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In Search of Number Seven.

"fumble-jugglery"

   house of whimwham hymnbook
   Whoville & its Louvre
   greet in sweater weather
   the worm Impermanence
antelucan arkwright · earmarked for deletion
   the same gavel sells you

   marmalade tomato
   remains of prior firestorms
   humbug who holds feldspar
   hatchet at throat votive
come · be cognizant of the wrong cure
   luring all who learn

   marmalade tomato
   lament for the fent'nyls

"This was the start of the weirdness."

“If you ever want, Phalaris, to punish anyone of your people,
You throw him inside this bull and set fire below it.
His groaning will look like the bull is groaning,
And you’ll feel pleasure when you’ll hear the sound through the bull’s nostrils as if it were a flute.”

--Tzetzes 1.25

"Continually moved on, into subsets of nowhere."

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Don't call it Genocide.

"For its vibrant coloration, transcendent aura, and pivotal date of execution, No. 7 stands amongst the finest masterworks from the incomparable painterly oeuvre of Mark Rothko." --Sotheby's statement

Please keep eating the forbidden fruit.

"Heaven-Haven

I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail
And a few lilies blow.

And I have asked to be
Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,
And out of the swing of the sea."

--GM Hopkins

I want a chucko buster pete bob and dan movie.

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Red-white-green matrix wave.

ember whisper offspring
iron word & its burden
tide whisperer wheedles

on wharf rife with starfish

The Road to Perdition.

"Word of the Day: HOLLOW-TIME (n.) the depths of winter [19thC, Yorkshire]" --@HaggardHawks

The Seventh Victim.

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Rust drowsing.

"Ye see our danger on the utmost edge
Of hazard, which admits no long debate"

--Paradise Regained

"I acted before all the tyrants could."

Long ago in my family we used the term "sweater weather" for the cool, sunny autumns of Texas.

Just as palindromists sometimes make up a phrase & then try to define it (or find a use for it e.g. "Navidad Ivan"--still looking for that one), it might be amusing to coin some new kennings. Mine just now:

lane-limiter (orange cone)
subtle sea (under Europa)
bee capybara (a modern AV poet)
creeping caravan (traffic)
ticklecatarrh

verbs:
fountainpennyfetch
Stabreim-stagger

adjectives:
custom-car-colorous

adverbs:
leaf-blowersomely

To be continued?

Reality Tunnel.

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To catch Oumuamua.

invent a dozen new kennings

"Moon-sail: (Noun) A term describing a boat or ship as it glides gracefully across the moonlit waters, harnessing the ethereal glow for navigation.

Frost-fingers: (Noun) A poetic expression for the chilly touch of winter, as if delicate fingers of frost reach out and caress the world with an icy embrace.

Ember-whisper: (Noun) The soft, murmuring sound produced by the dying embers of a fire, akin to a hushed conversation between the flames and the night.

Storm-weaver: (Noun) A person or entity with the power to shape and control storms, as if weaving the turbulent elements into a tapestry of tempestuous beauty.

Shadow-lull: (Noun) The gentle, soothing darkness that settles over the world during twilight, casting a tranquil spell and inviting quiet introspection.

Echo-hymn: (Noun) The lingering resonance of sound in a vast space, reminiscent of a hymn that continues to sing long after its source has ceased.

Quill-dancer: (Noun) A term for a skilled writer or poet, likening the pen to a dancer that gracefully moves across the paper, leaving behind a trail of eloquence.

Tide-whisperer: (Noun) One who possesses an intuitive understanding of the ebb and flow of tides, as if able to communicate with the rhythmic heartbeat of the ocean.

Celestial-gleam: (Noun) The radiant glow that emanates from celestial bodies, casting a luminous sheen across the night sky.

Sorrow-veil: (Noun) The metaphorical shroud that sorrow casts over a person's emotions, obscuring joy and enveloping the spirit in a muted, melancholic aura.

Time-architect: (Noun) A visionary or planner who carefully designs and constructs the structure of events, shaping the passage of time with purpose.

Aurora's Veil: (Noun) A poetic reference to the dazzling curtains of light that dance across the polar skies during the aurora borealis, creating an otherworldly spectacle."

--ChatGPT

¨'°÷•..× ງ๓ ×,.•´¨'°.

