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what is it called when a society divides into two warring factions, both of which are convinced that the other has been replaced by doppelgangers?"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

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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.

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Breathless. ☆☆☆

" 'I want to sleep with you because you're beautiful.'

'But I'm not.'

'Then because you're ugly.' "

--Breathless

The devil is in the details 👀.

"The Moth

Isled in the midnight air,
Musked with the dark's faint bloom,
Out into glooming and secret haunts
The flame cries, 'Come!'

Lovely in dye and fan,
A-tremble in shimmering grace,
A moth from her winter swoon
Uplifts her face:

Stares from her glamorous eyes;
Wafts her on plumes like mist;
In ecstasy swirls and sways
To her strange tryst."

--Walter de la Mare

Strata V.

( via / via via @agnescallard )

Steve Irwin and the Unicorn. (via ada hoffmann)

"Autumn

There is a wind where the rose was;
Cold rain where sweet grass was;
   And clouds like sheep
   Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.

Nought gold where your hair was;
Nought warm where your hand was;
   But phantom, forlorn,
   Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.

Sad winds where your voice was;
Tears, tears where my heart was;
   And ever with me,
   Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was."

--Walter de la Mare

This is either me as a ghost in a haunted house somewhere in the future, or me in the void after I've uploaded my brain onto Web 3...

"LIFE HACK: Call your local classic country station at least once a week to request a song extolling the virtues of labor unions" --@ashleyrattner

"The fourth act of his famous work Faust contains a dialogue between a neptunist and a plutonist, the latter being Mephistopheles..." (looking for the meaning of ultraneptunian...)

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The Decreationist.

"Searching Amazon doesn't produce a list of the products that most closely match your search, it brings up a list of products whose sellers have paid the most to be at the top of that search." --Cory Doctorow

Where is Bobbie Gentry?

gaslight Nostradamus
redact Cassini Diskus
no stint for a shamus
framing minty marsh gas

"Just four years ago, our discourse was focused on the role of transgender athletes in top-tier competitive sports. Now, that debate feels like an ember compared to the blazing wildfire we currently face." (via Metafilter)

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"In my virtual lecture in Iran this morning, we ended up asking Chat GPT about five ways to make life more meaningful, then had a discussion about whether the answers were just clichés. Then someone imagined Slavoj Žižek asking Chat GPT 5 ways to make his life even more meaningless..."

parcelled out in spoons
Qurans to burn
my pith helmet self-crafted

shadows no cooler
the mercenary army leaderless

"The beautiful irony of this situation, of course, is that a generation of humanists trained on Foucault have now rallied around 'On the Dangers of Stochastic Parrots' to oppose a theory of language that their own disciplines invented, just at the moment when computer scientists are reluctantly beginning to accept it."

“At one wailing time it will fall upon my body as a bloodletter. At another time it will fall upon the crown of my head, as a crown of thorns. Such is thy god: my head is many thrones, many gates, the truth I did not know.” –@gods_txt

Embroidery animation.

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Stalker in real life & the video game.

“dense fog
the thud of textbooks
caught by the nettle tree”

–@poem_exe

In defense of Oppenheimer.

"shall I take off

the heavy evening gown

called Love and

wrap my naked self

in a shawl of mist?"

--Fujio Tachibana at Ahapoetry

AI trailer for a Heidi movie.

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The Mask Now.

"The Upstairs Room

It must have been in March the rug wore through.
Now the day passes and I stare
At warped pine boards my father's father nailed,
At the twisted grain. Exposed, where emptiness allows,
Are the wormholes of eighty years; four generations' shoes
Stumble and scrape and fall
To the floor my father stained,
The new blood streaming from his head. The drift
Of autumn fires and a century's cigars, that gun's
Magnanimous and brutal smoke, endure.
In March the rug was ragged as the past. The thread
Rots like the lives we fasten on. Now it is August,
And the floor is blank, worn smooth,
And, for my life, imperishable."

