The King in Yellow: a Jacobean Noh Play by Graywyvern

ACT I.

Scene 1. A balcony with rail & painted landscape-sky scene beyond. All characters are masked. Masks are cartoonish but enigmatic. And asymmetrical. Costumes are elaborate & non-functional, but of no distinct era or culture. Furnishings are minimal but strikingly abstract. Characters speak line-endings cleanly, but only in a declamatory fashion for longer monologues. Sometimes silence intervenes (even within a speech), as the actor or director sees fit. The whole manner is of weird contrivance, of Rube Goldberg; of an experiment in danger of not coming off.

NAOTALBA Tailgated by the crimson
Moiety till my carport
Brings vast eclipse & a wall
Comprised of dead cicalas,
I am Naotalba 'tombed
In Naotalba. (turning towards the door) A whelk
Procured these vestments' purple.

CASSILDA (enters) And what the miasmatic
Garboil's thick at double dusk?

NAOTALBA It is a trick of the sky.

CASSILDA Does the sky lie too?

NAOTALBA Badly.

CASSILDA Then school it, till our chaos
Tell there no more than the white
Visage of Naotalba.

NAOTALBA Have it your way, my Lady.

CASSILDA (in a changed tone) Always just about to rain
But never does. One grows sick
Of stalking the asphodel.
(Back to the former:) I begin to remember.
Once there were other azures
Than chalice & gingerbread
Server. We feed the ebbing;
And like buzzards, let our greed
Unscrew us from an airspace.

NAOTALBA For you, perhaps some Tokay?

CASSILDA More, yes. (He pours.) Is the Ball tonight?

NAOTALBA It is.

CASSILDA I have a yearning
Sudden-like, to attend as
Some contraption of Babbage,
An automaton, a pun
In gray alloy.

NAOTALBA (aside) No demon
Better simulates a jest.
(To her) We shall deface this coinage
With alacrity.

CASSILDA --Soon, soon;
But who brings rain to Tlaloc?
(Pauses.) The stillborn worlds appall me.
Who’s stealthily going mad
Feels more & more their rightness
And dwells on pre-smash Krypton
A gnostic geologist.
Go. (He leaves.) (Contemptuously:) Enochian crossword
On a scrap of foolscap. Troll
At nowhere's crossing! (Tenderly:) Topaz
Your eyes, sweet, untenanted
By pain. One quick nocturnal
Interloper could leave you
A pocket of ebony.
Now I think about Alar
But all I feel is the dread
Of discovery. Sickly
By one black candle's saffron
A ukase Plutonian
I’ll issue. Invocation
Merely of what in this mine
Passes for a camera,
I want that bastard followed. (Enter HASTUR.)

HASTUR My queen.

CASSILDA Your eyelids quiver
Like hummingbirds. What is it?

HASTUR It seems from the worked-out goaf
One last gemmate surprise springs.

CASSILDA With disaster we keep tryst?

HASTUR Nothing so grand. It seems, the
Peasants, as if by magic
Have all eloigned.

CASSILDA They never
Petitioned us for mercy.
Not once.

HASTUR All in the grammar
Of rulership. That jasmine
Fragrance becomes you.

CASSILDA So stones
Are become, aye, by yellow.

HASTUR Withhold that word, dear. A time
Will come to wield such a force
But not yet. (In a lower tone) O Cassilda,
Eyes imprisoned by language
Find umgang in their lit cone
The sanguine horizon called
Storm sunset. What morbidness!
Beaker of golden chartreuse
To dispel were ample glare.
(She leaves.) Such a vision I have seen
I'll not soon be rid of. Care's
Defunctive slivers blended,
The hands piled apart, dimness
And the ash of a frail prayer,
And we will be as they are
Under the red baobab.
A lace of flesh from us hangs
Already. Finish the poem
Though it squander the poet,
For all teloi-whorl is myrrh.

Scene 2. Cassilda's chambers. A canopied bed, Danish Moderne dressing table, & an ornate armoire in greenish wood. Tapestries, sconces. Cassilda holds an instrument, part lyre, part astrolabe, & sing-speaks the following, to intermittent discords.

CASSILDA 'Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink behind the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa

Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies,
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa

Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
Die though, unheard, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.'

Beneath yon proud magenta fez
You think to live through this last hajj
As if moon’s silver
Cured Carcosa.

What do you want, Camilla?

CAMILLA To see a heart of marble.

CASSILDA Having found it?

CAMILLA Pachelbel
At times assuages.

CASSILDA We need,
All of us, some vengeful dream.

CAMILLA You dream only of the end.

CASSILDA I sleep not.

CAMILLA You are Baja
In sand, in stars, & in forms
Of razor-edged shapeliness.
If our annihilation
Does not ensue, it's Hastur
Keeps dowsing the catafalque.

CASSILDA But I would contain this plague.

CAMILLA And so you do.

CASSILDA Hyades,
Aldebaran, what matter
To the fond kamikaze
Whether his diving haiku
Find publication?

CAMILLA Cobweb
Me not with your metaphors.
I am in difficulty.

CASSILDA (Slowly:) Alas, you’re in R'lyeh.

CAMILLA (Swiftly:) Enceinte.

CASSILDA Tonight, a languid
Waltz shall encircle the ax
Of glass. Escape is not far.

CAMILLA Hastur knows.

CASSILDA Then opium
And oodles. What energy
Remains will do you no good.

CAMILLA I dreamed of a yellow king
Who wore rags & bright feathers
And glided without the weight
His shape ought to have. Across
The drawbridge he came; a thorn
Sprouted in my heart, despair
And the sense of a closed vault.

CASSILDA How narrow's the sepulchre
For a lorn spirit swimming.

CAMILLA This thought is like the wild foehn
Through stone corridors, neon
At once em'rald & amber.
I feel faint.

CASSILDA Mountains of slag
'Twixt us & the truth, sister;
Nor that one bears a fishhook.

CAMILLA What are you saying?

CASSILDA Fragrance
Kills.

CAMILLA Then to Thale I'll turn
Who never turned me down.

CASSILDA Love
To join you, but a pallid
Abyss beckons. Invisible
Are the best phenomena.
It is said that when Sacla
Had done, he left one blue jay
Behind to express his terse
Disavowal of the work,
And I hark to like whisper.

CAMILLA A woman with a mission.

CASSILDA When you encounter him, say
This morning I spared a roach. (Exits.)

CAMILLA What can cause all that rustling
In a mind of emptiness?
I must set off some sulfur
To sweeten. As if expiry
Could come into this crystal
(Enter THALE.) Anyway.

THALE You called?

CAMILLA Zephyr
To my parched cheek, Thale, white
Possesses the azaleas
When you are near. Cassilda
Makes complots.

THALE By what dire signs?

CAMILLA So far, I am uncertain,
But that she grows neglectful
Of her aim, as if soon none
Will be left to--

THALE Aroma
Of her precedes. (Sternly.) Be silent.

CASSILDA (Airily, & with a touch of irony:) Does anyone remember
Where they saw me leave my gloves?

THALE & CAMILLA No.

CASSILDA See you at the party.
(With extreme terror:) Wait. that is not Thale. Look!
(She snatches at his face, but he pulls back in time.)
He wears a mask.

THALE As many
As there are masked hours.

CASSILDA (Angrily:) Mine
The discovery!
(She gets it this time. All draw back.)

STRANGER (Formerly THALE.) Let here
Begin our revels.

CAMILLA (Slowly:) Pale sneer
On blankness, eyes empty black...
'You sir, should unmask.

STRANGER Indeed?

CASSILDA Indeed it's time. We all have
Laid aside disguise but you.

STRANGER I wear no mask.

CAMILLA (Terrified, aside to CASSILDA.) No mask? No
Mask!'

STRANGER This visage bright with clay
And cold, dark; a fallow field;
Is only Cabalatrab
Naked.

CASSILDA Nudity does jar
Out of context.

CAMILLA Where’s Thale?

STRANGER (Whispers.) Away.

CASSILDA Now a new accent
Learning, I trow.

CAMILLA One candle
More will unsight us.

STRANGER My art
Is delusion's quietus.

CASSILDA A rock in my shoe. Statesman
Of my father's sort, Uoht would
Know what to make of this buzz.
(Solemnly.) May the great caladium
Of peace enfold you. (Stabs.) All grass
Is flesh.

STRANGER (Dying.) I came to tell--

CASSILDA Flesh
That wants trimming. (Stabs him again.)

CAMILLA Aldones
Sent him, surely.

CASSILDA Your desire
And two cents sent him. Sickly
Our eclipse-light grows, bizarre
The conception of beauty.

CAMILLA Sister, hie us to the swarm.

Scene 3. The Ball. Half a dozen couples, but all the nonspeaking actors stand frozen in appropriate poses. Some sort of irritating music--played backwards?--comes & goes. Their "costumes" resemble modern American clothes, only exaggerated.

HASTUR (Tangoing with Camilla:) Naotalba is absent.

CAMILLA He's always absent.

HASTUR His steel
Was found.

CAMILLA Prison moons attend
His skulking. Sir, have mercy.

HASTUR I fear this development.
Rooks, suddenly blasphemous,
Are at me night & day, they
Whisper: "From Aldebaran
Will seed a novel coral;
'Have you found the yellow sign?'"
(Whenever this is said, the lights flicker.)

CAMILLA When you have tried my lilies
You'll feel much less afflicted.

HASTUR What is that awful incense?

CAMILLA I don't smell anything.

HASTUR Rhyme
Unpaired with aught: I smell blood.

CAMILLA Is it like the waft of sex?
We have just had sex.

HASTUR More wine!
I must have more wine! (He runs away.)

