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Poets of the uncanny.

"every one deals in paper money; few have ever handled gold. we live on symbols, and even on the symbols of symbols; we have never grasped or verified things for ourselves; we judge everything, and we know nothing."

--henri frédéric amiel
tr. mrs. humphry ward (via @infinita_fiori)

"I encroached and called it a rill. I never heard of that, my wife said, and I replied, Read any Cormac McCarthy novel — he uses it as least once and maybe twice per novel..."

exuviae zither · pizzazz shed
room rustling with · wrong attempts
mists multiplied · in the mood of this returning
album excavated · artificial light

a sphinx ferreted · forceful query
once for the wayfarer's · web clearing
& duly decorated · daub therefrom
a story strained · through stereo stulms

all far now furious · as the floods tumble
nor raft to hand · helpful rune
i gather the gormless · guts of a teddybear
the landscape lathered · with loose visions

mower this morning · not muted by blinds
Pluto placated · to replace noise

"Lightning flicks its riding whip..."