it existed."


"And on the "Mexican Standoff'' disc, Shocked, a Texas native, mingles Texas-rocking-blues workouts with accordian-driven tunes inspired by Mexican folk music - a few of which she sings in a mix of Spanish and English." (via T*xfil*s)


Has a good summary of Consonant Doubling.


"If the Bretons and the Scots still struggle to regain their independence as sovereign states, and if we Americans continue to dream of living like Thoreau at Walden Pond, it is permissible for the student of words to keep alive his convictions about certain meanings and usages that he knows to be no longer shared by the majority, including many educated persons." --Mod*rn Am*rican Usag*, under lost caus*s. 3. g. publically not publicly.

"The ratio of critics to artists was part of what took me a lot of effort to understand. In Nou Occitan, where I grew up, there were many artists and a few critics, and the critics were looked down on and rather pitied, as people who couldn’t paint, sing, write, or whatever. It was a point of honor for Occitan artists to ignore critics, or else to chastise them rather than to reply to them.... This allowed truly atrocious artists to have someone they could look down on, since any real Occitan would rather make a rotten work than a sound argument. Better still, given how bad our art was, it kept the number of people who might point that out so small that they could not possibly get around to looking at most of it.
    Here in Tamil Mandalam, though, it was quite the reverse. The critics were so numerous and so respected that hardly anyone dared any art; what there was of new works was highly polished and refined little gems, bits of formal perfection, which were nevertheless attacked regularly for their triviality. Where the mostly-young Occitan poets were sloppy, emotional, often bathetic, and prolific far beyond demand, the Tamil poets labored for decades to become brilliant specialists, masters of prosody with not much more feeling than most people associated with chess masters."

--3arth Mad* of Glass


45.

spliff Upas sly I of if · pulp apanthropinization
waniand as is slipknot my · dictionary polyps uffish
diary of spook cutbacks slag up · caracul spilth nap


46.

military gigantic · slut I storm fauxzindiq grotto
Aymara aglow gingham · ignominious dark and strong
bildar scop is slowly ruinous · starry widom


"Starry wisdom"= catast*rism.



Th* Wom*n Paint*rs of Mithila.


"O Feedled Gruntbuggly,
?...Thy nacturations are to me!
As plurdled gabbleblochits on a lurgid bee.
Groop, I emplore thee, my foonting turlingdromes.
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles
or I will rend thee in gabberwarts with my burglecruncheon,
See if I don't!"

--sampl* of Vogon Po*try (Douglas Adams)

   "Sonnet in the Shade

How shaded you are in the vine, Calvus,
And yet you think our verses will upbraid
And, cataractous, be the death of us?
You see how keen on carbon copies I’m uplaid,
All unctuous against the slavish numbers,
Lit glancingly, I doggedly elide
If only to broach, my sometime counter,
The sea that barters its clock for candor.
Who walks that way, like Cypress in the wind?
To Italy with that monstrous villainy
That crowns our arbus with a sea thing's fin.
Yet how breezy you are, in the mutiny
I hear Tubas: the glosses are runic
The light makes dapples all along your tunic."

--Tanya Brolaski



"I am writing a book about insects."


"...the precipitous decline of crime that started in the early 90s was a direct result of Roe vs. Wade in 1973."


All i want.

This wall has an odor now, and no sounds within to disturb a vinyl rhapsody. Wood in its first cutting, akin to that of old books. I pick music i don't know, mostly. And black my blood with rapacious java now. Far off, things to do; as if stars i could limn and tag. What i would try to put down is not what occurs with this moving point.

CHADOR MOKO [“V*il Th*ory”]

1. What you bring to a song surrounds and colors it.

2. In a song's world things occur and a bard sings.

3. Words in songs apply to things only in that world.

4. But that world's own laws you must first know thoroughly.

5. A song's world is a matrix and a playing board.

6. How do songs call on things far from that world?

7. A mind's bounds and laws find microcosm in song worlds.

8. Only in microcosm do our tragic days occur as story.

9. Any part of a world with laws shows us story.

10. Story is not toy folk but lawful moving of worlds.

Air is foul at 8 AM.
Walk across coals.

