"The opposite of torture is not progress but charity." --B*rg*r

   but curry stirs
scaffold sunlight crawls iron cyst
   usurp star gibbons


FOREVER starting again, having to go back to the last place you remember: isn't this the law of flicker-self? Why do you imagine it is ever any different?
   Negligence is an army. In this landscape of futile guideposts, language itself is only the pointer, perhaps, to what should have been the in-between places.
   And philosophy moves like another such caped crusade, multiplying shadows in its war against the tendency to flicker.


    diagram including you
    and form slipping habitat
    diagram bold in its faith
    black plutonium cargo
    diagram burning ions
    spiral my long story wood

(via msnbcm*dia3 dot msn dot com)


"Vantage, Used"

The mountain is an island in sky.
Our half formed lungs can’t take much of it
and our eyes sear with what we have no words for
except: sky. I feel already a fossil on the mountain.
I know that my kind will be obsolete someday.
That is why i return to the mountain, for those awful glimpses
of our apocalyptic bungling
sealed in history like an ambered dragonfly.

--Chastizing th* B*autiful Monst*rs


"...madness is revolutionary freedom confined to the self." --John B*rg*r

People who move surrounded with lies have a different relation to the world from those whose uncomplicated acceptance offers no pitfalls, and whose relative consensus in regards to the things that matter most, occasion but little irremediable conflict.


   "Devolution"

I will stay,
i will learn to live and die in the body,
the body’s knowing and what it doesn’t know.
My armor will be that i am flesh
without appeal, in the fleetness of its perishing.
Here on this island of Easter
gull’s cry flies forever among the stone faces.

--Chastizing th* B*autiful Monst*rs


Plains Indian L*dg*r Art. (via M*tafilt*r)

(via tikrit dot com )


Plan*tocopia. (via M*tafilt*r) "Move Mars where Venus is now, and put Venus is Mars's place, or perhaps a bit further out, toward the inner edge of the asteroid belt. Assume they were there from the beginning, and estimate their current surface temperatures! You'll find that life on Hot Mars probably would develop early, when the sun was cooler. Life would suck up CO2 and keep the planet from runaway greenhousing. ...Meanwhile, our Cool Venus, swathed in a thick atmosphere, would be warm enough for life but lacks enough water for large seas. With the air so rich in CO2 and water as the limiting factor, sparse plant life might be all we'd get, but who knows?"


" "If you're a poet," he said, "you don't just remember dreams, you remember how dreaming works. You can do it in the daytime: mapping from one set of states of affairs to another, so that there arises this thing called 'meaning.' I couldn't tell how 'how,' no more than I could tell you exactly how I put one foot in front of another. You don't 'how' it, you do it. You can do it with suggestive abstract patterns as easily as with shaped sound... In fact, you can't stop. It's because you and I are addicted to the thing called 'meaning' that we use words, and have responsibilities, and people who depend on us." "

--Whit* Qu**n

(via //justinsomnia dot org )


   "φυξιμος"

  not Kirlian coral blows
stark affliction block my windows

  famous mafioso wind
storp high opal moan my windows

his ik bin ibi path twinkling
    pillow book my windows


Lor*nzo Milam today. (via wood_s lot)


"...Of cataclysmic presence;
of strangest rage, of ache, of blasphemy."

--Martillac

(via //cloudking dot com slash artists slash k*lly-burg*ss slash works)


"What would be torture in the world of phenomena is beauty in the world of artistic representation." --Un*arthing th* Past


Mast*rs of D*c*ption.


   From clarity to
blocking it and back as if
   taking action this
ord sciamachy crypt crunk
   construction mugs throng
infamous flitting mirror
   mar sky did moon skid
roam miry clutch clarity
zzxjoanw padishah drum rich murk


"What boggles the mind now is the way the nation seems to be taking this loss in stride." (via wood_s lot)

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


'It is only at first sight that the absolute indifference of early Christians towards the life of the historical Jesus is disconcerting.' --Alb*rt Schw*itz*r


   Νεμεσις

our viridian
strict claw drouth
claw punish curviangular skald

cloud indigo skald laws walk
through blast tomorrow through lorn lock as only
black distract to abolish


Nation of Thizzlam.

mukataba war is loud
that ballad is honor war is loud

shigol latifundia and fragrant rugs
war is loud

labyrinth malls chortling Christmas
wailing Lilith war is loud

Grinchus knows
shadow war is loud


3y*balls in th* Sky.

