(via infohazardgall*ry dot com)


Dancing on a sloping hill. Fall. Fall. Don't stop dancing.


   "Factotum"

autogynophilia
fur stairway winding

ogham my indigo god spiral
why diaspora country dilatory

caracul
afghan furbish crawl road stir

cardboard mimics orchid twinkling nor
typical swamp wisp


Cardboard: what vagrants carry, as cars go past.


Road to 1984. (via wood_s lot)

"What "aesthetic experience" requires isn't so much suspension of disbelief as suspension of knowledge."


I should do a book with this tag: Th* Th*ory and Practic* of Oligarchical Coll*ctivism.


"It's very nice to re-read this on a midsummer's night, under the light of Jupiter."

(via fantasticfiction dot co dot uk)


Talk to this lost soul without using your god-word. Show him why you kill, told not to. Show him your I-can-do-it pass, your god-sign fucking blood warrant.


Fat Whit* Vampir* Blu*s.


   "Rat Pack Christmas"

casting through murky Xanadu
murrainwind · final shadows · pyx
wall fix smooth Samhain find chair
down girasol rasorial
wombat atrophy; gold Saturn
trophy bruff Cthulhu coil

wain trim, or cargo ransom
a slag long


I saw a bruff not long ago, moon-rainbow, its chill profound. My cargo cult of singular waiting. Slag into which tors fall. Trim your arbor scaffold, and carol.

Volksigid.

A job that pays a million dollar salary. Is it that you must do so much stuff, & so skillfully? --Past, say, my own stark limits. --No, it pays you for not living in my world, that's all.
   Godzilla nog, Godzilla foot. How far from foot to nog. Is that how our scuzzy pundits limn all human glory? By a span of unfair taking. By a too much that is still taking and taking.


   "Walk Through To-morrow"

mutiny star
      form fill-ins char
spools right as rain
      dry starfish pain
slag romantic
      down want arctic
iron sun insight
      crispy moonlight
blindfold crystal
      random pistol
dark stomp lurch blood
      trustworthy flood
raps clack calcspar
      mutiny star

(via sit*mak*r dot umich dot *du via M*tafilt*r)


A fight against not saying. Which has its oomph & logic. I form small quick tasks, as if to trick my watchful drought. But i don't know that this isn't also a part of its plan: omission by trivial proxy. Sand grains fall, singularly. Not will. Not will at all.


   "Ajtz'ib' "

vacant rituals
customary anguish which
black winds sculpt
through war days carry a sugar pill
saying i am crystal saying i am crow

Ya dig? (via Anggarrgoon)


"I ask you, what would you do
if you had two tongues in your mouth,
and lost the first one, the mother tongue,
and could not really know the other..."

←My pic on soft furry cloth (photo via JR)


Condign. (via Tom Tomorrow)

(via //pharyngula dot org)


"To bedew harebells
On the spoil-heaps of quarries."

--Hugh*s


   "Biology of Amphibian Tumors"

Targum garnish armory
agonist such imp
agnostic varnish ordinary
input silk
as shadowy landfall arabic Umbrist
pools orchid
nyctalops dancing


   Not to want what you can not obtain:
   Most difficult, most important thing.
And, to find out how much and how much only, that you actually should go for.

--This from a wight owning myriads of books (and still buying).

(via p*rsonal dot psu dot *du slash faculty)


Dummi*s.


P*tro-Finlandization.

Pallid dust on my hands and torn skin. Work. Past and to find tomorrow. Dust.


   "Jahiliyah"

  dry Wyrd iridium spar
twin kvint monotonous shargar
  on no account a full rout
tor loaf tunic nano doorspout
shargar sugar only of snow
    binary shadow


"Although we are at war with terror, fashion magazines say we are sunny now. We wear bright colors and choose moral clarity. While I was waiting to get a blood test last week, I read in a newsmagazine that terror must not change our sunny disposition." --Mary Gaitskill, V*ronica (2005)


Watching Patti Smith clips on Youtub*.

"That was what, ultimately, war did to you. It was not the physical dangers–the mines at sea, the bombs from the air, the crisp ping of a rifle bullet as you drove over a desert track. No, it was the spiritual danger of learning how much easier life was if you ceased to think." --Agatha Christi*


Th*ological Dictionary (via wood_s lot).