On my victrola: Walt*r Carlos By R*qu*st.

As Virgilius Maro of T. says, scind*ratio fonorum or 'scrambling of words'.


Arch of K*rgu*l*n.


F*ghoot.


Jimpl*cut*.


Mov* 36.


"Every landscape is a mood, said Amiel. And the fine landscapes of the Tamil country are the settings for the five moods or phases of love... Each landscape has its characteristic flower or tree by which it is named or evoked, its best time of day or time of year. ...the mere mention of these, or any other of the birds or trees or men of the forest, will suggest [the mood]..." --Th* Lit*ratur*s of India: An Introduction (ed E C Dimock et al, 1974)

World Tribunal.

Third R*ich 'n' Roll.

On my victrola- Am*s Broth*rs: D*stination Moon.

"One can get pretty literary on islands." --John Grav*s.

This cult of making your own sound is as though raising a tamagotchi. Its food is daily songs.
   Which aids us how?
   Our dark grows gray; not with light. As if with light.

43.

zarif nashwood Sravana · I of anagram rank rsta
Thracias twinkling footpath · no odynacusis ashtray
cross passwords avian cark in · Canaan lit monarch

"Canaan" is my tag for "2M1207b"; "sandcoil" for 3xil*-myth.

44.

urticant droll athanor · I scry balsawood incog stir
adducing brougham lorn blog flaps · famous atninga wharf rancid
snarls royally groan silicon · assault occiput

Via 785th.com

"Where is there anything like the famous Kalittokai poem of the lame man pursuing the hunchback woman?".



    ”Stonewalled (Shakespeare XIV)

The fall of Colossus calls for more than pluck.
Atop the ziggurat astronomy
finds one, two stars. (Three with luck.)
Why do I keep feeling "quality
of life" is more than wigs of polliwogs? Tell,
O cranium, where these walls lead, numbing as they wind:
nor do but echoes report from the stopped up well.
Each new day presents me with a find,
a book or a record, yet I hardly derive
sustenance therefrom. My wobbly art
rolls on. Rumorous, the baboons thrive
in spite of mystic blasting. Clouds convert
to muddier clouds, while toads prognosticate
inside thick cornerstones of uncertain date."

--Zachary Appomattox, A S*ri*s of Unfortunat* Pr*sid*nts



" If you were to step back in time, to somewhere 200 or 300 years ago, somewhere across the Mediterranean, there you would find exactly this type of melody and arrangement. What we are doing is to reclaim a very ancient Mediterranean tradition, from the Egyptians and especially from the Ancient Greeks, basically using what are known as Greek and Roman 'modes.' By this, I mean the musical scales that were used before the 'theory of chords' appeared in the 17th and 18th centuries. This theory was a milestone in the history of western music, but before there was another type of music before called the 'Ars Antiqua' which was modal1 and monodic2. And then came the 'Ars Nova' which corresponds to the period in music when chords first appeared. We wanted to reclaim a series of melodic arrangements that were supposedly composed without the tradition of the 'Ars Antiqua.' Our search led us to those Mediterranean musics that maintain that tradition, that is Arabic, Turkish and Spanish Folklore." --As-if music.


"Int*ll*cts vast and cool and unsympath*tic..."


Factory 798.

Nochnoy dozor.


39.

stairway its jaguar I bring · twinkling warmthlight by Jingo stay
is ajar Barabajagal · agora turbofolk back
bronchial pilch obituary · broadband birdtalk


40.

anagogic snail rampart · ignorant dodgy agama
lights scratch as snarky bandit · I align cromorna ratoon
Umbrist spurious walking proud · still might again snarl


41.

politically wobbly blot · I stoop wilbanhajj acrostic
walking slowly slight byblow · twinkling coign absurd abundant
glow by oblong flaw gossip stars · gimpy island at


42.

obyism abusion · lying I is moot rain abort
dusty isotopic night · not anonymous sly byblow
sinking snitch against gizmo wild · issuant among

Tamagotchis. (from tomodachi 'buddy'?)