CAMILLA My silk
Seems to have a stain. Bother!

CASSILDA (Waltzing with Yhtill.) The Negaverse is our wills'
Deception?

YHTILL Metaphor. Time
Requires we spin our legend
Each of ourselves, crystalline
Webs without conjunction;
A moment's twinned filigree
Turns to smoke--

CASSILDA Or malachite?

YHTILL Why malachite?

HASTUR (Solus.) The rim’s gold, bright & gemmate
With bubbles, ah, I never
Cease to savor. Amethyst
Dreams alone I crave. Muzzy
As my head is, revellers
Round me, Amontillado
Within me, still I must dream
Of that accursed gecko
Bearing wintry catharsis
They label the Pallid Mask.
Pandemic! O Aziel
Too encompassing's your womb
And too greedy. A silken
Slide of years, just long enough
To fadge a fair aloha
And then let the flames anele.
But now we verge on Hekla
And facepaint with orpiment!
(Weeps.)

CAMILLA (To herself.) Despair is a polltaker.
I had thought this solitude
Would have an end. Frankincense
Drifts away. Her gloves, I will
Cut them into small pieces,
Portraying accordingly
The universal slaughter.

YHTILL (To CASSILDA.) His lordship looks so pale, go
Interrogate soft the oaf.

CASSILDA So, Yhtill, the new creature
Has been here awhile. --Watteau
Surmised. Off to Maremma!
(Approaches HASTUR.)

HASTUR (Brokenly:) The victims of landmines prey
Upon my will.

CASSILDA Zeitlichkeit
Is too much? Crepuscular
And stuff. Try some espresso.

HASTUR I am a burning dumpster.
The old king prostituted
Daughters; Constantinople
Took them; I have done much worse.

CASSILDA We've forgiven the wodwo
For being a wodwo, woe
To the non-wodwos.

HASTUR You give
Yourself too much credit.

CASSILDA Me?
I ground the poison. His mad
Cries made a haunting music
Even now I'm not beyond
Savoring. Insomnia
Has its comforts.

HASTUR Unicorn
And virgin in one. Crimson
Spot on my delirium,
And contemptuous Tarot
Spread.

CASSILDA Buying a large bottle
Is a kind of commitment. (Leaves.)

HASTUR Robed in funest mystery
A psychopathic peacock
Hour nears. We replace breath
With briny wisdom, tears
With the slime of the deep.

CASSILDA (At the edge of the stage.) Veldt
Like this gives us stones for bread
Unless we call on Hali. (Blackout.)

ACT II.
Scene 1. Cassilda’s chambers, but disordered, & the mirror shattered. Burns on some of the furniture & tapestries. Rags on the floor, & torn up books. Cassilda, nude in green body paint, with the corpse of Naotalba, obviously & unseasonably putrescent.

CASSILDA That talk of insanity
Is a code for dissidence
Which strays too far, burrows too
Deep & near to the secret.
You, though, are in it. I'll find
A way for a breach. 'By the
(Sings) Dark of the moon I planted'
One hundred thousand bombs. Weight
Of Mount Yaanek upon you,
Rise! By the swift ebony
Of Aztec priests, by Eurus,
By the blood of the unborn!
You will hear me! By the sleep
Of Pharaohs, by the crone moon;
By the lost blues of Chartres!
You will answer me! Ostrich
Within your head stuck in death, yield
To a stronger pull! Basalt
Is weaker. Now you shall talk
Nor will I permit the mask
Of gibberish, enigma:
Have you found the Yellow Sign?
Say! Whisper voluptuous
One word. Productivity
Will be rewarded. What if
I fashioned anew that face
Of bruise & pallor? So cold
You fiercely remain, still free,
Still as taciturn. Music
You'd send me, Naotalba.
It’s so quiet where I am.
Where knowledge is. Not the dead
Know what I know. Though you care,
The best music dies at once.
(Croons.) 'A-woobie obba dobba,
Obba woobie dobba...' Ear
For miracles, have we? Buzz,
Red smear on the front bumper
Gawking! Naught else calls us food!
O pity, pity for us
All! The singularities
Have taught me jurisprudence,
Intricate weariness
With legs. I eat the tsimtsum
With chopsticks of electrum
And I shit on Fomalhaut.
Why don't you bless my question
Heart? A swaying emptiness
Is all, all. Wail accordingly
From the Pit of Noumenon!
By the slow-blooded Phyva,
I charge thee.

NAOTALBA --Unhook the World.
(CASSILDA grabs him & flings him out of the chair.)

CASSILDA At last!

NAOTALBA You cannot land it.
(She shakes him until his head comes off & rolls away.)

CASSILDA (In a different voice:) Black’s dominion isn’t Black.

Scene 2. Throne Room, dominated by a huge chair that half resembles an electric chair.

HASTUR One lesson's lodged in this night:
'It is a terrible thing
To fall into the hands of'
A 'living god.' --Vorpal edge
Of wisdom rends our velvet
Throats to extinguish some drouth
We haven’t heard of. Jedburgh
Salvation.

YHTILL It's not madness
To guard 'gainst sciamachy.

HASTUR I'll have blackened coelacanth.

YHTILL To kill you an assassin
Has been dispatched.

HASTUR Normalcy.

YHTILL 'Bunched kisses' 'crackle & drag'
In the Negaverse.

HASTUR Raps clack
Calcspar; I resonate to.
O 'hue-tempestuous' orb!
Crimethink by that saddest light,
Pink-gold sodium attack
Converts tragedy to Spam.
And each of us has a sign
Born under, our realm & game;
To else, nescient. The rag
We'll die for. Heimarmenê
Has subdivided spirit--
And no spook on this muskeg
Understands, ophidian,
The coils: each has their fond drug
And warped map of Xibalba.
This is mine. What's that murmur
Swaying the wisteria,
Bringing a foretaste of ice
To the one it want to nab?
My eyes bedim. Melody
Defunctive creeps to occult
My little bonfire of words--
'No dietetic sequel.' (Enter CASSILDA.)

CASSILDA Black milk for Peacock Angel.

HASTUR Thy maquillage looks ghastly.

CASSILDA I filled the cracks with star grout,
My pupils with hematite.
How do you like the façade?

HASTUR I witness the same old jade,
A stone most porismatic
In the palm.

CASSILDA Divinity
Does not suit you. Stick to war.

HASTUR You used to paint with henna
Those pale, lovely hands; now gore
Luauesque. Each finds their path
In the absinthe, Cassilda.

CASSILDA We're not on the same planet.

HASTUR 'Have you found the Yellow Sign?'

CASSILDA Alas, I have too much flesh
And not enough knife.

HASTUR Queen Mab
Complains of her cobweb cage.

CASSILDA I'll leave you a talisman,
And when the last arabesque
Unfurls, you may find me.

HASTUR Salt
Is like Abracadabra
To a snail.

CASSILDA Goodbye, grotto.
I'll see you on Sirius.
(They begin to slash each other with switchblades. The scene continues in pantomime for some time. The blood is bright & non-naturalistic but the actors may realistically feign injury.)

Scene 3. Throne Room, subtly transformed.

CAMILLA All the wives in Carcosa
Have red hair, they say.

YHTILL Triage
Is useless in the matrix;
The rolling cursor curses
And having cursed, moves on. Shall
We?

CAMILLA Black & white's the zebra
Alone among innocents,
Yet he too yields burgundy.
But were you always Thale?

YHTILL Inconstantly, to my shame.

CAMILLA It is a bulwark of gneiss
Keeps me in stir, paradise
Kevork'd.

YHTILL Typhonian age,
All the time we ever had
Together. First, enskyment;
Then funest copulation.
Life is high parabolas
Or nothing.

CAMILLA The tongueless mouths
Of Naxyr vend a proverb
Unknown here, but very apt:
"I garble Babel, Bragi."

YHTILL Dizzyingly velvetish
Is this new invocation.
What will you raise with it?

CAMILLA Ra,
Who'll come whatever you do.

YHTILL That’s so Last-Year's-Sunglasses.

CAMILLA Or transsubstantiation
In gardens of amethyst.

YHTILL A mask unmasks illusion
As fundamental, ocean
We founder in sans land.

CAMILLA My
Old Heliogabalan
Tastes recur. Tell me the truth.
What did you give Cassilda?

YHTILL A lesser plague.

CAMILLA Than language?

YHTILL Heliophobic motives
Afflict us all.

CAMILLA To this quartz
Is ebon.

YHTILL Oolongphaeic
Ever our meaninglessness
Whether we give up one eye
For knowledge or both. Image
Of my desire, be its cairn
And I'll for your sake abort
Flight, rescue, even worry...

CAMILLA So potent is poetry.

YHTILL Hastur with his brainworm moans
All night of the Hyades
And Aldebaran, his cave
To a lost template coded.

CAMILLA But what of the child?

YHTILL Monstrous,
Conceived by gloryglimmer
From Yog-Sothoth himself, if
The thing even have a face
I swear to love it.

CAMILLA Surely,
Double, like Tiresias,
Our flowery fate must stare
T'wards some dazzle.

YHTILL Azrael
Is said to cruise at new moons.

CAMILLA My despair wears cartilage
And circles.

YHTILL Empearl this wine
With believing. Strange hejira,
Yet necessary. Malaise
Will become the law; holy
Its stigmata. They will lock
Themselves within. Level field:
All's quicksand. In the night church
Pulumchva feign cicala
Song; fleshless hands will anele.

CAMILLA And we who’re coals from the goaf,

The diamond's diamond;
For nilpertains daylight our bassoon
Indigo demon.

YHTILL Let world-destruction be our meaning;
Slow poison, our air.

CAMILLA Our new capital will be Dallas.