"Within thick clouds and dark tenfold involved" --Paradise Regained

"In the early 1920s, a scene for DC-based typewriter art emerged."

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Moon Scale.

"A NODDLECASE was a wig in 17th century slang." --@HaggardHawks

Discovery 52724.

write a tanka poem in the style of Thomas Lovell Beddoes

"Amidst shadows deep,
Grim echoes of mortal strife,
Steel behemoth roars,
Thunderous wrath in its wake,
War's dark dance, death's embrace."

--ChatGPT

"Those territories of the dead where the departed can no longer rely on visitation by living and have abandoned themselves to the company of trees."

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Seething void.

accidental · christmas tree
seething void · a wag waddles
into old soundings · fuar brightsome
eight forty eight · poronkusema far
dwelling in raaga hut · hight wag-pasty

Sleeping is cleaning caches...

"The best thing about Barry Manilow's biggest hit song,'I Write the Songs,' is that he didn't write it." --@taoish@mastodonapp.uk

"Came home with this incredible poem about Ben Affleck."

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Europa. (Which i now think of as being about a certain Jovian moon.)

"I’ve reported all of your tweets to the Demiurge." --@americangwyn

Interesting Words ☺️.

"sentience
stirring deep inside me
must you leave
this early in autumn
geese begin to gather"

--an'ya

Red sky at morning.

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Dylan reads Webster.

not chemtrails riding
skipper of the cab
in shade a shill short

golden as ago wones
irked emmet otacust
it is the rhagfyr foehn

not chemtrails rolling

On Cat People & others.

"TOWER OF BABEL (Palindrome)

Emote ways
words garble,
Babel.

A tale,
Babel brags
drowsy awe
to me."

--@Anthony_Etherin

"The most curious part of this is how people working inside the macroculture are the only folks who don’t understand what’s going on."

( jesus chairez on fb / via )

Power Down.

"I ran into Rebecca Solnit at breakfast and she revealed that, too, she is a secret medievalist. The best thing about having published a novel set in the 12th century is discovering how many of my favorite thinkers were molded by a serious engagement with the Middle Ages.

Not sure why this is, but maybe because there’s something kind of punk and wild and deeply deranged about that era." --@legroff

Ozymandias again.

"INVERSNAID

This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes and low to the lake falls home.

A windpuff-bponnet of fawn-froth
Turns and twindles over the broth
Of a pool so pitchblack, fell-frowning,
It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning.

Degged with dew, dappled with dew
Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through,
Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern,
And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn.

What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet."

--GM Hopkins

"Researchers are developing a way of modelling these worlds to determine how much water they have."

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Surrealism and Witchcraft thread.

"ode to moral injury"

foot-traversed distance
nail that sticks out
narrowing all the time

to know warfare's cruelty
by hearsay · fathomless
the blank faces dodging

to go on pretending
like driving on a flat tire

Tsegmed Tserennadmid.

When stupid people cheat you, they think you won't notice. That specific experience defines the 21c.

BIOHAZARD #TEZPOLE OF DOOM.

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More untranslatables.

"I must admit I have read many books. When I disappear, all those volumes will change imperceptibly; the margins will become wider, the thought more cowardly." --Blanchot

Shadow Hider.

"Spring and Fall

         to a young child

Márgarét, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! ás the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for."

--By Gerard Manley Hopkins

Stranded(ness).

( lanny quarles / via )

Substance.Deformation.05.

"A Diamond

   A Translation for Robert Jones

A diamond
Is there
At the heart of the moon or the branches or my nakedness
And there is nothing in the universe like diamond
Nothing in the whole mind.

The poem is a seagull resting on a pier at the end of the ocean.

A dog howls at the moon
A dog howls at the branches
A dog howls at the nakedness
A dog howling with pure mind.

I ask for the poem to be as pure as a seagull’s belly.

The universe falls apart and discloses a diamond
Two words called seagull are peacefully floating out where the waves are.
The dog is dead there with the moon, with the branches, with my nakedness
And there is nothing in the universe like diamond
Nothing in the whole mind."

--Jack Spicer

Salvador Dalí, illustrations for Alice in Wonderland.