    ’Telluric and magnetic

  Sincere and utterly Peruvian mechanics
those of the reddish hill!
Theoretical and practical soil!
Intelligent furrows; example: the monolith and its retinue!
Potato fields, barely fields, lucerne fields, a wonderful thing!
Cultivations which integrate an astonishing hierarchy of tools
and which integrate with wind the lowings,
the waters with their muffled antiquity!

  Quaternary maizes, with opposite birthdays,
I hear through my feet how they move aside,
I smell them return when the earth
clashes with the sky’s technique!
Abruptly molecule! Terse atom!

  Oh human fields!
Solar and nutritious absence of the sea,
and oceanic feeling for everything!
Oh climates found inside gold, ready!
Oh intellectual field of a cordillera,
with religion, with fields, with baby ducks!
Pachyderms in prose while passing
and in poetry while halting!
Rodents which look with judicial feeling all around!
Oh my life’s patriotic asses!
Vicuna, national and graceful descendant of my ape!
Oh light which is hardly a mirror away from the shadow,
which is life with a period and, with a line, dust
and that is why I revere it, climbing through the idea to my skeleton!

  Harvest in the time of the spacious pepper tree,
of the lantern hung from a human temple
and of the one taken down from the magnificent little bar!
Poultry-yard angels,
birds by a slip up of the crest!
Cavess or cavy to be eaten fried
with the wild bird pepper of the temperings!
(Condors? Fuck the condors!)
Christian logs by the grace of
a happy trunk and a competent stalk!
Family of lichens,
species in basalt formation that I
respect
from this extremely modest paper!
Four operations, I dismiss you
to save the oak and to destroy it properly!
Slopes caught in the act!
Tearful auchenia, my own souls!
Sierra of my Peru, Peru of the world,
and Peru at the base of the orb, I stick with you!
Morning stars if I aromatize you
burning coca leaves in this skull,
and zenithal ones, if I uncover,
in one hat doff, my ten temples!
Arm sowing, get down, and on foot!
Rain on the basis of noon,
under the tile roof where the indefatigable
altitude gnaws
and the turtle dove cuts her trill in three.
Rotation of modern afternoons
and delicate archaeological dawns.
Indian later than man and before him!
I understand all of it on two flutes
and I make myself understood on a quena!
As for the others, they can jerk me off!...’

--C*sar Vall*jo, Th* Compl*t* Posthumous Po*try (tr 3shl*man & Barcia, 1980)



La cultur* moy*nn*.


Auvaiyar.

"Traditionally Mavortians paint with their non-leading hand." --Dr Swot

" 'Know first, the heavens, the earth, the flowing sea,
The moon's bright globe, and the Titanian stars
By one interior spirit are sustained:
Through all their members interfused, a mind
Quickens the mass entire, and mingling stirs
The mighty frame. Thence springs the life of men,
And grazing flocks, and flying birds, and all
The strange shapes in the deep and shining sea.
A fiery vigor animates these germs,
And a celestial origin, so far
As our gross bodies clog them not, nor weight
Of perishable limbs impedes the soul.
Hence they desire and fear, rejoice and grieve;
And, shut in prisons dark, they look not back
Upon the skies. Nor e'en when life’s last ray
Has fled, does every ill depart, nor all
Corporeal taints quite leave their unhappy frames.
And needs must be that many a hardened fault
Inheres in wondrous ways. Therefore the pains
Of punishment they undergo, for sins
Of former times. Some in the winds are hung
Suspended and exposed. Others beneath
A waste of waters from their guilt are cleansed,
Or purified by fire. We all endure
Our ghostly retribution. Thence, a few
Attain the free Elysium’s happy fields,
Till Time’s great cycle of long years, complete,
Clears the fixed taint, and leaves the etherial sense
Pure, a bright flame of unmixed heavenly air.
All these, when for a thousand years the wheel
Of fate has turned, the Deity calls forth
To Lethe’s stream, a mighty multitude;
That they, forgetful of the past, may see
Once more the vaulted sky, and may begin
To wish return into corporeal frames.' "

--Cranch’s Virgil



"We are all now it seems casting about for something we can only call the post-postmodern: on the right new fanaticisms join hands with the old feudalisms in a gigantic tidal wave of reaction, while on the left we seem to faced with the untimely choice between the endless ramifications of identity politics or the forging of a new universal class."