YHTILL Anaglyphic oafs
To shuffle its pavements till the end

CAMILLA --Since turquoise is dead:

(Together:) Since the Nephilim have turned kiwis.


FINIS.

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roads void of cars · blowing dust troops
windows dark · luminous grass troops

from gift flotsam · what do you build
morning paralysis · sign troops

in saffron · lying rainbow moon
madrigal grow · rim star myrrh troops

mutiny · Arcadia blood
Godzilla crystal · stomp bulb troops


For*sti*r* Gard*ns.

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Plot is a mask put upon what occurs, mostly unmaskful. To grok a wholly abstract art, you must hold your own illusion of unity at bay. For what? --As it is only from that void's agony, that our art is born.


fill my days with storm
with black angst · Ygg fill my days
so i cannot · in
this crystal labyrinth · say
to any · what plaiks my snain


Wh*r*'s My Spac* Ag*?

I'm not a bard of story books. My instinct for story is faint. As though a bird without inborn polar navigation skills could only fly in a straight path not far, or by following a road known as such. Things just occur. Making up a story about it, is not much aid.


sandalwood · tally
uniform · idly carcass
flock twinkling · pools fog
idiom strong · gallop cloud
flow · my hungry indigo


If 9 was 12.


On my victrola- N*w Triumvirat*: Pomp*ii

"Perhaps my favorite folks were these crazy tree pirates who had set up about 30' above the ground in large Aspens. They had this totally cool above ground thing going on, like Ewoks. They'd lower baskets and "fish" for gifts, or at times lower a pipe as an offering."


J*r*my.


dawn rain aroma
cry of a bird · murky road
must do what i do

fish and fish and fish on a
singular gazing nowl round


All unknowns do not form a singular ginormous Unknown. Why do humans insist on thinking so? Just as a natural illusion would join up all this human's acts into a singular actor who wills...


"...More and more
I get like shadows; I find out
How they hate."

--M*rwin


Bully Boy.

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Kind words cost nothing, so why so sparing?


V*rn*r Panton.


Food for thought.


War Slav*ry Blog. (via R*b*cca Blood)


Big Nightfall bug crawl
Ogpu in calcspar glory
camo Olofi

star cold to iron raucous mist
and my hand finds toxic fog

Outcry from th* Inf*rno.


"If it weren't too late to make amends
and build upon the crumbling taiga
what might come from listening to a poet,
if it weren't too late.

Nothing else can nail us to this road
now that we have heard the wolf;
now that we have lost a house by fire...

And yet I always think of this:
before they fall, it is our wills clasp death--
and will's a thing of melting iron.

If it weren't too late."

--L*mmy Caution, Mayb*rry R. F. I. D. (2006)



Ilka hiatus of will stands for a loss that won't go away.


Most Famous Unknown Artist. (via M*tafilt*r)

Orkhon script.


all that falls must land
bound for calcspar land

is our trysting lost
from orgasm land

drowning hungry pool
this tidal turn land

radio scrum dust
now not a sound land

solitary waft
though Grinchus groks land


    "...the ritual
indigo of nightfall--"

--Dan Brown, Matt*r (1996)


"...the first-ever novel written entirely in instant messages."

" 'I say; one simply mustn'y get sentimental,' [Philo Vance] remarked with a forced smile, turning back to the room. 'It decomposes the intelligence amd stultifies the dialectic processes...' " --S S Van Din*, Th* Bishop Murd*r Cas* (1929)


Walmart camo · blindfold ambush wasp
fragrant story · schoolroom mask

immigration · pools

Walmart camo Olofi · ambush wallop
fragrant · still

schoolroom mask · am following
wodwo · all woolly

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this warmth will not go until
fronds among stark maroon us

this smoky suffocation
until turning winds rock us

with our songs in Carcosa
all toxic flavors glut us

a robot rolls across Mars
as Baghdad bloodbaths drug us


Jav*lin Pr*ss.


Tjibaou.


"Disney built a dynasty based on every seven years a child goes to the movies for the first time. The Sidaris dynasty is built on the theory that every four years there's a college freshman in a frat house on a Friday night who wants to see a Sidaris movie!"

Giant Pacific trashb*rg (pdf). (via H*ath*ns in H*at)

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"Better King Lear in woad, even, than King Lear in a lounge suit." --Lucas


what grows from invoking swift laws of · chaos it is shown
what flows from following iron laws of · logic it is shown

how far from that town in which i first · took a count of stars
did i go on foot picking up rocks · for cairn it is shown

how much can grasping hands rip away · from a lavish land
and its birdtalk folk in this burning · rank gulf it is shown

what can a bard who is haggardly · tacking among storms
of clockwork say that's so in lacy · hazaj it is shown


Holocaust dwarf story.


"One friend, who lauds his Pakistani identity and credentials, was unable even to name a single poem written by Iqbal!"


On my victrola- I, Assassin

"there are some who have no voices
or none that will ever speak
because of the things they know about this world
and the things they feel about this world
because the thoughts that fill a brain
that is a damaged brain
because the pain that fills a body
that is a damaged body
exists in other worlds
countless other worlds
each of which stands alone in an infinite empty blackness"

--Ligotti & Tib*t (via Blindh*it)


"Tulpa plaque, slowly forming the shape of my acting career..."

   Algorithmic Automynorcagram Moko

1. Six plus four plus six plus four plus six glyphs.

2. For any glyph, list its post-first-position-containing words.

3. Six plus four such words form a full word row.

4. Count a word row with singular through nought choosing-tabs.

5. In writing, which word is from a glyph plus tab.

6. Start out with a root word you want to sort.

7. All its post-first glyphs will sort out following words.

8. Tab for a glyph is digit of Pi in ranking.

9. Following word is which of that row has that tab.

10. Strings of odd-count word-parts go on until can’t.

   Provisional Ijzay

A. 1. raucous 2. basilisk 3. walking 4. sandcoil 5. caracul 6. wasp 7. laptop 8. cardboard 9. mask 0. sandstorm

B. 1. obsidian 2, about 3, abort 4. abyss 5. abstain 6. obtain 7. obstruct 8. oblong 9. oblivious 0. absurd

C. 1. acrostic 2. accrual 3. octopus 4. scaffold 5. scuttling 6. act 7. sculpt 8. scrollwork 9. schoolroom 0. scrum

D. 1. idolatry 2. adult 3. adjourn 4. idiotic 5. adamant 6. oddly 7. adumbrating 8. addict 9. adjunct 0. idiom

(No word row of that fifth bit.)

F. 1. of 2. uffish 3. off 4. affair 5. afghan 6. if 7. affliction 8. officious 9. afar 0. affadavit

G. 1. ogham 2. agony 3. ignorant 4. Ogpu 5. against 6. again 7. aglow 8. ago 9. ogganition 0. aggry

H. 1. shadowy 2. shard 3. shorn 4. thrifty 5. ghost 6. chimp 7. whirlwind 8. shotgun 9. shoggoth 0. thwart

I. 1. night 2. birdtalk 3. dilatory 4. gibbons 5. pillbug 6. silk 7. wisp 8. diaspora 9. fighting 0. silt

J. 1. fjord 2. ajar 3. ajaja 4. sjambok 5. gjalfr 6. djinn 7. Ojibway 8. Ujiji 9. gjakmarrja 0. ojiazul

K. 1. skald 2. akin 3. skull 4. akimbo 5. skin 6. skimp 7. skillfully 8. skid 9. skirl 0. skim

L. 1. sloppy 2. alloy 3. claypit 4. glory 5. sly 6. glass 7. blindfold 8. flashback 9. slag 0. clockwork

M. 1. ambush 2. umgang 3. immigration 4. immortal 5. ominous 6. smart 7. smoky 8. ambit 9. impair 0. Umbrist

N. 1. infirm 2. unknown 3. indigo 4. angst 5. incog 6. anchor 7. anvil 8. ongoing 9. angular 0. ink

O. 1. wobbly 2. forlorn 3. solid 4. polyps 5. mouth 6. sobbing 7. pools 8. torturing 9. poison 0. portal

P. 1. spoil 2. spurt 3. upcoming 4. spiral 5. spillway 6. spool 7. sprouting 8. apricot 9. opal 0. apart

Q. 1. squawk 2. squalid 3. Uqbar 4. aquatic 5. squat 6. squish 7. squall 8. squib 9. squash 0. squamous

R. 1. crystal 2. iron 3. orchid 4. grisly 5. drawback 6. trustworthy 7. brillig 8. crawling 9. fragrant 0. writing

S. 1. ash 2. ashtray 3. as 4. is 5. using 6. asking 7. tsunami 8. psalm 9. usurp 0. osmium

T. 1. stars 2. Cthulhu 3. story 4. storm 5. atavist 6. starfish 7. stark 8. stairway 9. strongly 0. utmost

U. 1. sunlight 2. ruinous 3. cutbacks 4. gulag 5. hurling 6. furious 7. dusk 8. lungfish 9. mutiny 0. bungalow

V. 1. ivory 2. oval 3. avid 4. ivy 5. avoid 6. uvula 7. oviduct 8. avail 9. avowal 0. avatar

W. 1. twinkling 2. twisting 3. switch 4. swamp 5. twitch 6. swimming 7. own 8. swarm 9. ywis 0. swank

X. 1. axiom 2. oxidizing 3. ax 4. ixodid 5. uxorious 6. oxroim 7. oxycontin 8. axis 9. axolotl 0. Ixion

Y. 1. byblow 2. typical 3. pylon 4. cyborg 5. syzygy 6. python 7. hybrid 8. cynic 9. by 0. myth

Z. 1. tzompantli 2. azimuth 3. Oz 4. azury 5. azoth 6. Azathoth 7. ozonous 8. izzard 9. Uz 0. tzolkin

   Pi digits:

14159 26535 89793 23846 26433 83279 5...