(via g*orgtown dot *du slash faculty slash irvin*m slash visualarts)


"This desperate tongue-in-cheek disavowal of sincerity exposes the bare rusted infrastructure of our poetry moment, caught between the exhaustion of the confessional impulse and the exhaustion of ironic wordplay."


mukataba dusk
skirls a stirrup walg obstruct caftan

idiomatic fungoids using up ash
skull millions

his sloppy psalm sandstorm is
star story crippling


"I’d compare RT’s switching to the Strat to the moment when the medieval/renaissance revivalist Phil Pickett laid down his modern oboe and picked up his first crumhorn. Finally: the right tool for the job."

"Of the younger painters none actually paints so beauifully as Francis Bacon." --Wyndham L*wis (1949)

   chords of rain slip down
my stationary car's glass
   as faintly traffic
churns and i think of away
but not i think in this car


"And terribly the hoofs of Sleipner rang
Along the flinty floor of Asgard streets..."

--Matth*w Arnold

(via //n*wsfromrussia dot com)


"I adore italics, don’t you?" (via AL Daily)


cold and fuzzy final in wrong
indigo brouhaha
along slag glory
black mandolin for snow occult
building ischial anagrams


I'm calling it magic, in my fantasy. It's a way of describing a world situation where unbelievable, jaw-dropping bad things happen, and nobody bats an eye, and people (except for what's known as the lunatic fringe) just carry on as normal. In another generation, it was called fascism.


This Island 3arth.


"If an artist wished to justify himself as a specialist, he could not do better than to base his claim on the social undesirability of everybody being an artist." --Wyndham L*wis

(via //s*ahors* dot gom*n dot org)


Burning Tigris.


   "MJ-12"

count ladybug dots

Saanich his limbo physical gray
blind twinkling

caraway asthma dictionary gory
Navia Dratp watch counting

rumpabumpbum


Th* incr*dibl* wat*r b*ar.

(via imag*cach*2 dot allpost*rs dot com)


"The philosophy of human creation is: reaching the pinnacle of bliss, construction of immaculate life, efflorescence of all potentialities and talents, implementation of justice and devotion across the world amongst all human beings." (via M*tafilt*r)


upon vicinity of
rat iron road
tilt padlock · any cold apt lit count

quoia bran chsp spur
sporadic word · whisking hospital blind warps
afford in floating


B*atl*grass.


Th* Pass*ng*r.


Bogs hurry.

"You know, you do have to wonder where Liebkraft got his ideas from."


   "A Low Country"

call · old things
ruinous mock · rishima
rains blows · black potlatch on a torn road
rot your fathoms · laud


Rishima or Milky Way glow. Ghostly. Rot is an ongoing way. (Azury gray portal, to tomorrow's slight forms.)


"God spoke to him and said, "We must help these people and we must Christianize them." The Secretary of State responded, "Mr. President, they're already Roman Catholic," and McKinley said "that's what I mean!" "

To Titan's thinking birds, Saturn's disk is a big bird.


dawn blogging
sound of sloppy Ialdabaoth
morth ominous zodiac
aid without fog coils

way high road troll sub to float · or was it to
fall · or was writing it a floating fall div
an day in a cold, gray, fog-
bound ability scorch potlatch air

blogging glob
to push back Sacla


Nois* Putty.

"If you learned to speak Lojban...."


Navia Dratp. Plus.


Ishtar portal aroma blogging
blood blogging

polyps flowing raucous night war always at
had yoga blogging

immortal song mouth that glows
with thorn most malign important · wall blogging

Grinchus charts
cicalas blogging


"What would you say to the future?" --A bard is not a wight that sings, but a wight that knows prior things, lost today.