Ibid.


Counter-Earth (not Cruithn*). Plus. Philolaus's "Antichthon".

Ajaja.

Conting*nt Manif*sto. (via Cahi*rs d* Cor*y)


    ”Always Already

The heft ends in a humid click. We are now compressed according to what everybody already knows about an accordion. Talcum in the folds, hiss crowded to fading. It cannot persist and so will end outside.

We were up all night in the bellows with the bellhop, husking lemons and catching ice. The folds sing. This is where we will look.

The sheer size of it partitioned the hug and set the heel of the answer. The sparkle delayed the thud. We knew our water was undrinkable and all we had.

We will not, without air, get high enough to pierce this.

We are hunters, squeezing out a script. This mumbling is ten feet tall. I can’t see you. There is a truck slapping plates. Your words are silver and creeped. I don’t feel bad that I can’t hear you. When we get out, we get out.

The heft rounds itself up.”

--Sasha Frere-Jones in Hat 6



38.

obsidionary aboding · usurps birddog admitx
pillbug dollop on walking · crook my Waihopai obolus
monobiblioids’ idolatry · sing an ugly

    "A Dead March

PLAY me a march, low-ton’d and slow—a march for a silent tread,  
Fit for the wandering feet of one who dreams of the silent dead,  
Lonely, between the bones below and the souls that are overhead.  
 
Here for a while they smil’d and sang, alive in the interspace,  
Here with the grass beneath the foot, and the stars above the face,
Now are their feet beneath the grass, and whither has flown their grace?  
 
Who shall assure us whence they come, or tell us the way they go?  
Verily, life with them was joy, and, now they have left us, woe,  
Once they were not, and now they are not, and this is the sum we know.  
 
Orderly range the seasons due, and orderly roll the stars.
How shall we deem the soldier brave who frets of his wounds and scars?  
Are we as senseless brutes that we should dash at the well-seen bars?  
 
No, we are here, with feet unfix’d, but ever as if with lead  
Drawn from the orbs which shine above to the orb on which we tread,  
Down to the dust from which we came and with which we shall mingle dead.
 
No, we are here to wait, and work, and strain our banish’d eyes,  
Weary and sick of soil and toil, and hungry and fain for skies  
Far from the reach of wingless men, and not to be scal’d with cries.  
 
No, we are here to bend our necks to the yoke of tyrant Time,  
Welcoming all the gifts he gives us—glories of youth and prime,
Patiently watching them all depart as our heads grow white as rime.  
 
Why do we mourn the days that go—for the same sun shines each day,  
Ever a spring her primrose hath, and ever a May her may;  
Sweet as the rose that died last year is the rose that is born to-day.  
 
Do we not too return, we men, as ever the round earth whirls?  
Never a head is dimm’d with gray but another is sunn’d with curls;  
She was a girl and he was a boy, but yet there are boys and girls.  
 
Ah, but alas for the smile of smiles that never but one face wore;  
Ah, for the voice that has flown away like a bird to an unseen shore;  
Ah, for the face—the flower of flowers—that blossoms on earth no more."

--Cosmo Monkhous*


How much go? (via Ch*khov's Mistr*ss)


Ghost Rid*r.


A world. (via M*tafilt*r)

At what point did "fiction or nonfiction" turn into a tough quiz?


Akam and puram. (via John Barn*s's 3arth mad* of Glass (1998).)


"Whatever became of that big rich country that used to buy the stuff we make? The answer: It went the way of the old Republic."


Zi: watching Incubus to Dir 3n Gr*y.

    ”Apology

A word sticks in the wind’s throat;
A wind-launch drifts in the swells of rye;
Sometimes, in broad silence,
The hanging apples distil their darkness.

You, in a green dress, calling, and with brown hair,
Who come by the field-path now, whose name I say
Softly, forgive me love if also I call you
Wind’s word, apple-heart, haven of grasses.”

