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   "THE WHITE CITY

I will not toy with it nor bend an inch.
Deep in the secret chambers of my heart
I muse my life-long hate, and without flinch
I bear it nobly as I live my part.
My being would be a skeleton, a shell,
If this dark Passion that fills my every mood,
And makes my heaven in the white world's hell,
Did not forever feed me vital blood.
I see the mighty city through a mist--
The strident trains that speed the goaded mass,
The poles and spires and towers vapor-kissed,
The fortressed port through which the great ships pass,
The tides, the wharves, the dens I contemplate,
Are sweet like wanton loves because I hate."

--Claud* McKay, Harl*m Shadows (1922)


"The reality of the otherworld was not in question. The Celts were so certain of it that they would even lend money to be repaid in the next world." --A*d**n Cr*min, Th* C*lts (1996)


York Wilson.


Cast*r's Blog.

   "A Lay of Winning and Losing"

a floor long
moon brain glow · solid unknown
against ambush · on

moaning indigo oblong crystal Darfur

a ongoing agony · closing
pools twinkling · psalm wobbly blindfold silk
adamant
lungfish anxious skillfully · par poison own

angular sandcoil Ogpu

warp Xiombarg in us
Italbar walking
ambush abort · dusk tsunami · shards sobbing
with ambit
solid raucous ours final unknown

ignominious wisp ink
why · wink such idiot botch
pools obsidian
floor sobbing indigo agony
octopoid
animals hybrid cannot · atavist rasp
slowly adapt · Darfur add · affliction full
crystal raucous polity until
again pools withal subtract


"The epic Teutonic anesthetic, Heavy Metal was brutally ham-fisted renderings of blues-based white rock--a totally moronic and downered wipe-out which complimented [sic] the Seventies teenage leisure activities of arson and alcoholism." --Juli* Burchill & Tony Parsons, Th* Boy Look*d at Johnny (1978)


Att*ntion-D*ficit D*mocracy.


"...Godzilla is inside each one of us." --Godzilla 2000

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"When asked about the disproportionately large hands found in his paintings, Pletka replied, "Frankly, there are two reasons. One is that I found hands to be difficult for me to do. So, I started focusing on them in order to do a really good job. The more I focused on them the bigger they became." "


   "A Bivouac

You came without a human sound,
  You came and brought my soul to me;
I only woke, and all around
They slumbered on the firelit ground,
  Beside the guns in Burgundy.

I felt the gesture of your hands,
  You signed my forehead with the Cross;
The gesture of your holy hands
Was bounteous--like the misty lands
  Along the Hills in Calvados.

But when I slept I saw your eyes,
  Hungry as death, and very far.
I saw demand in your dim eyes
Mysterious as the moons that rise
  At midnight, in the Pines of Var."

--B*lloc


"Whereas the historical eighteenth century lasted 126 years (from 1688 to 1815)...and the nineteenth century lasted ninety-nine years (from 1815 to 1914)...the twentieth century lasted seventy-five years (from 1914 to 1989)..." --ibid


Song.


"No wonder Southey could laugh when, having written fifty stanzas about the forthcoming royal wedding, he heard that the engagement had been called off." --Mark Stor*y, Rob*rt South*y: A Lif* (1997)

"Sleep: and between the closed eyelids of sleep,
From the dark spirit's still unresting grief,
The one tear burns its way. O God, O God,
What monstrous world is this, whence no escape
Even in sleep? Between the fast-shut lids
This one tear comes, hangs on the lashes, falls:
Symbol of some gigantic dream, that shakes
The secret-sleeping soul... And I descend
By a green cliff that fronts the worldlong sea;
Disastrous shore, where bones of ships and rocks
Are mixed; and beating waves bring in the sails
Of unskilled mariners, ill-starred. The gulls
Fall in a cloud upon foul flotsam there;
The air resounds with cries of scavengers."

--Aik*n


"It may be a bluff. It may be a feint. It may be a simple show of American power. But I doubt it.."


