Tuesday, August 29, 2023

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"I think it will be agreed that this Latin translation rings better than the original. It is laden with more gravitas, and more pietas."

"Jersey City has made several strong bids for fame, with but moderate success, but its claim to distinction at last is firmly established. Nothing like this possibly could have come from any other place." --Los Angeles Herald 4-18-1909 (via)

Just ampersanding.

"Entanglement

Among vetch and dandelions,
hollow shells, inhabitants gorged
by blackbirds whose songs tremble
in summer’s heat, you emerge -
wrap around my calves, bind
my arms, entwine my throat, caress
my neck, my ears – insidious
as haar that creeps in from the sea
to steal the sun. Overhead, siren
insistence of oystercatchers, while
beneath the hawthorn bush
a magpie tilts its head. Across
years and continents,
we cannot decohere."

--Marian Christie

"Betelgeuse is continuing to behave mysteriously."

( via via @ruralmodernism / via )

9 Examples of Brutalism in Film.

"Poem

I first loved you
second to
your gentleness

like the blind who
divide their lives into
dark and dark I
have you and your gentleness

as a detail in a painting frames that painting
in the often
memory, your face
is surrounded by your eyes
unafraid
of the grays of gentleness

but better than your gentleness
I love your harshness

the harshness
when you talk about that prison capitalism
when you vow never to stop fighting

never

until each woman and man is free
until each woman and man is in the custody

of their gentleness"

--Bill Knott

"The reason why [ə̃] is written with the number 2, is because Waldon believed the number 2 resembles a nose.."

"...there is another way of handling the novel, with a readerly focus not on obstruction but on flow. To read Finnegans Wake by, as it were, defocusing one's readerly attention, much as one does when looking at one of those 'Magic Eye' pictures that used to be so popular ten years ago or so. Read after this fashion the novel moves considerably more rapidly, with its organising principle not one of compacted verbal pointillisme but rather of drunkenness, where words gets slurred and people utter unintentional malapropisms and yet still get broadly understood..." --Adam Roberts's introduction to Pervigilium Finneganis

"Volapük couldn't stop thinking about Poliespo."

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Visit Tinkinswood & other virtual sites in Wales. (via stephanie burgis on mastodon)

"man ruins man: verse

as we cease our ruin,
we inure our anomie.
we are our own ruse."

--@primearepo (via @marian_v_o)

Ingordigiousness & others.

   Delft city
affordance death
   maintain frith
cam'ra ready
the MiG bloody

   Delft city
unstrung guitars
   my dead dears
for the Party
darb Vivaldi

   Delft city
ev'rything cracked
   cellar bricked
grenade caddy
cash confetti

sip from Delft

Alien Octopus Attack.

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Today's Pixel Rug.

grugprab amid ease · burns
stipple the far hills
a cheery little ditty

as we prepare for work

doesn't hurt to check
in '91 i was thirty-three
crumb-profligate as old toast
nothing compares

pearls from the long-ago

countdown at my own desk
the tie that ev'ry day i tied
& shortwave in the truncate eve,
cassettes on a boombox
& half of what i made i didn't keep

Fossil Field.

"I miss being able to judge someone based on their CD collection" -- @dreamthievin@mstdn.party

You are Everything.

Monday, August 28, 2023

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Little Magazines.

On twitter as at the coffeehouse i shouldn't mistake for the Commons what is, after all, only a place of business.

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"Midsummer

This starbreak is celestial air,
Just silver; earthlight, dying amber.
Underneath an arch of pallor
Summer keeps her brightened chamber.

Bright beauty of the risen dust
And deep flood-mark of beauty pressed
Up from earth in lovely flower,
High against my lonely breast;

Thou rhythm like the changing moon's,
The catch to which the waters play,
That as they kiss moon-silver sink,--
As soon to spurn the baffled clay;

Only before the waters fall
Is Paradise shore for gaining now.
The grasses drink the berry-bright dew;
The small fruits jewel all the bough.

Heart-breaking summer beyond taste,
Ripeness and frost are soon to know;
But might such color hold the west,
And time, and time, be honey-slow!"

--Léonie Adams

Daughter Isotope.

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2002: a Palindrome Story.

The labyrinth permuted from above
solves lostness by refusing to be known.
Misleading signs abound. Under the gun
to prove, we give the clown-car-wheel to Jove:
& ev'ry clown instructs you how to live
like any one of them has figured it out,
while industries of ostrich-ware badmouthe
complainants from a diff'rent Holy Writ...
You'd think there wasn't any crisis beyond
needing to be told the thing to do.
I carry a sprinkler to the yard's far edge
in triple-digit heat at close of day.
Some of the dead no watering can rescind;
some of our doom no swervy feint may dodge.

"A more sophisticated version of the Lung Puppy - the Lung Alpaca - was used by the prison service to patrol cell blocks in Scarfolk Gaol."

"the CIA wanted to personally fund me to write bourgeoisie domestic realism but i said no i’m too committed to questions of Form" --@bartlebytaco

"...this may well be the only time in history that a poem served as evidence in a criminal trial."