--Richard Wilbur (1956)



Inf*rnokrush*r. (via Goblin M*rcantil* 3xchang*)


37.

pasigraphy walking as · I agrypnotic grom baggy
apply ghastly typical · twinkling caracul slalom
skim winch an orgival sandcoil · is gibbons faring



"Freaders will realize that it's been a long time since The Astute Gelepanos became a parody of themselves. So they're going to do it again. And this time, they're going straight to laserdisc."


"We have mostly killed the shamen, their rites and languages. That's why it's important that artists should be inventing new rituals, new forms, new strangenesses."

34.

dominion formal Umbrist · I snarky lithic wodwo snuff
of cosmos or ambit damp sky · dump ump abrupt crumb bishop as
it will assay in patchouli · brisk skiff hyacinth


35.

malison candy flint I · ossuary wodwo snap scrawl
walking anchor adrift by · affords slant pitchy ongoing
stab film fossick usufruct is · ruinous favor


36.

insidious incog is · I mortmain nullify Oswald
limulus snag accrual · sobbing Ogdoad limits ask
military Om forlorn fray · its am taikonaut



I concur with Springtail.

Slak*s Limbo.


"In vain I rail at Opportunity,
At Time, at Tarquin, and uncheerful night..."

--Th* Rap* of Lucr*c*

    "No Bad Sugar"

twilight aways with · allowing lilt
again wholly static · mask owning wall
my assignation · owls sing it
who watch · old aluminum bows
awaiting birth and again · allowing lilt


    "A Lay of Mutilation"

dark saloon rabbit · nano origami
urticant bliss · this sixth Sith
lobo Cobol · factions of circus
sharp pillars · nips stun gulag
a lug nut's spin · Shingon pachinko
marshmallowdrama · rockupation
Czolgosz · how top typists turn into brands


A n*w book on Virgilius Maro of Toulous*...


"...there are not only separate sets of pronouns for different combinations of social ranks, but a distinct set reserved just for addressing ethnic Chinese."

incomprehensible birds

--Saroyan



"Butoh, Masaka had said to him one day, is not dada."


"If I could be a farmer, I would try to start a diner that only used produce grown within a 100-mile radius of the restaurant."

The God Bubbl*.


"I do believe that Bush and other high-level administration officials will face a court someday, but I think it will be after 2009, and probably in a national court such as Brussels or Madrid (exercising universal jurisdiction) rather than the
ICC. . ."


Acid Wolf 2.

    "Beat It

Enough, perhaps, that Pop should have a King,
without the other perks that from it flow--
but what if one should claim perpetual spring,
and fondle boys, and all the parents know?

Justice, a gaud that we no longer cling
when there's so many other wads to blow,
(and foreigners to torture)-- level field
for millionaires--your peasant folk fall prey
to all the bleak idolatries they wield:
I do believe we're in this slough to stay.

But lo, before the final verdict's sealed
on what was once a refuge, the gift repealed
and the hope dashed, what of this relict day?"

--Victor V*rmis

    30.

domino gorgon implant · I incur contrary Ogpu
joy cruzada ogling pomp · snort gilt among spork claypit lamps
and stringy bitmap birdtalk · school ruinous grom


    31.

basilisk carillon is · I float with astrological
skidmarks octopus warp cry · will ply clown zoomorph only
wig us dim of slag sorrows dark · italic twinkling


    32.

auditory fulcrum odds · I storing polyps from hylic
of ruinous slight acclaim · fright hustling amok conus odds
odorous as hinth assault it · nor program gibbons


    33.

pacini gambit Scully · I incoming dig sgraffito
rapacious impacts obstruct · with still ash Icarian mulch
flashbangs olfactory by hint · big on scab Notus

Maintains. (via Silliman)


    ”Doves

      1

Mother of mouthings,
the grey doves in your many branches
code and decode what warnings
we call recall of love’s watery tones?

   hurrrrrr
   harrrrrr
   hurrr .