"But sixty years before that [1923], Jakob Burkhardt had written: The time of 'the terrible simplifers' will come." --John Lukacs, Th* Hitl*r of History (1997)

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Clyfford Still, 1949 (via tigtail dot org)


"The deeper you dig the harder the rock, the narrower the tunnel, the lonelier the journey."


17.
radiant
miasmata walls
throughout scorn flurry

tatpurusha radiant Saragossa
squall psalm childhood twinkling aurora
quaff Samhain

fitful acquisitions walk
pursuing haystacks a Whig
pursuing radiant tamarind

laptop smoky · warp brain fighting ink wodwo
alloy spiral has
stairway air


Finish of Rocky Mini-World 134340.


3nd of Summ*r.


"There sounds a shot of pistol..."

(via d*mimond* dot com)


"The current temperature of (a quite cold) 405 degrees below zero will be but a distant memory at this point when the temperatures will be a balmy 360 degrees below zero."


16.
turbid crystal tomorrow ranch or
Calabi- Yau manifolds fail and a war

that nothing can stop
kohlrabi

lost · turbid crystal birdtalk
Cthulhu Wahhabi torn now

morning coolth · dogs stalk wobbly wodwo
north if thrush conscious turbid blood · lucid city


"Sometimes did it retire, tormentedly quitting
its twist of flesh in fresh torments of peace..."

--K*ndrick Smithyman


I am in this.

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"...We will very likely...have the first generation of string theorists retiring soon with absolutely no experimental tests of their *lifetime* of work. ...[S]ome people derisively refer to string theory as “recreational mathematical theology” ."


15.
crypt diamonds crawling syzygy child
stairway that will fall amok it indigo
addict as
ocular crystal must swarm

flip birdtalk
and against think my
practically lyrical ogganition myth
scrawny shadow diaspora flays


'When Gregory writes, the catastrophe has occurred, the Empire has fallen, its organization has collapsed, the culture of antiquity has been destroyed. But the tension is over. And it is more freely and directly, no longer haunted by insoluble tasks, no longer burdened by unrealizable pretensions, that Gregory's soul faces living reality, ready to apprehend it as such and to work in it practically.' --3rich Au*rbach, Mim*sis (1946; tr W F Trask)


City of Sacrific*.


Od* to 3ris.

Lojban Community Blog.


"Instead of letting the banalities (or dangers, or eccentricities, or irrelevancies) of the street fill one's soul, perhaps the best relationship one can have with the local is to take it somewhere else, lift it away from itself by means of travellers' tales, real or invented."


Mum for two months now, but a play too.


←Sinistrally, you can grok a not too old pic by yours truly--(thanks JR!).
And now i am publishing this book--Chastizing the Beautiful Monsters.

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"...what is now called the Locrian mode was what the Greeks called the Mixolydian mode."



play math jazz crystal flying
iron lungfish
murk scaffold will contains brook rasp dusk
of my disciplinary burying parch

snow bright risk factors

if you go you go without wobbly
can't think in this flood
solid gray sky war bots do

Maban fray
or to imp this wing of possibly dry stains
or ford that crystal


14.

cyst sponsorship patina talk puts
blank faith puts

Calvinist tulip you bring
Python and out Apollo shows karma puts

La Llorona styrofoam
waltz qabbalah puts

cannot go back a raucous
coolth swarm cargo puts



"Like a grammarian, whose beak can parse
A sentence till its gaudy words mean nothing..."

--Aik*n


Crim*thinc.

(via //m*mbr*s dot lycos dot fr via languag*hat)


13.

tharf storp urn


"togetherness. The rise of this word may have started with Kahlil Gibran as far back as 1923. In The Prophet which is a publisher's dream of the inspirational gift book--a work for which limp leather would have had to be invented had it not existed--Gibran wrote of marriage: Let there be spaces in your togetherness. It is a civilized sentiment, but there was the dreadful word, and it has come under the eyes of millions in that one aphorism." --Foll*tt's Mod*rn Am*rican Usag*


Six word story.


Dualists.

"This remarkable tour de force details with exquisite precision how the antiworld is tied to our everyday realm." (via Bliv*t)


Discontinuous.