"There isn't just one hidden, occulted England. There are hundreds. I am from the England of the wires. The England of the electric ley, The Hum. A criss-crossing above your head England where there's no such thing as silence in the fields." – Signal-catcher Rose, ex-Pylon Person (via @HooklandGuide)

The Red Crystal.

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Haunting Space Banjo | Ambient Space Western Chillwave .

"the only game I play is the millennium
the only game I play is the Great Fear"

--Notebook of a Return to the Native Land (tr Eshleman & Smith)

Twist & Shout.

"XXXVI

West and away the wheels of darkness roll,
   Day's beamy banner up the east is borne,
Spectres and fears, the nightmare and her foal,
   Drown in the golden deluge of the morn.

But over sea and continent from sight
   Safe to the Indies has the earth conveyed
The vast and moon-eclipsing cone of night,
   Her towering foolscap of eternal shade.

See, in mid heaven the sun is mounted; hark,
   The belfries tingle to the noonday chime.
'Tis silent, and the subterranean dark
   Has crossed the nadir, and begins to climb."

--AE Housman, Last Poems

Haunted.

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Toccata and Fugue.

"I honour you in dread

Since your voice like a soft vapour laps me
and my eyes, offered to the eternal scythe,
dare for you to contemplate the coffin;
since to me your red sanctuary affords
a joy half chill, half cardinalate, before
the posthumous avalanche weeps upon the vane;
since the bold cervix of the ardent skeleton,
predestined to the brand of the funeral
walnut, has hurled for you defiance to Death;
I honour you in dread of a lost alcove,
necromantic, with your rigid face
ecstatic, on a shin, as on a pillow;
and since you are my blood's harmonious chosen,
Amada, and life's convulsions seem a bridge
above an abyss, on which we tread together,
my kisses scour you devoutly serried
over a sacrilegious cloak of skulls
as over an erotic domino."

--Ramón López Velarde (1888-1921), in: Octavio Paz's anthology Mexican Poetry

"Besides Crystal Castles and Purity Ring, similar recs?"

"Martyrdom was the dream of my youth and this dream has grown with me within Carmel's cloisters. But here again, I feel that my dream is a folly, for I cannot confine myself to desiring one kind of martyrdom. To satisfy me I need all." --Theresa Hak Kyung Cha

Pixel train night.

( me / "what grows inside us" by geof huth on fb )

Snake Pit.

Caravaggio was the Weegee of the Renaissance.

Congratulations.

"Wracked by frosts,
The skies, where drenched
The geese, calling,
Homeward bound, wingbeats
Stirring Spring rains’ fall."

--Fujiwara no Teika

Lumina #32.

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Geometric Animations / 231208.

"I walked to the edge of early morning,
found no ease there but empty faces,
found no friend there but fear and longing,
found no love there and left again.
The clock in the watchtower called out the hours,
the empty gutters gave no answer back.
Before me stretched streets without footsteps,
cities without names, and nothing beyond;
behind me my past like a pale queen shining,
waving farewell with her flaming hands.
How long must it last, this lesson in waiting,
this watching and wanting and walking on?
I walked to the edge of early morning,
found no love there and left again."

--John D Niles

I Try.

I want to see as many Vallejos as there are Englishings of Horace.

Non applicable status of the unrelenting divinator.

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There's No Distance.

"The Angel of History is named Erosion." --sayings of Asmodeus

· Blink ·.

   the million shadows
that on you tend · story wage
   against light's story

crushed by a fallen building
Star Wars holiday special

To be an Aztec calendar wheel.

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Underground China.

the wedge-working · poured awareness
pattern-unpacking · repair cup
in this dark dungeon · of a dull hour
gurgle i give · gossamer ears to

Ultimately, we grew to love the Tezos Art Pillar and accept it into our ecosystem..

"shall all wights in the world · wander from home--"

--Hollander's Eddas

Asclepian robin.

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Celestial Cadence.

Since the obvious remedies are utterly unavailable, philosophy wrings its hands in vain to find a new way of framing the impasse. One that doesn’t involve time travel. All solutions involve time travel.

Shot Gun.

"droit de seigneur in a managerial age"

thin-shadowing sky time
& leaf-scrape · on the concrete
trash in the trash can
the unreal stories stretch
& time, which will not be healed,
holds in its ruin the one answer

House of Bamboo.