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"By 2001, when I first made contact with George, I believe all of his published work was out of print..." Part 2. Part 3

"Mixing Rome and the snow in his song" --Mandelshtam (tr R Tracy)

Shibuya-kei is Dead.

"What Sappho conceived on one occasion on Mitylene is gone beyond reconstitution; the sole proof that she ever conceived it is a scrap from a parchment copy made thirteen centuries later; on an upper left-hand corner learning assisted by chemicals makes out a few letters; in Berliner Klassikertexte, V-2, 1907, pp. 14-15, type stands for those letters with perhaps misleading decisiveness:

.Ρ'Α[...
ΔΗΡΑΤ .[...
ΓΟΓ'ΓΥΛΑ .[...

...plus the beginnings of a dozen more lines: very possibly, so modern editions indicate, the irst aorist of the verb to raise (conjecturing ηρ α), and a word unknown, and the name of a girl of Sappho's. Or you can remember from Alcaeus and Ibycus ηρ, the contraction of springtime, and derive the unknown word from δηρος, too long, and write

Spring........
Too long......
Gongula......

heading the little witticism 'Papyrus' and printing it in a book of poems called Lustra as an exemplum for resurrection-men. And wait decades for someoe to unriddle it." --Hugh Kenner, The Pound Era (1971)

37 Heaven. (Not to be confused with the magical number 137.)

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CULTURE IS APPROPRIATION.

   Buffalo Soldier
in the belly of the Peacock
   heeds the speed zone

perilous in the long run
& writing notes to yourself

"When I was about twenty, I remember sitting in my room one night, annoyed with something my housemates were up to, and a bit bored with whatever my other friends were doing. It was one of those evening where you just feel aimless, off-balance, agitated. There was something gnawing at me, but I didn’t know what. Then, out of nowhere, a procession of sirens passed by my house. I mean there were fire trucks, police cars, a few ambulances, lots and lots of noise—sudden, alarming noise; then, nothing. It was dead silent for maybe a second or two before the sirens picked up again. This time they seemed to come from every direction, as though they were surrounding the house. But the pitch was off, all wobbly, a weird vibrato, like electronics trying to run on nearly-dead batteries. The sound wasn’t coming from the sirens at all. It was an animal sound. It was every dog in the neighborhood at once attempting to imitate the noise. None of them could do it quite right, but damn were they going for it. It felt simultaneously sad and triumphant. It was the exact moment I decided to be a writer."

"For a while the far-right nationalist Vladimir Zhirinovsky —a nationalist of a decidedly non-Duginite, non-Eurasianist variety— was campaigning to eliminate the letter ы from the Russian language, on the grounds that it had entered the language in the first place through infection from Turkic Tatar — the letter in question is roughly equivalent to the modern dotless Turkish ı, the close back unrounded vowel that is the counterpart to the more familiar front vowel i." -Justin Smith-Ruiu on his substack

I: Illusion.

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Darkwave.

"Only he who has measured the dominion of force, and knows how not to respect it, is capable of love and justice." --@simone_says_en

It's finally raining💚🌧️🥳.

in the wasteland
in the heartland
in the heart of the wasteland
by no sign more than birdflight
you will know the way

pass authentication
pass the long dark night of the content provider
in the wasteland
in the heartland
in the heart of the wasteland

How long before it fades?

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Zeroscope in a China Shop.

Socrates,
practice music

make peace with sundering ties
Socrates
swing not at piñatas
far from the land you seek
Socrates

practice music

Signifiers.

"i guess you could say i’m in a situationship. i’m on board the demeter and there’s a situation" --@kukukadoo

Discovery 52716.

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Process.

22112 aelindrome: Lava elk: a Kalevala.

22112 aelindrome: Heat road, fado rathe.

Teaching Angels How to Fly.

through the eye of a needle
heat road, fado rathe
chase me with soggy noodle
through the eye of a needle
anabasis internodal
with pain & sorrow writhe
through the eye of a needle
heat road, fado rathe

Bugs.

Sunday, August 27, 2023

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it passed
without leaving
single dark sidewalk splotch--
elsewhere pummelling the ground with
our loss

🪟.

"We want fast answers. We're almost at the point where we don't care whether they are good answers or not, just as long as they are fast." --Annals of Klepsis

In Mallorca.

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The Tapes - Submission of Recorded Presidential Conversations to the Committee of the Judiciary of the House of Representatives.

" 'Fifty percent of respondents say that the event taking place is not occurring,' Madison says. 'The other fifty percent remain undecided. Clearly, the truth lies somewhere in between.' " --Deborah Eisenberg, Twilight of the Superheroes (2006)

Egyptian Gods.

"The Stranger

Fond credos, wooden ecstasies!
We arrange a prison-temple

for the weak-legged little god
who might stamp the world to bits

or pull the sky in like a muslin curtain.
We hang his shrine with bells,

aeolian harps, paper windmills,
line it with biscuits and swansdown.

His lack of culture we expected,
scarcely his disdain however--

that wild hauteur, as if
it were we who blundered.