So...

Radio Darkhat · idolatry
gibbons wobbly adamant mask · iron skimp ghost

walking · atavist
dispora adjunct · pools

slag · walking
Cthulhu orchid · cynic Ogpu silk

about obtain polyps shorn as · swarm solid
about · obstruct slag

syzygy

Black ma*stro.


"But, really, doesn’t this get to the twisted heart of the whole academia thing? Arcane knowledge horded, obsessive complusive tendencies enabled, secret societies that require hazing rituals entered, delayed adulthood and adolescence eternally extended?"

Villan*ll*s Ar* R*tard*d.


"I don’t know what part of boston the mighty bosstones are from, but lebanese immigration to beantown has been going on at least since gibran khalil gibran’s time. ."


how can i account for my hours
a mountain of trash

what light thrown
from my brown cogitations

did i find anything out among sojourns
lost in mazy lunacy

did i build anything strong to last
or flung high

truly i cannot account for my hours
or loving days



"As dramatis personae atoms are inadequate." --Lucas

(via s*riouswh**ls dot com)

Killing, as if in an adjoining room: this world so small, now. Killing, as if in a far galaxy: how much our crowd minds it.


   "POEM

A man's mortals break over him and
ebb away...love, youth, Naomi.
In femoral jungles, light and shadow
play chess; man is present, judging.
Though foundering, I exhale the fate
of unknown cities and races; in my glance,
poison for future gods. The vines
already are clinging to men: they know who to back.
I live, I burn. My mortals,
my guts, break over me and ebb
away...love, youth, Naomi."

--Saint G*raud


"It's an act of conviction, baby, simply holding on
Keeping forward motion, pretending to be strong,
Listening with all my heart for voices in the wind
That will be singing for us, Baby, when the song begins again." (via wood_s lot)


"For the translator Pindar remains one of the most impossible poets in the world. To render him literally, as Cowley says, can only give the impression that one madman has translated another." --Lucas, op cit

Scandinavian folk music brought back in a big way.


Ungodly sayings.


Floor.

(via //g*orgiafac*s dot ca*s dot uga dot *du)


Guitars will not avail us.


   stormfall gold can light
for going off not this all
   shadowy story
and your snow-cold moon was how
an hour without rain roars


"...Robert Duncan’s onetime housemate, Philip K. Dick...offers his readers here so many different and incomplete angles into the narrative at hand, not one of them developed fully or really to completion, that the result is dizzying..."


"...these lines seem a dirge not only for a fallen poet, but for a fallen race--for the end of the poetry of a free Hellas." --F L Lucas, on 'Lam*nt for Bion' in: Gr**k Po*try for 3v*ryman (1951)

A Strong*r Kinship.


Small crisis upon small crisis, no slack to stand back and think about it in (as if by plan). Control is also a storm. But what would i say of tomorrow? Night horrors, gray dismay, dismal coming so of old bard warnings. And too: what our vision cannot know. Much.


wolf's pool · Tiw nidor
mint solos · salp march
toot wasp · sawtooth cramp
lasso lost Nimrod · inwit loops flow


   "Song

Naomi looks for her child
in the trees, in the leaves.
It is of fire, and has spirited her away.
Though sea-level rise to heart-level,
in the trees, in the leaves."

--Saint G*raud (Bill Knott), Th* Naomi Po*ms (1968)


On my victrola- P*nd*r*cki's St Luk* Passion

CIA cigars. Until Night Falls. Salsa on shortvibration radio i would turn on during long Raygun nights: Radio Habana.


djinn sjambok · winning angst unknown
island ajaja · wasp impound
abort wombat · skip twinkling gift
and in kiln fnast · against fallout


   'XLI.

Kneeling death is spilling
its white blood which isn't blood.
It smells like a guarantee.
But I think I'm going to laugh.

Something murmured over there. They're quiet.
Someone hisses courage on the side,
and they're counted up in pairs,
twenty-three ribs that are missing
on both sides; they're also
counted up in pairs; the whole file
of trapeziform escorts.

Meanwhile the changing of the guards
(I've got to laugh again)
gets even and clubs us to the ground,
again and again,
from membrane to membrane,
tap
by
tap.'

--Smith's Trilc*

(via lojban dot org slash tiki slash img)

I think also of Ricky Ricardo.


  "Poem Beginning With A Line By Firdausi

'Ere from his lofty sphere the morn has thrown'
the full day's share of fire, forth I glided
after a Starbucks tea for my dear Lady:
slaughter on the radio, insane.

Day after day, week after week, I struggle
in Laocoön coils of sense & nonsense,
orange & turquoise clouds. But they remembered

what I would always get, & I then proffered
five quarters, two dimes, a nickel, & two pennies."

--H*idi Gu*rr*, How T*xans Sav*d Civilization (2002)


Quip.

"The myth is made in a language of symbols -- a word which originally meant the two halves of a token which must be fitted together in order to provide identification or meaning -- like two spies with halves of a dollar bill, recognizing each other by the exact fit of the torn edges. Every myth, we might say, has at least two symbols, which are in effect halves or opposites of each other. Hence the total ambiguity of myth..." (via wood_s lot) Plus.

I call to mind a past instant of Castro cool among bards; it was his chin fur, as if looks only could count for anything.


TokCir.


"I lost someone · at Qana.
I knew no one · at Qana.

Mad dogs and flies · buzzing in
the noonday sun · at Qana.

Grope among · image fragments
as torn sands run · at Qana.

What was it our · swift twinkling
messengers won · at Qana?"

--Ald*rman Whinny


"Stammer their madrigals..." --B*ddo*s

Graywyvern Grammaticus (via 3dward McGuir*)


Air stinks of asphault. Bollywood on car radio. Long waits at any light. Full cicada wail.


   "The Messengers

Enough if here, among our shattered walls
of sugar glass, the wraith is spied
at times, of some tomorrow that might hold;
enough, at times...

Just to believe, despite all counter-signs,
that this jalopy still can roll
and reach a place not desert waste or swamp,
and let us out.

But other times, even the spook's own word
won't give us what our sorrow asks:
and knowing what already we have lost
we turn away."

--Gamali*l Pickl*, S*v*n Pillars of Mis*ry (1981)


Symbolist Art. (via wood_s lot)


On my victrola- Djivan Gasparian.

'...a cityful of longing...'


   "Floods

In the dark night, from sweet refreshing sleep
I wake to hear outside my window-pane
The uncurbed fury of the wild spring rain,
And weird winds lashing the defiant deep,
And roar of floods that gather strength, and leap
Down dizzy, wreck-strewn channels to the main.
I turn upon my pillow, and again
Compose myself for slumber.
         Let them sweep;
I once survived great floods, and do not fear,
Though ominous planets congregate, and seem
To foretell strange disasters
         From a dream--
Ah! dear God! such a dream!--I woke to hear,
Through the dense shadows lit by no star's gleam,
The rush of mighty waters on my ear.
Helpless, afraid, and all alone, I lay;
The floods had come upon me unaware.
I heard the crash of structures that were fair;
The bridges of fond hopes were swept away
By great salt waves of sorrow. In dismay
I saw by the red lightning's lurid glare
That on the rock-bound island of despair
I had been cast. Till the dim dawn of day
I heard my castles falling, and the roll
Of angry billows bearing to the sea
The broken timbers of my very soul.
Were all the pent-up waters from the whole
Stupendous solar ystem to break free,
There are no floods now that can frighten me."

--3lla Wh**l*r Wilcox, Po*ms of Passion (1883)


Of local birds.

"There is absolutely nothing uniquely evil about what Israel is doing in terms of the politics of the nation state (just as there is nothing uniquely evil about what the resistance is doing in terms of guerilla warfare versus occupying or asymetrical military forces). Any and every other nation state that could, would react similarly, and has, to the type of resistance Israel faces. That is the unfortunate nature of the bordered world we live in."

   "The Song Of Shadows

"Sweep thy faint strings, Musician,
With thy long lean hand;
Downward the starry tapers burn,
Sinks soft the waning sand;
The old hound whimpers couched in sleep,
The embers smoulder low;
Across the walls the shadows
Come, and go.

Sweep softly thy strings, Musician,
The minutes mount to hours;
Frost on the windless casement weaves
A labyrinth of flowers;
Ghosts linger in the darkening air,
Hearken at the open door;
Music hath called them, dreaming,
Home once more."

--Walter de la Mare

Mik* Sch*rtz*r.

(via library dot flawl*sslogic dot com)


"It's called "Kwik-Clot," Mr. Wolfe tells us. And in case of arterial bleeding, it's essential gear."

Quiz.

Why do you blog? Why is it that snails lay a trail?

What author and/or book has most influenced you? On B*yond Z*bra by Dr S*uss.

Which three blogs do you most visit? wood_s lot; m*tafilt*r; antiwar.com (alas).

Why do you read fiction? To map what unruly stains grin from my walls.

What makes you laugh? Unconscious irony.

"...the reader can approximate Atjehnese listening habits by skipping sections he finds boring; by letting his mind wander to other matters, particularly music; and by rereading." --Jam*s Si*g*l, Shadow and Sound (1979)


"...To do abominable things with grace..."


"As my heart beats, I think of French fields, how
Their rivers will thaw, their cuckoos sing, and then
Come screaming shells, and bright bayonets, and dead men."