--Weldon Kees

Olivia Laing in conversation with @mjohnharrison.

" 'I am thinking about tomorrow,' said Toad. 'I am thinking about all of the many things that I will have to do.'

'Yes,' said Frog, 'tomorrow will be a very hard day for you.' " --@FrogandToadbot

Gribouillage.

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Continuum #140.

"Having a GOP debate without Trump is like letting the Manson family make a plan without Charlie." --@LOLGOP

Meanwhile, in the city where the debate was held...

"INCANTATION

The twitching hand,
like some Medusa,
blinds the aching eye
of the oil lamp.

Ace of Wands.
Scissors in a cross.

Upon the white smoke
of the incense, it has
a touch of the mole and
the indecisive butterfly.

Ace of Wands.
Scissors in a cross.

An invisible heart
is distressed, see it?
A heart
reflected on the wind.

Ace of Wands.
Scissors in a cross."

--Garcia Lorca, Poem of the Deep Song (tr C Bauer 1921; 1987)

Enjoy it while it lasts.

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A plethora of kinky theoryesque free books on pdf. (including some Purdey Lord Kreiden translations from Cioran in Gobbet)

book that can be burnt
this hummingbird-blur our world
still holds resolute

in its talks with the mist-fawn
in bending to the sarsar

Collectiveness as a Form of Autotheory.

" 'The dragons haven't any word for "magic," ' Thorn spoke in a bruised sort of voice, her throat bonds being released a little. 'Isn't that odd of them?' " --Annals of Klepsis

"...in comparison with her writing[,] most other modern writing seems unfinished, its aim diffuse and its style impure."

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"When have I ever done anything that someone didn’t think was detrimental to my fucking career?"

"In the garden of gray latex foliage / moths spinning about, chewing through / trembling hands in front of the broken, seeping masks / a static emerald memory lodged in the back, reflecting the partylights / the bulb at the end of the hall at the end of the feast blinking in the graydawn light /" --James Pate, Mineral Planet

"AI ain’t gonna make any of them art connoisseurs obsolete, no sir! It might shake things up a bit, sure, but it’s more like a tool in their arsenal, like a shiny new wrench to help ’em fix things up."

snowflake & tarriance
Treblinka by Disney
azure-belly'd yantra
taant television snow

radio telescope
Turabian parade
AI daguerrotype
paper Taipei air-raid

"It is debatable whether dust mites and their fecal pellets add significantly to the weight of your favorite old pillow."

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These Boots Are Made for Walkin'.

Escher's sphere
so many kinds of flame

Cast Iron Arm.

"Self: it stifles" --@LoriWike

Bells for Her.

( via / via via @grimartgroup )

From From From.

“Men, crazed with shadows that they chase,
Bear, as a punishment, the brand
Of having wished to change their place.”

–Campbell’s Baudelaire, “Les Hiboux”

Discovery 52714.

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

--an'ya

↯.

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Prison City Soul.

"A Gull Goes Up

Gulls when they fly move in a liquid arc,
Still head, and wings that bend above the breast,
Covering its glitter with a cloak of dark,
Gulls fly. So as at last toward balm and rest,
Remembering wings, the desperate leave their earth,
Bear from their earth what there was ruinous-crossed,
Peace from distress, and love from nothing-worth,
Fast at the heart, its jewels of dear cost.
Gulls go up hushed to that entrancing flight,
With never a feather of all the body stirred.
So in an air less rare than longing might
The dream of flying lift a marble bird.
Desire it is that flies; then wings are freight
That only bear the feathered heart no weight."

--Those Not Elect

Queen of Hearts.

"...nowadays there are but few who hold literature in honor. Besides, owing to a natural defect, it is fixed and rooted in the human breast that failure to understand the art means failure to esteem the artist." (Letters of Sidonius tr. W B Anderson: V.x, To Sapaudius)

El Rey de Francia.

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Kalmadı.