12.
a toy B-52 · liban troutou thorn
only · Mithridation thorn

throngs · of grout
swift irony · thorn

twinkling cloud god play · solitary
blind scrollwork but · Tsathoggua thorn

atqa accrual · Maban
many stars · daft thorn

scaffold dahusya polygraph · black diamond
wrong word · thorn

a viralata form · links
two potato shotgun and · aurora thorn

its twistboards sing with slag · lush gaunt gold
full youth · of my thorn


Offshor*.


'We come to this town in droves, strangers to the last man, drawn by the glitter, and born to be burnt.' -3ndr* Ady, N*ighbours of th* Night


On my victrola- Od*tta Sings Folk Songs

(via p*rformingarts dot nd dot *du)


11.
wisp rasp krill primary trap
a lark a high school polka
wisp knosp clown hibakusha
dusk swarm days and sobbing wodwo

a storm child lost among ions
thinks only of wisp rasp krill
joint cloud commission lingo
dust rain naturally batiks



"He gave lectures on category theory in the forests surrounding Hanoi while the city was being bombed, to protest against the Vietnam war."

10.
proboscis on that golf ball
out alight firn dingo its wraith waltz
fashionista black
basilisk

Panopticon confabulum purport black
apricot carp waltz
occupation days turn from saying
up quantum vacuum puppy

mills up black
oblong myrrh
spoor of curbs to ford
about cold about mutiny silk frost its


'Poetry is of all clear streams the one that lingers least about its reflected bridges.' --R*n* Char


On my victrola- Bix B*id*rb*ck*

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9.
proof for hronir loops
fish crawling spoor noticing waltz loops

follow off plush rot
sculpt an oblong rainbow loops
cloud appalling adult's octopus twistboards
borg sorg hum act · sciamachy loops

fjord and cold
squall Grinchus curb cyborg figuring myrrh loops


"Twelve Democrats crossed party lines to vote for the bill. One Republican, Senator Lincoln Chafee of Rhode Island, voted against it."


"We live the time that a match flickers; we pop the cork of a ginger-beer bottle, and the earthquake swallows us on the instant." --St*v*nson

"...any place is good enough to live a life in, while it is only in a few, and those highly favored, that we can pass a few hours agreeably." --Rob*rt Louis St*v*nson


8.
myrrhmurmuring has burning
Mothman cyst
trustworthy crystal thought smirk
mutiny fragrant am ruinous

orchid nightclub put
again short
rains ash obsidian a brisk and missing
indigo ogham smog gob

stoop whist mystic nabob possibility
scuttling by


"My 6-year-old daughterelephant could have painted that!"

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"The major sport of the Middle Ages was war, with its adjuncts the tournament, the joust, and the judicial duel. War had its open and closed seasons dependent upon conditions of climate and upon the great Festivals of Christmas, Easter, and Ascension, even its attempts at quiet week-ends in the Truce of God, and the right of private war was the most valued of the sporting privileges of the mediaeval barons..." --Charl*s Hom*r Haskins, Studi*s in M*dia*val Cultur* (c. 1929)


7.
dark torn thousands convicts rigors sloop of cloud
dormant Ogpu silkworm pools
all twinkling twistboards
road of acrostic atoms rains scour

knoll swarm clouds
glory obsidian slash twistboards
on this scoriac path in addict whorl spool
which torn God shards scour

6.
arousal lull · birth victim · gulf fnast
twistboards brain and catacombs has · hazaj fnast

swimming · curb
glory logic fnast

Umbrist spur · amongst pallid
folk fulvous doff · squids its logic fnast

gaunt jumpsuits swimming many
storp firm fnast

this ruinous infant light's · convolutions
Grinchus chaos fnast



"I was particularly struck by the comparison to Dutch."



"According to Yaqut, the compiler of a biographical dictionary in the thirteenth century, when Buhturi recited his poetry, 'he used to walk up and down the room, backwards and forwards, and he shook his head and shoulders, stretched his arm out and shouted: "Beautiful, by God!" and he attacked his audience, calling out to them, "Why do you not applaud?" ' " --Night & Hors*s & th* D*s*rt

"On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their hearts’ desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron." --H L M*nck*n, according to Phil Rockstroh (via wood_s lot)