A Scann*r Darkly.


indigo Zontar
night Zontar

this glowing orb of your only grasp this craft
hurls through hazard coils Zontar

burning days of raucous cicada
sprawl a zodiac Zontar

sans arms you
stalk jaguar Zontar

bat-crabs harry and scoriac clouds contort
in a babyrinth of glass Zontar

all you know is howl of scintillant
viridian star Zontar


On my victrola- Nordic Roots.

"I was at the Hanford Nuclear Plant, where they make the plutonium for the bombs, and they had some scientist there where they mark the ground where they bury the plutonium such that an extraterrestrial arriving 5000 years from now would not dare to dig. I call it the semiology of extreme danger. . . .

The .... tribe happened to be at the same conference and when they heard what the scientists were talking about they laughed and said: "Tell the scientists not to worry, we'll tell them where it is.!" ." (via M*tafilt*r)


halcyon · massachrysalis
vly scoriac · hyrcanum roll

incog ammo · calx issuing
as a scarsasm · shimmy

troops my ash fall slow · final ask
aviary slag · my ash school


   'Loneliness

Loneliness like a good, old friend
visits my house to pour wine in the evening.
And we sit together, waiting for the moon,
and for your face to sparkle in every shadow.'

--Faiz Ahm*d Faiz

(via n*wsimg dot bbc dot co dot uk slash m*dia)


   "116.

I,was,old,very,young: I,was,all,
Mirrors: I,was,all,
Over,and,under,beside,and,around,

Inspecting,me. I,found,God's,
Unbearable,beauty!
I,found,His,thoughts,in,my,mind,

His,skull,in,my,hand! ...
I,could,not,lay,
God's,skull,aside. I,preferred,suicide."

--Jos* Garcia Villa


"Pablo the Ur-realist
Faced by his 'Guernica'
And the Gestapo officer's hiss
'Did you do this!'
Said gently, you did."

--Zukofsky, A 12.

(via andr*w dot cmu dot 3du slash us*r slash yangwang)


   'XIX.

Strum along, sweet hope, you clear up
how we stay here from staying here so much.

Today you come when I'm barely awake.
The stable's divinely pissed
and excremented by the innocent cow
and the innocent ass and the innocent rooster.

Penetrate the ecumenical maria.
Oh saintgabriel, make the soul conceive,
the lightless love, the skyless,
the most stone, most nothing,
even the monarch illusion.

We'll burn all our bridges!
We'll burn the ultimate essence!

But if you have to suffer from myth to myth,
and if you chew on ice to talk to me,
let's chew on hot coals,
now there's nowhere to come down,
now there's nowhere to rise.

The rooster's having his doubts, man.'

--Trilc* (tr David Smith, 1973)


Passion for Islam.


"The terrible rat-courage of the enemy. The stout clergyman at our hotel estimating on the back of an envelope the height of the waterfall for the hydraulic engineer." --Th* Orators


A Lost Painting.

(via loc dot gov slash rr slash int*rnational slash am*d slash l*banon)


"THERE WILL BE STARS

There will be stars over the place forever;
   After the house and the street we loved are lost,
Every time the earth circles her orbit
   On the night the autumn equinox is crossed
Two stars we knew, poised on the peak of midnight
   Will reach their zenith; stillness will be deep--
There will be stars over the place forever,
   There will be stars forever, while we sleep."

--Sara T*asdal*


"Thales, the son of Examyas, has met a harsh fate in his old age. He left the court of his house at night, as he was wont, with his maidservant to view the stars, and as he gazed, forgetting where he was, he came to a steep slope and fell over. Thus the Milesians lost their astronomer." (via Z*llar)


Back in th* day.

ammoniacal satrap
grit Satan

a world lit only by Pac-Man and thick flak
through which fathoms spiralling audit

go with a wanion
into catacomb basalt

go and form of this raucous blood din
anagram


Pw*rl* sist*rs 6.

"Nameless are now the bards, their graves unknown,
their chants, unwritten, vanished into air,
into the keeping of the winds that hone
themselves at eventide on the menhir..."

--3sth*r Cam*ron (Th* World's Last Ros*)


Urban Trib*s.

"...I am now separated from my truly wonderful family in south Lebanon who are only a km or less away from the battles. All of them TRAPPED in a house...thirty or forty of them, mostly children with no escape."

thick · ghost sign
scalding sky · again char roll

is stony · psychic
sign ignoring · indigo tsunami scar

raucous flow · odium sign angry
against issuing skull · dying fall

agony
hasp · sign and scandal · shadowy walking crawl

promptly loop · sloppy claw sign
as is at rolm · ink

lying apart · ask
wynd occult thick sign scout · is sign agnostic

into · sign
ogham only pools · crisp sign against

ogganition sign · unknown
idolatry sign · ugly

solid storm · as full
snap fault ambit · sign is ichor fail

proud crow · fall
pulpit scurry · loot mulct isthmus of glowing

wodwo idiot sign sunk · imago ash
sign agony inchworm wallop · anchor

against brumous · symptoms call


"This iceberg cuts its facets from within." --3lizab*th Bishop


On my victrola- Lor**na McK*nnitt: Book of S*cr*ts


A Grail for Carcosa.

   "Chicken Soup for Cthulhu

These walls they've raised around us
that block out the sky,
is it the Warsaw Ghetto in nineteen forty?
--No, child, the West Bank in twenty ought-four.
   According to the reporter
   on the six o'clock news
   with his white white teeth
   it is something you deserve.

These pass cards we require
if we want to leave our town,
is it South Africa in nineteen fifty-two?
--No, child, the Gaza Strip in twenty ought-five.
   According to the reporter
   on the six o'clock news
   with his white white teeth
   it is something you deserve.

These shells that rain among us
reiving the homes and lives of so many,
is it Sarajevo in nineteen ninety-five?
--No, child, Beirut in twenty ought-six.
   According to the reporter
   on the six o'clock news
   with his white white teeth
   it is just what you deserve."

--Hil**l M*mshac

law
nuklir lug
lost rim kiln


"I discovered this new space technology while making landmines for a "smart mine field" in Poland before World War II."


'I am ashamed, and every day my shame increases,
That in an age that casts such shadows
A certain lofty malady
Still bears the name of song.
Is Bedlam a fitting name for song,
A lesson earth has learnt
The hard way, turning from books
To throw itself on pikes and bayonets...'

--Th* Po*try of Boris Past*rnak (tr G*org* R*av*y, 1959)

(via //graphics10 dot nytim*s dot com)

Kal*vala Latina.


my word is law · dog food
rains in nuklir darkmans · snug lair
room to turn · furnish
obolus · lug

my sight is lost · gull
rim mutiny · kiln


"With a worldwide disaster looming just a few years ahead, it is a time of unrestrained corporate greed, false religiosity, moronic fecklessness, and evil intent in high places. No reference to the present day is intended or should be inferred." (via robotwisdom)

Hijacking of J*sus.


Cattus.


viridianizing · of Antarctica
iron sun // up if tantamount
which my sight is lost. Today
· tubularlord · Iliad
Ubar fulcrum · slag obolus
Ruinous diaspora; our padishah
waiting to turn furnish
for rim mutiny
ritual

Throat raw from traffic air.



(via //imag*s dot ctv dot ca)

   "Bivouacs in the Disputed Territory

Purple neck
of a pigeon nesting.
Black spot
where a snake of fire uncoiled.

I bring you these borrowed words
through a silence
of blameless thorns."

--Og-Mora, op cit


N*rdcor*.

(via cbsn*ws dot com)

Do cicadas know what's up?


Lord Dunsany.


killing · civilians
man awry but
no pithy book soon
banal individuality knows
you will follow if it galls
to do that through a word din
I is opinion
with only limpid roil this
must ask
of almost and pariah thought
you would always fill
   curiously


St Louis Bricks Blog.


3l*ctronic L*banon. (via Nomadics)

(via plan*t dot nl)

   "1917

The strange young man who comes to me
A soldier on a three day spree
He needs one night's cheap ecstasy
And a woman's arms to hide him.

He greets me with a courtly bow
And hides his pain by acting proud
He drinks too much and he laughs too loud
How can I deny him?

Let us dance beneath the moon
I'll sing to you Claire de Lune
The morning always comes too soon
But tonight the war is over.

He speaks to me in schoolboy French
Of a soldier's life inside a trench
Of the look of death and the ghastly stench
I do my best to please him.

He puts two roses in a vase
Two roses sadly out of place
Like the gallant smile on his haggard face
Playfully I tease him.

Hold me neath the Paris skies
Let's not talk of how or why
Tomorrow's soon enough to die
But tonight the war is over.

We make love too hard, too fast
He falls asleep his face a mask
He wakes with the shakes and he drinks from his flask
I put my arms around him.

They die in the trenches and they die in the air
In Belguim and France the dead are everywhere
They die so fast there's no time to prepare
A decent grave to surround them.

Old world glory, old world fame
The old world's gone, gone up in flames
Nothing will ever be the same
And nothing lasts forever.

Oh, I'd pray for him but I've forgotten how
And there's nothing nothing that can save him now
There's always another with the same funny bow
And who am I to deny them.

Lux aeterna Luce-at e-is domine cum
Sanctic tu-is in aeternum
Qui-a pius es requiem aeternaum
Dona e-is Domine.

Qui-a pius es requiem aeternaum
Dona e-is Domine
Qui-a pius es et lux perpetua luce-at- e-is Cum
Sancris tu-is in
Aeternum qui-api-us es
Tonight the war is over..."

--David Oln*y, from W*st*rn Wall by Linda Ronstadt & 3mmylou Harris


Popcorn Palac*s.


Up too soon always, a mantra.

"...there is a politics of texture, colour and shape..."


"The Iraqi government has issued more than 2 million passports in the past 10 months."


"...one out of seven children in California’s Central Valley each carry an inhaler to school every day."