"The way through the wood may start wide, but it always narrows as it deepens. By turn and tangle it thickens with stories, darkens into snarl. For the wood is where we've sent our feral dreams to live, all our growling myths. We walk it in the company of old gods. – #CLNolan" --@HooklandGuide

Magneto.

black corridors blaring
sublime mirror speargrass

let the window land here

Liar Liar.

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Short spooky video by Sapphire.

"So, so long

traveling this highway

alone---

vanishing V

of geese heading south"

--R G Rader at Ahapoetry

Old interview with Ayndryl i just found out about.

"It is told that infirm old Alfgar passed on a gray road beneath gray skies, and about him blew that wind which fans the flickering of the stars." --The Way of Ecben

Best Mothman photo yet.

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Nests.

"Let the rule be: 'Do not ever climb so high on the cliffs of imagination that the fall from the top will kill you...' " --Annals of Klepsis

Once Upon Our Planet.

phantomnation fishing
before skaldic doorway
other than in English

all the vetust ballparks
on a tharnmoot morning

Accelerate or Die. (via @Qdnoktsqfr)

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"Whatever Happened to Culture?"

"MADNESS (Palindrome-Haiku)

Peel song, no sadness.
Send a made bed a madness.
Send a song no sleep…."

--@Anthony_Etherin

"Only the Unabomber has delivered a similar message since Chayefsky's masterpiece, and look what happened to him."

"You have seen comic artists and caricaturists who can suggest a face and a person with no more than several broken lines on a paper. Human persons are like that, mere suggestions made out of long and short broken lines." --Annals of Klepsis

El mar, con su hambre de matar.

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Zoa.

"An opera singer steals philosophy and hides it inside a crystal city." --@magicrealismbot 2-12-16

Last Year at Marienbad. (with subtitles) ☆☆☆☆

neon jellyfish alcove
you don't want to remember
in this carpeted enclave

the sudden vacant chamber
scene of another story
you don't want to remember

unfolding over starry
esplanades where ghosts stalk
scene of another story

the losses are now too stark
to justify forever
esplanades where ghosts stalk

the organ follows each lover
corridors like ruined statues
to justify forever

things have changed in the picture
neon jellyfish alcove
corridors like ruined statues
in this carpeted enclave

"When a colleague told her that a Bible verse had appeared on cups at the campus coffee shop, she had to see for herself. There it was, in red, with the name of the Bible chapter spelled wrong: 'Phillipians' 4:13." (via Mefi)

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View from Piraeus.

"september night...
correcting papers,
I notice an upside down
beetle turning over
on its own"

--K. Ramesh in Tanka Splendor 2005

Another Grecian view.

   for eight hundred years
gargoyle never changed his view
   as the clouds slid by

coiled & uncoiled & dropped rain
on the blurred shapes of humans

(2019)

On Terf Island.

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The Defeat of Reason.

"Revolt, rapid.

Neon fog.
No set upside.
Vastness.

I desire no law
or rosy briar air.

By sorrow alone, rise.
Dissent. Save dispute.

Song of no end.
I part, lover."

--@MikeSpeaks

Corporate Labyrinth.

"There is this gold-and-gemstone light in every person, and it only needs to be evoked." --Annals of Klepsis

Where light dances with darkness and day embraces night. ☀️🌕.

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Impressionistic rainy city.

"The mystery of life is the plainest part of it. The clouds and curtains of darkness, the confounding vapours, these are the daily weather of the world." --Chesterton

Let It Be.

A scurrying misshaped thought, but still a thought,
has found me inbetween my watering chores
as sometimes still, the night's veil yields us stars
long after we had ceased on them to dote.
I started to say, not fewer than when thrills
were lush, do insights find me even now:
except i hardly write them down--which is
face-saving but a little late to growl.
Or gratitude (that will do for grace) has lost
its compass in the phosphor-lidded sky...
Nevertheless, against this williwaw
of folly, other things first sacrificed
perturb me more, that flash in sickle-feast.

Data Bone Touch.