She raises the bedroom window
to let in the air and pearl-grey
   light of morning
where the first world stript of its names extends,
where initial things go,
beckoning dove-sounds recur
   taking what we know of them

from the soul leaps to the tongue’s tip
   as if to tell
      what secret
in the word for it.

      2

The bird claws scraping the ledges.
I hear the rustling of wings. Is it evening?
The woodwinds chortling or piping,
sounds settling down in the dark pit where the orchestra lights glow
as the curtain rises, and in the living room,
as another stage,
lamps are lit.

      3

  The lady in the shade of the boughs
  held a dove in her two hands,
  let it fly up from the bowl she made
  as if a word had left her lips.

  Now that the song has flown
  the tree shakes, rustling in the wind,
  with no stars of its own,
  for all the nets of words are gone.

  The lady holds nothing in her two hands
  cupt. The catches of the years are torn.
  And the wood-light floods and overflows
  the bowl she holds like a question.

  Voices of children from playgrounds come
  sounding on the wind without names.
  We cannot tell who they are there
  we once were too under what star?

  Before words, after words . hands
  lifted as a bowl for water, alms or prayer.
  For what we heard was no more than a dove’s

   hurrrrrr
   harrrrrr
   hurrr

      where the Day slept
  after noon, in the light’s blur and shade
  the Queen of the Tree’s Talking
  hears only the leaf sound,
  whirrr of wings in the boughs,

  the voices in the wind verging into leaf sound.

      4

I wanted to say something,
that my heart had such a burden,
or needed a burden in order to say something.

Take what mask to find words
and as an old man come forward
into a speech he had long waited for,

had on the tip of his tongue,
from which now . O fateful thread!
Sentence that thru my song most moved!

Now from your courses the flame has fled
making but words of what I loved.”

--Rob*rt Duncan, Roots and Branch*s (1964)



J*richo.


On my victrola: Clust*r- Gross*s Wass*r.

"Samuel Menashe
   — "In the storm's eye"
   — "Wake up late"
   — "The only one"
(The gnomic simplicity of Menashe's poems reminds me of William Bronk; these three last lines make kind of a nice poem in themselves.)"


"Different Ways to Pray

There was the method of kneeling,
a fine method, if you lived in a country
where stones were smooth.
The women dreamed wistfully of bleached courtyards,
hidden corners where knee fit rock.
Their prayers were weathered rib bones,
small calcium words uttered in sequence,
as if this shedding of syllables could somehow
fuse them to the sky.

There were the men who had been shepherds so long
they walked like sheep.
Under the olive trees, they raised their arms—
Hear us! We have pain on earth!
We have so much pain there is no place to store it!
But the olives bobbed peacefully
in fragrant buckets of vinegar and thyme.
At night the men ate heartily, flat bread and white cheese,
and were happy in spite of the pain, because there was also happiness.

Some prized the pilgrimage,
wrapping themselves in new white linen
to ride buses across miles of vacant sand.
When they arrived at Mecca
they would circle the holy places,
on foot, many times, they would bend to kiss the earth
and return, their lean faces housing mystery.

While for certain cousins and grandmothers
the pilgrimage occurred daily,
lugging water from the spring
or balancing the baskets of grapes.

These were the ones present at births,
humming quietly to perspiring mothers.
The ones stitching intricate needlework into
children’s dresses,
forgetting how easily children soil clothes.

There were those who didn’t care about praying.
The young ones. The ones who had been to America.
They told the old ones, you are wasting your time.
Time?—The old ones prayed for the young ones.
They prayed for Allah to mend their brains,
for the twig, the round moon,
to speak suddenly in a commanding tone.

And occasionally there would be one
who did none of this,
the old man Fowzi, for example, Fowzi the fool,
who beat everyone at dominoes,
insisted he spoke with God as he spoke with goats,
and was famous for his laugh."

--found at Say Som*thing Wond*rful.

At a chain bookshop: 6 scrapbooking publications.



Mouth and Foot Painting Artists.

Local artist.


Attack of th* Monst*rs.


R*ligion Against the S*lf.


Panopticon. (via Dr M*nlo)


Tomorrow is dog carts.