R.I.P. Kari. Plus.

   "Mahi Mahi"

Shard basic
built raucous in whining dark
nor dilatory your curtain of basalt

bark thick wizard trap
rain mask is ritual it grows from myth
migrant grout

grins among thorn wind (blind anagram)
ultion Iliad shining in a vacuum


I find "mahi mahi" on food lists; cannot bring to mind right now if it is dolphins, or only dolphin-ruinous. Or is that boycott past? What if i know wrong?

"For the first time in two decades, I could experience these poems as I had originally written them."


Talk to Luna.


On my victrola- Funkad*lic: Maggot Brain


Ajtz'ib'.

Finally.


   "Wayfar*rs

We heard the dead leaves rustle
As we walked down the path;
And you would go to Endor,
But I was bound for Gath.

We lingered where the roads forked,
Then parted at the last;
For you would know the future,
And I would drown the past."

--Harv*y Wagn*r Flink


"...the Native [Venetian] tongue--i confess I love the sound of it, like Latin gone rosaceous and soft as butter--..." --ibid


Touch wary mimosa still
go though it bring fury still

ilka karst is slivovitz
spiralling from Gray's still

lunar unicorns gambol
avariciously, sough still

not only a bard trots drab
gossipy Norns yarn wrath still


Minions surround, happy laughing, busy with ruin. It is my own snarl that looks awry. Could i run away with what i want to hold from ruin? Ruin follows: in my running, in my scorn of minion companions.


Languag* W**k at th* Kirch*r Soci*ty.

by Ludwig M*idn*r (via graphicwitn*ss dot org)

""Cartoon music," as it is pejoratively dismissed, has rarely been granted the respect it sometimes deserves." Plus.


"Some vileness in us makes us scorn and wound
   The shapes of flame for which our spirits yearn."

--Frank B*lknap Long


Z*ppar*lla.


Probing winds from four airts moan,
dusts snow about shard a moon.
Among old buildings curls main
road as thy small cinnamon.


"Airt" as winds' compass origin. I found my tracks back on a path of old days; what is not as in that lost duration but my knowing? Knowing so, it is that only spot again for a sad mind. What a grim wind carrying black snow.


Shall a chav qabbalah
carry this rash shawabty?

Shark arcana, carbolic,
crunk town coasts to Xibalba.


"...and yet what is hidden is not destroyed, while what is patent may be." --Th* 3v*ning Land

On my victrola- 5,000,000 by Dr*ad Z*pp*lin

"Nero made a regular habit of disguising himself as an ordinary citizen and wandering out into the city at night and engaging in robbery, assault, rape, and murder. Reports of the effectiveness of his disguise vary, but there is agreement among historians that Nero occasionally encountered resistance, whether his subjects recognized him or not."


Strang* Horizons.

it flows · its tag is shadow
top atavist · whining cloud
room of a still spool · pillbug
stilb psalmist · story basalt


"Surely I write not for the hopeful young,
   Or those who deem their happiness of worth,
Or such as pasture and grow fat among
   The shows of life and feel nor doubt nor dearth,
Or pious spirits with a God above them,
To sanctify and glorify and love them,
   Or sages who foresee a heaven on earth.

For none of those I write, and none of these
   Could read the writing if they deigned to try:
So may they flourish, in their due degrees,
   On our sweet earth and in their unplaced sky.
If any cares for the weak words here written,
It must be some one desolate, Fate-smitten,
   Whose faith and hope are dead, and who would die."

--Jam*s Thomson


Always four shops i must visit on my shopping round, why not a singular trip i ask, why in this shopping Valhalla so poor in kind ways?

Altman.

"Any man who has once acclaimed violence as his METHOD must inexorably choose falsehood as his PRINCIPLE." (via wood_s lot)

to dub blank wall Xibalba
ply a yoga Xibalba

this ant spill cup of sugar
slag's aroma Xibalba

await ryotwar bowl now
croon tiki blood Xibalba


"Xibalba" as occurring in a cool but dumb-ish film by Aronofsky just out now.


   "First Snow

The cows are bawling in the mountains;
The snowflakes fall.
They are leaving the pools and pebbled fountains;
Troubled they bawl.
They are winding down the mountains' shoulders
Through the open pines,
The wild rose thickets and the granite boulders,
In broken lines.
Each calf trots close beside its mother;
And so they go,
Bawling and calling to one another
About the snow."