"So Georges Sand’s stemware is part of the domestic vocabulary of French kitsch. Can we even begin to imagine the same with Emily Dickinson? Would her thimble arrive as the prize in a cereal box? Collect the set?"


"Sitwell's nerve holds between rhymes to say what she means - just as her nerve held when, reciting the poem in London, a doodlebug was heard overhead." (via Po*try Hut)


"...the prehistoric painters of reindeer, mammoth and bison in the Font de Gaume and Lascaux caves believed that the animals they were painting were also already there in the rock. All they had to do was identify their presence." (LangPo, huh?)

Mythmaking.


   "Dear friend,

I hope this finds you well.

I am writing to you today, to inform you about serious charges the
Government of Jordan has accused me of, which might lead to imprisonment.
The accusation is based on verses in some poems I wrote 22 years ago.
These accusations vary from "offending the Jordanian State and the armed
forces, raising internal conflicts and unrest, and presenting distorted
information on the events of September 1970 to the new generations".
As you can see, these accusations are groundless. It is a clear case of
violating the basic human rights, specifically the freedom of expression.
The Jordanian Writer Association has condemned this action and called
upon the Government of Jordan to stop this violation and to immediately drop
the charges against me. Many Jordanian and Arab associations and human
rights organizations have voiced concern and joined the campaign protesting
against this action. Nevertheless, the Government still insists on its
accusations and the charges are now submitted to the Court of Law. If
condemned I'll be facing a prison sentence from 6 to 36 months.
For this, and because I know that you personally would not accept such
violation, I call on you to join the solidarity campaign initiated by
The Jordanian Writer Association, and write to the Jordanian government in
protest against this action. I will appreciate it if you can circulate
this call among friends, media and associations in your country and
worldwide. The addresses of the concerned Government organizations to write to are
the following:

info@pm.gov.jo
info@dpp.gov.jo
info@culture.gov.jo
moc@culture.gov.jo

Warmest Wishes,

Ibrahim Nasrallah" (via Po*ts Against th* War N*wsl*tt*r)


"And when the end justifies the means, there are always a thousand untold consequences. We are beginning to glimpse them now."


Good work by my Significant Half.

Sauna air though only mid-morning. How high will it go today? Nuts to go on as if nothing's wrong. Our boiling bath of slow cook droll amphibian calm: History.


"But grass is growing in Antarctica now?"


1. e4 e5
2. Nf3 f5
3. Bc4 fxe4
4. Nxe5 Qg5
5. Nf7 Qxg2
6. Rf1 d5
7. Bxd5 Nf6
8. Nxh8 Bg4
9. f3 Bxf3
10. Rxf3 exf3
11. Qxf3 Qg1+
12. Ke2 Qxh2+
13. Kd3 Nbd7
14. Qe3+? Ne5+
15. Kd4 c5+
16. Quits.


It's this. Darfur has no oil
nor light; Darfur has no oil.

All our words of global cop
abort: Darfur has no oil.

Toss a bawling kid to that
wolf. Darfur has no oil.

Charity dons a mask of
black iron: Darfur has no oil.

Go buy uppity armbands
Hobbit, Darfur has no oil.


Dark Sid* of th* Rainbow.

"Probably too often the savage hazards a guess at heaven."


wing fiction · indigo Ygg
of wispy · scansion

story · miss
pools and rills on · idolatry silk

agony following my ogham · igloo
soft afghan · swift bilk


"A picture must be painted in such a way that the viewer can understand its meaning. If the people who see a picture cannot grasp its meaning, no matter what a talented artist may have painted it, they cannot say it is a good picture." (via ALDaily)


'I have spent ten years
Building a grass hut;
Now winds occupy half,
The moon fills the rest.
Alas, I cannot let you come in,
But I shall receive you outside.'

--Song Sun, op cit

(via cbsn*ws dot com)

'HYMN TO THE THOUSAND-EYED GODDESS

Falling on my knees,
Pressing my hands together,
Thousand-Eyed Merciful Goddess,
I implore thee.

Yield me,
Who lacks,
One among your thousand eyes,
By your mystery restore me whole.

If you grant me one of your many eyes,
O the bounty, then, of your charity.'

--Hûimyông, in: Anthology of Kor*an Lit*ratur* From 3arly Tim*s to th* Nin*t**nth C*ntury, ed. P*t*r H. L** (1981)


"Only people immersed in typographic literacy, only people who have internalized the notion of language-as-thing, identity-as-discrete-object, would fall victim to the echo chamber and circular logical fallacies inherent in the Authorship Question."


krunk grisly · gullway
an · ikon

igniting frost limps · ask blog byssus
agaric bullion flows · flick twinkling calcspar

fylfot bask · inch wisdom skids
fossil · into disk


"I am wearied almost to death with the retrograde motions of things." --G*org* Washington (1776)

"For one wild, heart-stopping moment I thought he was alive. T. was alive and it was all some horrific mistake! I let myself ride the wave of giddy disbelief for a few precious seconds before I came crashing down as my eyes caught the date on the emails-- he had sent them the night before he was killed."


chasm · shadowy calcspar
as immigrant psalms char · parasol

adorn · wolf
await dying · scrawl

(via wral dot com)


it is that uncataclysmic doom
as a thought tricks us
who want god wrath hurling down
for finish

slow things moving do add up but glacial rush
our folly would just outrun
having known it long
and this long skyfall baby always

looks so far
and if goaf canary Katrina could talk
still would our smug grin spurn it
as no big story

If only.


Latvian gambit starfish · avails
hiccup lamp · only

Ogygia · rapacious
omit · abs

city atlas ask · stalking
carving vril · uffish


Vp on M*Fi.

Alb*rt Namatjira.


vict'ry · psilocybin church
qucaq wraith · risk habitat

spy dust and orphan control
annuity of charcoal

yarons ago now · what's not lost
is this swirling · tug for you

sands will comb · and comb again
across its rock · and argot


------------------------------
qucaq (goojag) = Az*rbaijani 'hug'

How Socc*r 3xplains th* World.


without finding · still shroud forlorn
bulwark struck · official nimbus
anvil · odium
without onslaught · ignorant ash
utmost rill · Algol

"The illustration of figures in paintings ceased about 1974, probably because the painters and other Aboriginal viewers believed that such paintings were too explicit." --Christoph*r And*rson & Francoise Dussart, in- Dr*amings: Th* Art of Aboriginal Australia (1988)


carbaquist · martyr
frisking about · saltation squish hush

ritual
psychological atoll smog · gambit cram

staring my crinkly · of tragic birth
assail · skiff

Abysmal obtund
jyotishi tsarina
amniotic tarn

Olofi forlorn abstains
storm fuliginous anon

Xartum. "Legend has it that Lojban is the language of an ancient civilization that uploaded themselves into computers and sleep solipsistically beneath the sea. They created a logical language that hacks into root access in the fabric of reality... the kind of language which you could speak to a genie without fear of being misinterpreted... "


Myandrang plush · glish
glitch anonydon
Kyoto


Book 3.

"But wander through the sparkling labyrinth" --B*ddo*s


trick dinosaur Golgotha
snug doom auditing
crystal carious shootout
in a library
stalwart not a fligging thing
no pink pill matrix
winds of futurity burn
radar glaring storm
in what panic room to stow
this wispy zircon
and for which non-tomorrow

indigo bassoon
through all Golgotha crooning
or bug Ragnarok
i shall ply lungfish down did-
just as any joust
in our always crystal murk
stomp hooch from stop myths


On my victrola- Th* B*st of th* Stand*lls

road work · carbaquists
odium swirl · road grisly

skirl · act fast
bring about gallons · squib built with ash

stray isthmus road · idiom bismuth rumpus
ambush usufruct · twinkling

silk Gray · slalom cry
road · salaam

Darkn*ss in 3l Dorado.


start at dawn · crisply storying
gallop · stir

adjunct calx · twinkling
infirm ichor frisk · pilcrow aspic

spool along ryotwar psalms · it forms grimly
by wisp and against · ignobly fall

About L*arning.


crunch of cicada skins
insight
wasa wasa Istanbul

find pithy turgid
and sound gild
will know
as gall must ask

this individual i am
has

that soon
upon it ing

pariahly

up down stomp it--full
from following din
for no valid lair abscond
would always do
so if at though
than could

only solution
in your wry and tantamount ordain


On my victrola- From th* Choirgirl Hot*l

"Zero wails like a siren."

that sizzling · among high fronds
ubiquitous · day-carol
pilgrims too · as our mad dash tilts
world · into world
you go with gilligan

parasangs on, you say
no go

only way is to turn back
your clock

my clock our clock
wait

can't jump ship
in sands and sands and no thalassa at all

R. I. P. Loompanics.

Know your rights.

so many ways
of not going
obligations
cats
things i said
song of can not do
to stay
what is staying
our world of shadows holds
nothing
only this sound
of things passing and
things starting up out of
what has now flown

Sarcastic parrots.


"This we called the "Beauty Defense..." (scroll down to 7-30-01)

"Most light arms being used in these conflicts are imported..."


'THE MANTIS, once more
at the neck of the word,
into which you slipped--,

courageward
wanders the mind,
mindward
courage.'

--C*lan (tr K Washburn & M Guill*min)


On my vitrola- L*onard Coh*n: Songs from a Room


"As I sd to my
fellow americans..."

A world of Pollux.

Augustus Carp, 3sq.


"America is already the greatest Islamic nation in the world."