(via hom*pag* dot mac dot com slash sboon*az)


blogging is a chav artform
murk charts any possibly
odd pokchang spurts your posh washboard author
wisdom shot far from worlds


Pokchang attiring a wight, not with mundanity.


blogging glass robots
aglow again with anchors ago
ogham slag

random psalmist history's crypt
tortuous obtaining so stillborn ashtray
maggot agony slit dawn


Always put on too much clothing for this mild gray light.


solstitial blogging
gray throng roads · pharaoh flogging
migratory swarm
turning in thick twilight
black forms turning and diving


"The aliens had simply arrived, by chance, in time to witness the last acts of a long drama: tragic, fascinating, rich and rank and strange..." --Gwyn*th Jon*s, Pho*nix Caf* (1998)


On my victrola- Music at th* Tim* of th* Crusad*s ("Fauv*l" motets)


Wolv*s at th* Door. (An actual "Julia"?)


My cha- Sky B*tw**n th* Branch*s

Chin*s*/Japan*s*/Vi*tnam*s* blog--via Languag* Hat--but also a Pink Floyd insight that was on this blog prior.


"But Parry's perspective is a fusty one; as a literary intellectual he's attuned to a literary and political culture which is all but dead in the West as well as in Japan." (my italics)


Flavors. (via wood_s lot)

(via pinky dot n* dot jp slash ~aogachou)


'I have in me the whip of speech and the hearing of the angels.' --Gnosis on th* Silk Road


   "Bum Hunting Outfit"

of fractal days
a wodwo knows
that nothing shows
its worn top out
bright murk arrays
notion and scar
harm brought calcspar
that a firm doubt


'Or have they any stairway (unto heaven)...?' --Sûrah 52 (Pickthall)


   "Frost Giants"

annul birdtalk cairn
dark a fjord gong holy child

i don't joust karmic lapwings murk narc
know of prong ruck · quickly shill to unknown vap

wink anything xoanon now
yapping zoo


Movi* Mapp*r. (via M*tafilt*r)

"Just be sure to have your Reese’s Pieces handy when they come calling."


"Bad, bumbling English is always a happenin' planet..."

"...I am sitting alone
   in the history of music
and nothing all everything
   loads body down off the
hanging symptoms."

--mi*kal and, knowl*dg* swirling man t*ll slow stori*s (1986)


3ast*r Sacrific*. (via M*tafilt*r) [slow load]


   "29x-13
     21x-28"

and ruinous martyrs' singular blood
portrayal shorn of shadowy yoga
Polonium now or short aroma

Badtz Maru down pulls Polonium wall
carbolic martyrs youth to opal dark
is a car bomb as bilk so cargo

it dilatory scarab auroras
bulk warhaul Polonium karma



To avoid soul pain from ugly surroundings, a wight must shut out too much of what's going on. An artificial world is no satisfactory proxy.


murk lingo no salvation
is and moon · no salvation

chasm back to Gunnison
in that wood · no salvation

today pours bright burgundy
kylix vugg · no salvation

Ubar stairway and stars a pronoun goaf
thrust practical · sands no salvation

smug unicorns frolic luck's discarding
bulwark ions of no salvation


"Works only around midnight, and can only do some of the work between heartbeats."

I am not my tracks, i am not my path, i am not my way forward. Dust stirring among pallid shadows. Cry to Cthulhu.


   "A Ballad of Bad Bargains"

pad flurry spiralling · bad bargains
and sharp futility · your grammar
account long scabbard
loud adjoining tomb
turn out florid owl
of Babylon

cravat viridian nirvana
car bombs slow up my fan fic · and words
sloppy pangolin
torn soil doing worms
activity ghosts
song born of frost


"I think many members of the press think they inhabit an imagined center, and take pride in the fact that people on the left and right often object to the way in which they tell the story."


   "Nativity in Black"

a fun Iraqi diaspora
born of bald political football
tattoo jahiliyah · strict yahoos
and sprawling miraculous kudzu
"mangina" clouds laud
obsidian taiga
vivid to consign my
shrink thwart gnosis


'It would be just as if a man should fall in love with one of the sparrows which fly by, but it has already passed out of sight.' --Th* Thoughts of th* 3mp*ror Marcus Aur*lius Antoninus (tr G*org* Long, 1889), vi.