--Charl*s 3rskin* Scott Wood, in Th* Oxford Anthology of Am*rican Lit*ratur* (1938)


All frail humans in a killing city, waiting for sky or door to finish this vigil. Dissolving as snow in a patch of sunlight. Crying out. --This is what i carol if i carol.

(via Robot Wisdom)


N*ptun*'s Trid*nt.


"In Turkey there happened to be 70's Swedish progg like era that we call it: (70's) Anatolian Rock."

"The sheer sameness of it all is debilitating: we all read the same headlines every day, we see the news on television, the exploding bombs, the internecine struggle that even the "mainstream" media is now acknowledging is, indeed, a full-fledged civil war, the hapless-yet-brutal Iraqi "government" installed and supported by Washington, the hopeless mess unfolding before our eyes".


A swart outcast horizon
burns with horrific crimson.
Will our last clockwork ransom
tomorrow bring clang frisson?


"Anti-negativity helmets, rash guards, and power belts designed by Paul Frank generally make up these costumes."


"Only the physical failure of solitude drove the spirit at first into society, as the moral failure of society may drive it later into solitude again." --Santayana

"It's as if, aware that we're endangering so much wildlife, we need to make symbolic reparation for our eco-sins in the cultural world."


In post-production.

poufy crow doing sandcoil
doing autumn doing coal
i from my soft inky cowl
gray scowl margin and tough cool


"The woods are lovely, dark and deep"

--Rob*rt Frost

"Our bed is lovely, dark, and sweet"

--Thomas Lov*ll B*ddo*s, "Th* Phantom Woo*r" (in: Dark of th* Moon)

(via calvin dot *du slash acad*mic slash cas slash gpa slash imag*s via M*tafilt*r)


"Reporter #1: Dr. Shiga! The same galactic waves were caught in England. Uh, last year, accordingly. Are they the same one?
Dr. Shiga: No. That was different. The one before, was from beyond the solar system we think. But this one is very much nearer. According to our calculations.
Reporter #2: Does that mean... people on Solar... are the same system planet?
Dr. Shiga: No. That's hard to say. You have that ready?
[Dr. Shiga points to some slides]
Dr. Shiga: There's no! Air or water on the Moon? So no living thing inhabits it. As you know for sure. And... there are... no rivers on Mars. And on Venus... it has several hundred degrees Centigrade. And... the surface of... Jupiter is covered with... frozen ammonia. Saturn... is also... the same. No advanced vertebrates there, of course.
Reporter #3: So... what do those waves mean?
Dr. Shiga: Assuming. They come from... Proxima Cenauri" (from Attack of th* Monst*rs)

Now swarms dilatory husk
spiral pools of falling mask
raucous solitary brisk
slurry a claypit fly Kursk

My Just D*sir*.


"Apparently, Yergin has parlayed his legitimacy as an historian into running a disinformation service wholly owned by the IHS Corporation... The only cogent analysis of the CERA report took place...on a single site..."

    "Sky Abfraction"

  Barbaric rosy pillbug
  crawls into a paradox
of dawn doorway nirvana with cargo
   rank as fnord is swamp frost


Bait and Switch.


"...the standard of taste between 1663 and 1784 changed less than in any twenty years of the following century." --H*nry Adams, Th* Unit*d Stat*s in 1800

(via M*tafilt*r)


Twins S*v*n S*v*n.

Th*ori*s/Practic*s of Blogging.


Aria dawn drawn soaring
pools Solangia flow swing
to high maroon a frolic
him bucolic shards shoring


On my victrola- L*na Lovitch

Human Accomplishm*nt.


$50 for a Munst*rs LP.

   "Sudoku Kudos"

Anguish wishhook function jazz boog is dord
  an ordinary sky droog
  druid Izdubar burnt darg


Franklin, Frankland.


On my victrola- G*ntl* Giant

Zombi*nt.


   "Duvon Braut"

dour word road
radiant Carcosa road

so burbling gray and paradox plain waxwing
window diamond road

warmth flows this slight dominating lamp
out owl simply swoop and holy road

swamp happy twinkling individuality
aliquot flubs road

that tarry youth of Grinchus
zonda road