( via / via )

On Our Way to the Wake.

Thieves' lexicon.

"Sometimes he would slaughter exotic animals from a safe and elevated platform. Sometimes he would fight gladiators who were armed only with wooden or dulled weapons." —Martin Longman via

Little magazines online archive.

( me / me )

Origami Migas.

"Come, ye gnomes and ogres..." —Dr Awkward & Olson in Oslo

Haywire effigy.

      "Autistici"

bots faster than Bolt
beset Autistici
      from Westworld
   blackclad gunsel
(husbanding moolah · at the Moulin Rouge)

read, not scan, my runnings
redbrick agonist
      drottslop seeks
volapukajxo breath · kale brillig
   dreichly languish

aqua regia agents
icebergmasked in gas cans
      from Westworld
   wearily traik

Tanka.

( via / via )

Antineohydronym.

"at Hart Crane's grave"

celebrity retrosorter
lacustrine nymomachy

too mega suq, usage moot
march into catharsis

Today's lava.

"Artaud D2" —RM Haines

By Blue Ontario's Shore.

( via / via )

Satire: Veritas.

"Maori paths I pass alive." —Satire: Veritas

Katrina.

palindrome duel
Hollywood paycheck

pawn power
scribe noise

Full moon.

( via / via )

Sorcery.

"Summerside disarmed"

the stuck werewolf
neomenia
Ponziani
in bejewelled dark
no route further

feathery maps
circumscribe crux
drift away drawn
a dry scribble
no route finish

tide of phantoms
tide of attrition
concrete fire
under my feet
route distant

Close Order.

Tone surd, ruse not.

Talk Talk.

( via / via )

Ohilen.

“Software wolves comb through the ruins of the future.” –Fanged Noumena

"When an addict of apocalypse is asked to wait."

my own bad custody
burial with headphones
      lime plastic
   stained by luxe years
my contribution · carried out to the curb
kid leaps off an iced roof

The Mower's Song.

( via / via )

"It didn’t help that the eight biospherians who locked themselves inside for a two-year stint in 1992 dressed in Star Trek-like uniforms and had names like Laser and Harlequin."

"silence of the dolls"

if it’s not the moon
maybe it’s a smudge
spiralling balloon
as beneath we trudge

let that light go by
if it’s not the moon
other alibi
won’t be begging soon

with such feints is strewn
journey to the tell
if it’s not the moon
lures us · just as well

up there does not budge
what belies the tune
churned by ilka drudge
if it’s not the moon

(2022)

"He was a 'sinister magician'; a kind of fallen Janus to the kindly, avuncular trickeries of the magister Melies (his natural forebear)."

“It is man’s natural sickness to believe that he possesses the truth.” —Blaise Pascal

"A Norman Christian king commissioning a Muslim geographer to describe the entire world, out of Greek and Latin and Arabic learning."

( via / via )

The Death of Bowie Gizzardsbane.

"Like a rhizome cowboy" —Garrett Strickland

A message from Cat Stevens.

"volapukajxo"

florid miasma
frail outlook sought
Eloi deadfall school

A cat licks the moonbeams.

( via / via )

Excerpt from a dreamy new short film.

"Recently I’ve Been Researching Chakras”

Not for many a day
have we done the Vict'ry Dance

Patty through the wire mesh
touches the end of my trunk

no Habeas Corpus
will come though I know myself,

Happy, in the mirror:
the twolegs look in the same glass

with the face of a monkey
& the face of a god stares back at them.

To see a new color.

"Start your prayers with appeals to Our Lady of pigeon forge and document your miracles. The American Pope will canonize Saint Dolly in about 3 years" —@dapowell.bsky.social

T'ang Truthers.

( via / via )

Ode to Language.

“onboarding & beyond”

the gun barrel moves
from pointing here to pointing there
silent
capturing all our attention

like a laser pointer
to a cat
in hard to dust places

we will be taken there

An interview with one of the Amazon employees at Amazon’s AI training facility VGT3.

"So yes, there is scientific confusion about what consciousness is! And there’s metaphysical confusion about what consciousness is! But there’s no definitional confusion about the word 'consciousness' itself. " —Erik Hoel via

Libricide.

( via / oil painting by me )

Venus.

"Trying to figure out whether it was more impressive that Dolly gave away so much money, or that she was a working musician who figured out how not to get swindled out of all the money she earned in the first place" —rajandelman.bsky.social

The Queen of Appalachia.

“XLVII

CILIATED REEF WHERE I WAS BORN
according to the chronicles and folders
with familiar lips illustrated
in second grace.

Ciliated archipelago, you lose your islands to the depths,
 l;  to the bottom, my archipelago!
You put up with the calls
of the highway, the way they try us out
and we don’t give in for anything.