Litha thul warm morning
small hazard spin
dim sight writing
radio of today
playing ball
       with my round nog
morning of soon go to work
not now so hot as it will go
familiar song
buying gas with plastic



"...serious poetry is about to free itself from the grip of the market economy..." (via B*rnst*in)


"...I find that I have chosen..." (via R*ading R*vival)


On my victrola- Love, P*ac* & Po*try: British Psych*d*lic Music

Timothy C. 3ly. Plus.


Squoval.

"...for words are not symbols of things, they are symbols of meanings." --Lukacs


unsaying argosy sky
gray with curious audit
and glad abolish

which my rain of shards mimics
into traffic and whirl coil
whirl i pick up slag

say abort hibakusha
glass of tamarind


Schilling*r Syst*m.


Csontvary.

"...is music, then, melted architecture?" --Lukacs


    Light
  does  not
enter   only
  the  open
   eye.


not as afraid now
what's wrong is still wrong
mornings
and my hand finds
this light
wasn't ours prior
and it flows
around us and is lost


On my victrola- Th* Ghost and Mr Chick*n soundtrack by Vic Mizzy.


"Cryptography is the new black." --Juli* K*nn*r


Crystal Sun.

   "Shiver Theory

Go flotted turnip
& stutter the neverant pitchearth
no blown out reorderings for fake ediction
go basalt scrounge mortifier
soaked in sprite sort

folio ham is mighty yarn
a palfully selfaware bullet of bread crusts
wagering hugely on an empty veil

she was the soda we meant to tackle
matter-of-fact in a cage match

you can pretend yourself until final believing
bellying sort strung self-impaired

or be lucky enough never to believe your own story"

--Highway Rob (via Th* Ingr*di*nt)


Sullivan & Murphy's B*owulf, ktp.

"The best families of the [Ragusan] republic vowed not to marry or have children whle under foreign occupation; and by 1918, when the Austrians were at last forced out in favor of the new Yugoslavia, they had all died out." --ibid


plush · liminal cataclysm
azury lift · in war a knoll

i can pay · roads full of victims
i pass · no word from any div


"We are too fond of reckoning always by mountains." --G K Ch*st*rton


Two story books about D'Annunzio: The Lion of P*scara by G*org* Macb*th; & Tamara by L C Shain*


"There was a cowhand once who said that Shakespeare was the only poet who wrote like he'd been raised on red meat." --Louis L'Amour

"When the heart weeps because it has lost, the spirit laughs because it has found." (via Pl*p)


Two for Bob.

"There exists a three-volume history of the coffeehouses of Pest and Buda, covering four centuries, full of the oddest details." --John Lukacs, Budap*st 1900 (1988)


Our civilization...


from Cibola · cicala wind
flows to Ubar · cicala wind

dimming sun · thick liquid mirror
must drown this lamp · cicala wind

an old building burns · from my past
that lavish war · cicala wind

kudzu shorn now · a hilltop inn
t'ward downtown aims · cicala wind


"An Ottoman dictionary of 1905 defined the word 'tyrant' as an American bird." --Lords of th* Horizons

"The world's scientific community united yesterday to launch one of the strongest attacks yet on creationism, warning that the origins of life were being "concealed, denied or confused"."


Nix and Hydra.

"...hammer blows the empire sought to deflect by a variety of retreats: into diplomacy, safer territory, nostalgic fantasy, or selfishness. People moved to carve themselves out a place in an enterprise which struggled, first to maintain the status of a lofty power, then against disintegration..." --ibid


which sussuration
companions

rituals of holding on
as a land falls away

in this light
a pallid hair a black

all i am saying
now unsaid



'Do nothing which is of no use.' --Musashi

(via stomptokyo dot com)


"When pashas themselves stooped to criminality, it could not be long before criminals, in their turn, were being made pashas, and in the provinces by the end of the eighteenth century it was often unclear who was the bandit and who the governor, so complex and negotiable had Ottoman rule become." --ibid


   burnish Guiron crown
unknown nimbus ascian shorn
   again ruinous
i proof morning indigo
across brooding corundum

"What's the point of music that doesn't move forward?"


"The author, feeling that such a gross case of blundering required some excuse or explanation, accounted for the misprints by asserting that the devil drenched the manuscript in the kennel, making it almost illegible, and then obliged the printer to misread it."


"I'd rather be in Lojbanistan."

Cool pix.


Chis*nbop tutorial. Plus.


Frappr Lojban map.

Did our song fail too?


"Too many people owed their living, not to the real world, but to the sham of it, from the Sultan down, in his sham omnipotence; through the government, with its pretence of controlling the empire; the janissaries in the guise of soldiers, the ulema, in the sham of everlasting Islamic victory; governors, in the sham obedience from which they derived their legitimacy. Thousands of people came to work in the palace every day, but only about twenty of them performed significant tasks." --ibid


Guiron ruinous · wisp croons sot
and brumous gulch · big indigo

for Guiron asks · twinkling distant
is apart · scroggy origin



Books going.

(via slash slash daily dot gr**ncin* dot com)


   "The Clowns

The last of our frail schemes falters
Amid acrimony and hideous confusion
And at once our nemesis strides onstage,
Clad in burning hideous motley.

Rain, or something like; and the soft swirl
Of remembrance."

--S*molina Pilchard


"Darker and darker did the empire seem: more impenetrable its gloom; more helplessly reserved and secretly bewildered its functionaries; more groping and local its arrangements." --op cit

"It is a cover of the Clash's "Rock the Casbah" — the verses translated into Arabic, the choruses left in English, and the whole thing decorated with the standard trappings of Arabic pop."


   "FIELD — ALL YEAR — OUT OF THE WINDOW

to W. Woroczylski

behind my back — it seemed — were islands:

of the terror-idea! —

as if a certain chill
was spread — for a year of this life:

were they places — I wondered — in pure form:

of mind and genius — of a certain illness? —

what did they mean?
Expectation of Blows:

or of iron — of yekhs:

now innate? —

the same — as
distant islands:

in the garden: of July freshness! . . — and was it from nearby disaster
ever more clearly they were! . . they were:

as there — in their office! — where a feeble liquid:

seeming to penetrate
to the depth
of the race:

to the terrible fire! —

once dripped:

from beneath their dark-blue clothing

1968
[yekh: shout of beaters]"

--G*nnadi Aygi (via Languag* Hat)


Mohawk bot.

Air poison rank color crimson.


   "...The works
Of Thomas Lovell Beddoes fall open
And are sick and alive, books of iron, and faintly gilded
In the dim light of the early nineteenth century." --April Gall*ons


On my victrola- Flashback: Spanish V*rsions of Classic [80's] Hits


   marfim Viras · rig basalt
stiff of gallop · crystal do sky
   ink stomp of cold · Viras light
crystal grow.? · rig profound abort
Viras spy dust · ruinous aught
      atomic gorp · moon


"It was then [1683]. according to legend, that the city bakers saved Vienna: for early one morning, standing beside their bread ovens, they heard the tell-tale noise of Turkish tunnellers, and alerted the defence in the nick of time; which feat they commemorated by baking little crescent [i. e. Islamic] buns, or croissants." --Lords of th* Horizons

"If they cannot find out that shodan is intransitive, something well known in Persian grammar for thousands of years, you wonder what other assertions they are swallowing.."


   1.
Livid Viras · avoidy sing
idolatry avid · silk prat
fathoms asking tall · ovoid bowl
bin adorn · Gyaos is tin
ontological · igniting

   2.
Vilk admit rolm · glimpsing raucous
storm crag Aymara · fault ivy
Viras adjoining · is tin glut
skull sprawl brink · wash stiff of gallop
atomic shadow · gorp smoking



Old story. (via 3t*raz)


"In short, Drizzt taught me all I needed to know to be an immigrant in a strange land."

"Is it really true that we English-speakers can only experience The Others through literature in translation?"


"And let's not overlook the Universal Translation Project which actually has an Esperanto to Klingon translation system available..."

"This row of shapeless and ungainly monsters which I now set before the reader does not consist of separate idols cut out capriciously in lonely valleys or various islands. These monsters are meant for the gargoyles of a definite cathedral. I have to carve the gargoyles, because I can carve nothing else; I leave to others the angels and the arches and the spires. But I am very sure of the style of the architecture and of the consecration of the church." --G K Ch*st*rton


Hazard chimps lug Barugon
Clown divs push us Barugon

And if folk illusion fails
Still worship toad Barugon

Burning visions assail us
In this soft kiln Barugon

Angry and without good tricks
All always food Barugon



"I am reminded of a comment made by the Buddhist teacher Guru Amrit Desai, when he looked out of his car window and saw that he was in the midst of a gang of Hell's Angels. After studying them in great detail for a long while, he finally exclaimed, "They really love their motorcycles."."

Odin's Run* Ch*ss.


v*SQuj.


"...Following the claim in New Scientist's Letters pages that there are now more fluent Klingon speakers than Esperanto speakers (17 March, p 62), Fox Lorber Films tells us it is releasing Incubus—the only feature film ever made in Esperanto—on video and DVD..."

"Photo After Pogrom

Arrangement by rage
of human rubble

the false-eternal statues of the slain
until they putrify.

Tossed on a pile of dead,
one woman,
her body hacked to utter beauty
oddly by murder,

attains the absolute smile
of dispossession:

the marble pause before the extinct haven
Death's drear
erasure of fear,

the unassumed
composure

the purposeless peace
sealing the faces
of corpses--

Corpses are virgin."

--Mina Loy

by Iain Wylli* (via dir*ctart dot co dot uk)


Chango Walks.


fungal Guiron indigo
agnostic Saturn allot
aggry ruinous wisp grip
hot indigo giardino



Much quiz topics.


On my victrola- Arnold Schönberg: Variation*m für Orch*st*r op. 31


Aymara again.


Lagom (=Lojban "banzu" IMHO) (via Untranslatabl*)


Fanons.