Wildness we fret to avenge!
Eye that hasn't yet blinked

on the unquivering gold atmosphere
of its trance--that we know

must be trained away:
that aloof, consuming stare.

Otherness that confronts us
as the mere animal does not--

once this was original sin
beaten away with staves of holy writ.

Old simplemindedness. But the primal fault
of the little god still baffles.

All other strangers are forgiven
their strangerhood, but he--

how save the eggshell d from his
reaching hands, how loose

ourselves from the disinterested
blaze of his wide pure eye?"

--Adrienne Rich

"The Republic is a strangely familiar place—a baroque approximation of Gold Rush era-California with an overlay of Aztec ceremony—yet the characters who populate it are true originals: rockstar magicians, murderous gloves, bouncing boy terrors, blue tinted butlers, sentient squids, and a three-year-old Little Tiny Doom and her vengeful pink plush pig."

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"Mencken had an answer, though it is doubtful that Gilman would have liked it..."

"over your roof
hanging low in the sky
this lenten moon
my temptress as it were
a wheel of sharp cheddar"

--an'ya

Muffler Men. Bounty!

"Climatizable air, tarots..." --Dr Awkward & Olson in Oslo

Burning.

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Things to be looked at with a single eye.

"as a freshman i was assigned paradise lost and when i got to 'the mind is its own place' i thought ok if that’s true i can just hang out in my mind and don’t need to read this long stupid poem!!!!! this was not true

years later, reading and falling in love with it as a grad student, i was so mad at my younger self but glad to get a second chance—which is of course what PL is all about

i told this story to the undergrads in my milton class and they did not remotely care. going to follow up with them about it in 10 years" --@kukukadoo

The Sky Is An Elephant.

for this i saved myself
in black smoke swirling

nowhere will be safe
for this i saved myself

down the answers sift
all wisdom unavailing

for this i saved myself
in black smoke swirling

"This is not what our country will look like if the world fails to reduce emissions—this is our future even if we do."

Saturday, August 26, 2023

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Coming back to the source.

"climate departure"

1.
gnome scrapyards
if a reveal fail

ampersands cry go
lapdog erg pen

Palomar Capgras
farther & farther from likeness

2.
analemma hieroglyph
bans elm opening
Palomar burns balefire
abortive gift portal
opening elf Capgras

elf Capgras agroof splat
granular orc fandom
fades inch idiom
to smite offal
fandango odium ferch

Fire Season.

"When they dig our poems up out of the rubble, we want them to know who we were, what consciousness was, but also how astounding and unimaginably infinite and mysterious life was." --@jorie_graham

Wolf.

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Busy faces.

“Nothing was done, and nothing seemed capable of being done” –@mobydickatsea

NFT Market.

"HEPTONSTALL OLD CHURCH

A great bird landed here.

Its song drew men out of rock,
Living men out of bog and heather.

Its song put a light in the valleys
And harness on the long moors.

Its song brought a crystal from space
And set it in men's heads.

Then the bird died.

Its giant bones
Blackened and became a mystery.

The crystal in men's heads
Blackened and fell to pieces.

The valleys went out.
The moorland broke loose."

--Ted Hughes

Angels in a Parking Garage 4.

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Flickering pixels.

"The Doctor Will Return

The surgical mask, the rubber teat
Are singed, give off an evil smell.
You seem to weep more now that heat
Spreads everywhere we look.
It says here none of us is well.

The warty spottings on the figurines
Are nothing you would care to claim.
You seem to weep more since the magazines
Began revivals on the Dundas book.
It says here you were most to blame.

But though I cannot believe that this is so,
I mark the doctor as a decent sort.
I mix your medicine and go
Downstairs to leave instructions for the cook.
It says here time is getting short.

That I can believe. I hear you crying in your room
While watching traffic, reconciled.
Out in the park, black flowers are in bloom.
I picked some once and pressed them in a book.
You used to look at them, and smile."

--Weldon Kees

"...I began to feel as if I was reading a parody of The Shock Doctrine, one with all facts and evidence carefully removed..."

"But what is it called when a society divides into two warring factions, both of which are convinced that the other has been replaced by doppelgangers?" --Naomi Klein

Jaws 🦈.

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"A key difference between the relationship of individuals to the objects that provoke each kind of value is Riegl’s shocking proposition that, while objects that manifest historic value need to be preserved, when it comes to age value, decay needs to be embraced to the point that repair itself would be a failure of care." (via Mefi)

"trap . . .

again the cheese

gone"

--R G Rader.

71 seconds of Twomblies.

the soul's high citadel
made of Ezekiel bread

umgang kakodyle
the soul's high citadel

covert eco-doula
or bosk-cached Vanabride

the soul's high citadel
made of Ezekiel bread

Keeping Track.

Friday, August 25, 2023

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The Veleia affair.

ultraneptunian road work
a Puritan tunnel onward
Nine Spangle Mob
scene of another story

ostracon

Medusa Hologram.

“Socrates, make music and work on it.”

‘ὦ Σώκρατες,’ ἔφη, ‘μουσικὴν ποίει καὶ ἐργάζου #Plato --@sentantiq

Simploicity Pixel 10.