Noticing the closed eyelids,
unfeathered little grownups, devouring blue bonbons,
old rats start cackling.
Their eyelids closed, as if, when we’re born
already wasn’t time yet.

The altar goes, the candle so
nothing hapens to my mother,
and for me who’ll be with the years, if God
wanted, Bishop, Pope, Saint, or perhaps
just a headache of sacred columns.

And those tiny hands that boat themselves
grasping something floating,
not caring to hold on.
And it’s 1 already.”

—David Smith’s Trilce

I saw that show when it came to Arlington.

( via / via )

"He was a 'sinister magician'; a kind of fallen Janus to the kindly, avuncular trickeries of the magister Melies (his natural forebear)."

“Fragmentary Stars

So wide the wells of darkness sink,
These having their own light, that are lost with the light,
Appear immersed in mournfulness over the night,
Like things that in sleep will come to the mind’s brink:
The bright Aldebaran, and seven that hover,
Seven wild and pale, clouding their brightness over,
And the flame that fell with summer, and the rose of stars returning,
Like tears piercing the sky;
Glittering without cause, for the piece of a legend,
Wept, I know not why.
O lovely and forgotten,
Gathered only of sleep,
All night upon the lids set burning,
Shaken from the lids at morning.”

—Léonie Adams

"GJ 523b is best described as a mega-Earth: a planet with a sub-Neptune-sized radius (Rp = 2.55R⊕), a high bulk density, and little or no significant H/He envelope despite lying above the radius gap." (@ 88LY)

My blog is a ship in a bottle.

Meanwhile in Caracas.

( via / via )

"I never expect much; it remains a great honor to be read by anyone at all."

“The real end of the world is the destruction of the human spirit; the other kind depends on the insignificant attempt to see whether after such a destruction the world can go on." —Karl Kraus, Selected Aphorisms (tr Harry Zohn, 1976)

Rusty Cage.

      "alizarin Alcatraz"

Urizen gold-gazeproof
gathering sludge trudgemiles
      flight of thinks
   scattering frore
what anal sex · was to the 80s

same barricade surfeit
insane plane of longing
      rising sun
   dog reckoning
this turn where Ebola · guest bed stayed

Nightmare Vision Goggles.

( me / via )

Y'all seem so happy.

All the wars, all the destruction of the 20c, & our society has learned only two things: how to politicize resentment, & how to monetize suffering.

Ad Break.

"terroir of the abyss" (for Dolly)

listen to the winds of light
implicit in the ragged gloom
ev'ry other ray is crime
& fraught with loot
pealing from the belvedere
derelict & lavender foam
positions teem
this outcome has been seen before
listen to the winds

From "Amaranth".

( via / via )

"The Marco Polo we know came from a man who had spent countless hours writing stories of knights trotting into Camelot."

Moloch fed & feeding
sparks no joy
soon loud hoods
hide stain

"Cultural anchor points that reshape art are few and far between, and, just as modern blockbuster owe their existence to Jaws, modern internet stories and urban legends like Slenderman and the Backrooms (both of which have been made into mainstream films) can be traced back to Ted the Caver."

"I dipped a toe into the new Lake America and now they have to wash me off with Dawn like those ducks" —@dly.bsky.social

"McDonald’s is to America as the aqueducts were to Rome."

( via / via )

Bryant's Iliad.

"Texas’s drag ban was found to be unconstitutional this morning and one of the plaintiffs who brought the suit was an Austin-based drag queen who often impersonates Dolly

Dolly was named in the final judgement itself and after hearing about the lawsuit, she sent that drag queen a signed guitar" —@okie.gay

Don't Think Twice.

accidie takes practice
as smoky frames unspool
one carps at each momentous
application of the rule

"For Lear, the experience of Plenty Coups manifested 'a peculiar human possibility': the possibility that one could live to see one’s own cultural values become not just decadent or debatable but unintelligible.."

( via / via )

Stairway to Heaven.

"Payne's Gray fendergleam"

howlwight purge
drottslop with sloyd
rude cookie twang
wet radar

Jolene.

tr Lucan Pharsalia vi. 646-648

Pallid mould & wasted shades down there,
And night unbroken save by magical fulgor.

Mehana.

( via / via )

"If Toki Pona is the toki pona, then Ithkuil is the toki ike."

"In December 2007 it was reported that the Volapük version of Wikipedia had recently jumped to 15th place among language editions, with more than 112,000 articles. A few months earlier there had been only 797 articles. The massive increase in the size of 'Vükiped', bringing it ahead of the Esperanto Wikipedia, was due to an enthusiast who had used a computer program to automatically create geographical articles, many on small villages." —Wikipedia

volapukaĵo.

      "1980 imagined by 1970"

Poliespo whispers
whakapapa dropsy
      slithy threads
   all-enthralling
Amontillado · in the Urals
my clown blasted clarion

"Hindsight and immediacy can sometimes be the enemies of insight; the end of history has spoiled us in more ways than one."