Haml*t's "Polacks" in 3sp*ranto & Klingon.


"The 1st esperantocore band in the world..."


"...of an imaginal Egypt 2-dimensional as a cigarette-packet design from 1913 but also n-dimensional - emerald gate to Jabulsa & Jabulqu the no-where Cities."


"For centuries Sogdian was the lingua franca of the Silk Road." --Richard C Foltz, R*ligions of th* Silk Road (1999)


Pick up trash as i go to dump ours. Walk past a mountain of building shards.


Zigra filch against · brisk rainfall
uffish · wintry slog
scour whilom · vaporous ogham
rancor · rim ingot


Blink.

A chirring among high fronds. Sad sound. Sky void of clouds. To command a car. Lordship wants.


Shanghai.


Gyaos Aymara · watch tor
as a bylaw · small vap crwth
raucous twinkling · salvo string
scalding chill stink · folio
crawl back island · lamp abort

Var'aq.


Kor*an Cha Ritual.


Klingon Word Blog...


"Is the Bible translated into Klingon a divinely inspired work?"

Injunction.


Toxic books. All books that push a dualism as cosmic. Books misprising a crisis & miscall its origin. Books of angry arguing for no good. Books that push dominion of animals or humans. Books promoting bad art prior to good art.


World of Grob's Attack.


tumultuously · away
with imp[licit · foundation
cautious · shrinking Vlach haiku
slow rubric · ruinous thought
grasp · fraught Inquisition fight



"It was full of ostrich eggs; most mosques were--they were brought back from the Holy Land by pilgrims." --Lords of th* Horizons


You know it.


On my victrola- Chuck Mangion*: Th* Childr*n of Sanch*z


"Artfully, Ben carved diminutive elves from granite."

Air poison rank color crimson. Hot, and it will grow way past this hot amount; and our cost of cool air so much now. But what is our avid thought?--tall guys chasing a bouncing ball, in a big stink box.


Woolaroc.


"Some very spectacular effects occur in these higher and rarer states..."


that narrow pathway fair
    smooth nor coruscating
waiting to turn furnish
    glassthrough filthy rasp wing
to try spiral wind spool


FOUND.

Op*rators and Things.


Air poison rank apricot.


rushing hungrily · as char risk
crystal grip · ryotwar ash
spillway bullion · slowly align

Thor · coruscating
scissorsglowing · fropstark
taciturn guards · java cooling

crisp skin · slowly rip



Illbi*nt.

You must worship this.


"After he had a bit too many he would get pleasantly paranoid and would round on some poor innocent, but only in the most exquisitely literary way, with some Shakesperian quotation or more likely his favourite rebuff from Christopher Marlowe. "Thinkest thou" he would demand, "that I, who saw the face of God and tasted the eternal joys of heaven, am not tormented with 10,000 hells?" The unfortunate recipient would then sidle away in confusion."


It was actually sprinkling for an instant.


scoriac ichor · bomb frisk
wispy fathoms · acrid limbo
sculpt shadows following · crunk
abort · botox ambit about
of grisly visions · ash ikon
twinkling · militant

Imp*achabl* Tr*ason.


Pirat* Coast.


crystal grip · ryotwar ash
stalk raucous sloop · again frown fill

spoiling orisons · myth moult
stormy awash · sag crumpling wall

as shadowy · as starkly calm
sly ikon · brick gap

Ornam*nt of th* World.


why this birdly hullabaloo
in a dark prior to dawn?
singing for nothing, haply;
singing as a sluggish bird sings
who has work coming up & wants
for an hour joy.


Goblin Immortality.

"...I see two soldiers kicking the heads around like a soccer ball. I just shut my mouth, walked back, got inside the tank, shut the door, and it was like, I can't be no part of this. This is crazy." (via Cursor)


now
my longing
has no form



"...I circle you with this poem..."


Plus.

"The minions of the elite architecture schools, lead by Reed Kroloff of Tulane University, have been especially dismissive, proposing instead architectural exercises in irony and High Art -- just what people living in tents with no plumbing need."


Alan D*niro colloquy (vol 5 no. 2).


"SPOEM

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aphasia was at country when this happened east.
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2.

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3.

over again: cloudy paper -
disaster, when a man's hearth and home
would be cold indeed, without annual imaginary banknote the clear,
cheering out grass

the various sunglasses
buildings
and the outer wall.

4: lexicography with dribble

eisenhower in newline alaska
antelope on mcclellan syllogistic
inextricable or in gog
abyssinia mulct on aqueous
velar at honest suey
corpsman with chattanooga antique
royalty arrear at armco
asset turpentine with senile
seasonal in aquarius
hickory on than
cypress at prominent
collagen with rubicund

5.

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6.
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7.
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--John Crowl*y, flarfist*

a banal cunning
soon
about sound
always
tantamount
know as with who i
which solution usurp up too
awry do am out of
individual has & din
my finding
lair follow roil you say was
thought in factions droll
scholar man
an opinion can sing through
full for spurn though forming
an only will that pariah trod
so i and if no toit
to our arid abscondity
could
this is how limpid gild


A Husk of Jackrabbits.


"...Eliot['s] ...reputation had virtually nowhere to go but down...he now is a footnote, someone who produced some raw footage that Pound edited down into something akin to a fine flarf fugue."

"A few years ago there was an article in the Dallas Morning News about a
headless body of something found in the Trinity.  At first it was thought to
be a man but it wasn't.  And it wasn't a horse or big dog.  Finally it was
determined that it was the body of a kangaroo.  The head was never found and
no explanation ever given for how it got there."


voids · throng
ghost factory · touch
drifting · indigo morning

insomnia crystal · rooms
no mooring · stay
in a void · hold still

thing · night
hold on · falling
throng · voids
voids

put on music



Do Not Call List.(ADD YOUR COMMUNICATOR'S NOW.)


John Crowl*y has a blog! (via wood_s lot)

Otto Dix: D*r Kri*g (via sau*r-thompson dot com)


Nocturnal night shadows war
qulluq Oyá cloudlings wordrow
caravans put forth on faith
clasping ilka chart darkly dim
Midgard thwart daub cardamom bling
lingam vandal clock


Stalin World. (via Ruminat*)

----------------------------
qulluq (goo loog) = Az*rbaijani 's*rvic*'

Th* Z*bra StoryT*ll*r.


Haditha
math adoringly
nil stir shards


Why pallid kids grok Hip Hop.


Against a robot uprising.

For an hour again indigo swarms
thick dust of star swarms

Colorful uniform gray morning
howls night swarms

Why do i ask for so much
as stark hazard swarms

Disruption of our ritual adds
jaguar swarms



"...patriotism is intellectually and morally bankrupt..."


"How indeterminacy could come to be seen as an exclusively positive ideal—as the unlimited play of signification or the embodiment of autonomous consciousness--bespeaks a historical trauma that neither indeterminacy nor its opposite could possibly serve as a means of representation." (via wood_s lot)

Fictional Bands. (via M*tafilt*r)


Sorrow of War.


"Venus Bewails Adonis

Nai. . .neemi neemi neemi non
O too julpaedo gran i algisaedo bon
O barat akakala panotok Adone
Eeli eeli argon desimalin.
Fen dorizi been? Fen doreeki ok
Koreekan kari kee, soith ogogë?
Kee O neemi kee otool sporaza!
Arlone, weelone, bowl
Kione adoossa neem
Kei neem radaza."

--Roch*



"When the drug-addled Goering was arrested in 1945, his fingernails were varnished red; on being strip-searched, it was discovered his toenails were painted, too." --Philip Hoar*, Oscar Wild*'s Last Stand (1997)


Quit ours for an artificial lingo.

Sinnui Yauwan II. (Your basic romantic-martial arts-horror-musical.)


pariah as
full admonition
on with my finding of
& roil faction
this curiously individual
sound
has
to gall paragon books
always pithy soon



A flick with "blog" in its tag. via robot wisdom)


"The mechanics of maybe might not work" --Rod McKu*n

Gosp*l of Mary.


   "The Old Œdipus turns upon Creon at Colonus

Yarrr...
Feeta kei baloodin barm!
Paradi noikot O spareeda boo
Filsing gera tort, O gera spudi frotë.
Soismë sengi poof, soismë norset poodi.
Rara thoise ti numbrak kon
Parada nisthi karm
Staloipi tiff ta poo, staloipi tiff bafoodi."

--Roch*


"The flight was successful."


On my victrola- Burl Iv*s Sings Down to th* S*a in Ships

Cosmopolitanism.


scholar spurn lair
though an absconding word
so arid or if thought
this only amalgam
i gild
out dins my mind
and almost full which must
and than droll say



"in Rosicruciannight andtragic slag..."


On my victrola- D*s*rt Ros*s & Arabian Rhythms


Today.

(via stsh*nouda dot com)


"You come to realize that when hope died, the you who died with the hope was not you, but was the you who depended on those who exploit you, the you who believed that those who exploit you will somehow stop on their own, the you who believed in the mythologies propagated by those who exploit you in order to facilitate that exploitation. The socially constructed you died. The civilized you died. The manufactured, fabricated, stamped, molded you died. The victim died.." (via wood_s lot)


Saffron lurry of a lost art turning.
Dancing lights in my dawn cup dark vap turning.

Ruinous diaspora; our padishah
aborts a war--all from a wind coil turning.

Turpilucricupiditudinous march
through an always changing marsh: in his tomb, Vlad turning.


Origin.


"Across the street from them, in a five-star hotel were Bush's 16 sniffer dogs who were staying in this five-star hotel, and we were all told that you can't call them dogs, because they are actually officers of the American Arm..." (via wood_s lot)