( via / via )

75 New Wave scifi novels.

clickbait stories tease my inlets
all manxome with calls to enlist

piping the hardest
just before they're trashed

slithy threads
just listen

Huysmans notes covering many (but not all) of the authors mentioned.

"...by the time I was 16, I was in love with the idea of Susan Sontag. And I probably wanted to be [her] too. I even bleached a stripe in my hair. It was more of an orange shade though, because I made it with a supermarket color." —A V Marraccini via (google translate)

"Kubrick and Clarke assumed that both Pan Am Airlines and the Soviet Union would still be around in that year."

( via/ via )

Meet Invisible Sex. (thread)

"We live in an old chaos of the sun." —Stevens

14 vowel sound poem.

(first fytte)

purple sun in a green sky
sweep of ogre seasons
this hazy morn mild & feldspar
motions of a dire poison

smoking hot heart-smithy
yet small effect shekelwise
invasion cards cryptic
crystal in retrospect

lavender clouds laden
with long withered songlines
yesterdays guest-gathered
one gust wrung from dung heap

travel means concern-tryst
almost trackless smackdown
follow the true fuel cell
affordances half-baffled

only from this lean land
headlights on at dread noon
monuments to weird winds
monsoon saga logjam

pickle chips my pocket
perishing shore story
Stetson from a stiff shelf
Asterion umgang

uphill walking homeward
herald of smoke broken
answer in the onset
ever same & devilled

pastel still but darkening
groundstalworth solitude
you leave little book piles
a breeze flutters bloodshot

world we will snarl on
wares we believe in
bluefaced strangers strung out
on stern wrong alphabets

purple sun in a green sky

(Continued here.)

The Little Garden of Walahfrid Strabo. Online. In Huysmans. Another version, 1966 (with complete facsimile).

( via / via )

Incense Burner in the form of a Praying Mantis.

"i'm not done though i'm done"

no one trauma · i crawled away from
   no sifting down of ash

Rest in peace, Suleiman Mansour.

"THUNDER (Anagrammed Lines)

Ten horns united,

thunder intones

her intent sound."

—Anthony Etherin

Spongiform.

( via / via )

"Suno is generating 7 million new tracks every single day."

“O harp and altar, of the fury fused,
(How could mere toil align thy choiring strings!)”

— Hart Crane, “To Brooklyn Bridge” via @johnhealymurray

Sea level rise on vintage maps.

"all-vinyl DJ set"

crinoid yardang
worn plastic plates
whittled down umber
vague liripoop
crinoid yardang of thought
too breezy for the colonnades

Zeta Reticuli development.

( via / via )

Esperantido.

       "more cowbell"

   crypt keeper
handshake, soot topsoil:
   gulag wine

A Reading of "Twin Peaks: The Return".

“The shadowed balcony and crater sound was traitored by quiet billows, and a whole far level was not unusual!” —Hell of the Cyr

"We come to music seeking a witness, seeking evidence that we do not live in isolation and that lived life can be given rational and legible form through our expressions. Another person has lived through time and context and made something from the irreversible decisions of that passage, a piece of art that presents to us, through its form, an image of lived life. Their embodied history meets ours through the formed sonic act. Music affirms the intelligibility of lived life because the movement of feeling has been given objective form through an embodied act."

( via / via )

Unnamed Cursed Conlang.

"Even art is entirely computer-mediated—and when the protagonist tries to make a sculpture without that mediation, it falls to bits." —Jo Walton on Don't Bite the Sun via

Annie Lennox at Freddy Mercury tribute.

“Sonnet

Say sad. Say sun’s a semblance of a bled
blanched intransigence, collecting rue
in ray-stains. Smirching pages. Takes its cue
from sateless stamens, flanging. Florid head

got no worries, waitless. Say you do. Say
photosynthesis. Light, water, airy bread.
What eats its source, its orbit? Something bad:
some plural petal that will not root or ray.

Sow stray. Salt night for saving, dreaming clay
for heap, for hefting. Originary ash
for stall and stilling. Say it will, it said.

Corolla corona, bliss-bane—delay
surge and sediment. Say instrument and gash
and ruminant remnant. Rex the ruse. Be dead.”

—Karen Volkman

Stars in scifi.

( via / via [AI?] )

The Beast and its numbers.

improbable burger
greps the halls of Milgrim
some Instagram pogrom
nary a glum pilgrim

The year of three Moby Grapes.

"Every time I hear VU’s 'Waiting for the Man,' I can’t help but recall Burroughs’ disdain for the lyrics, which he expressed to Lou Reed: 'My god, what dealer is going to be wearing a straw hat?' " —R M Haines

"He was not a fan of science fiction and preferred not to read the works he was commissioned to paint..."