( via / via )

"The student was fascinated by the text, intrigued by the silence surrounding it, and curious about what we might learn from that silence and from reading the text, even knowing it to be fake."

the ship has shoved off · on those shabby themes
some fragmentary phrases · refract old light
past parrotting · past holding
in hard copy · the key hitching
my mind moots · it makes no more
& wraithly relegates · where the rotten floors
allow no landing · i sit studying
one old book · another old book
from worn out wartimes · wildly displaced
& the shadowless snuffle · of fierce forces
i would rather not name · take hold with a rune
as much might · as a meddler wields
this sad century · or till now seen
one feather's flutter

"I've always had access to other worlds."

"Tempest unfolds its pinions o'er the gloom
That shrouds the boiling surge; the pitiless fiend,
With all his winds and lightnings, tracks his prey;
The torn deep yawns, the vessel finds a grave
Beneath its jagged gulf."

--"Queen Mab"

"Spreading my bones at ease, to drowse in deep
Oblivion, as a shark within the wave...."

( via via @mcmansionhell / me )

Elastic is interested in work that locates the sublime in the ordinary, that interrogates power by breaking form, and that extends the boundaries of the usual creative containers. (via @rosebudbenoni)

"Entertained by the small things. Such as Walter Biemel starting his book on phenomenology and Heidegger with a Madame Bovary quote: 'Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.' " --@dreramsofbeing_

The only democracy.

trace rim · sip
room elope · run
i start race · mime cart
rats inure · pole moor
pismire cart

"Imagine making Ghalib fascist!"

( via / me )

I asked chat GPT to list the favorite albums of a pretentious poser.

   athleisure
atoll shivered
   clutch relic

silvery ash
   bulk crisped berm

Faking William Morris, Generative Forgery, and the Erosion of Art History. (via Mefi)

"I pointed a flintlock at the captain to mutiny but it didnt shoot so i pretended it was a joke" --@momentspirates

Leporidae.

( via / via via @paisleyrekdal )

Sims Marienbad.

"I've depicted you as the obsolete warship of yesteryear being tugged into port to be scrapped unceremoniously, and myself as the hardy tugboat towing your hulking frame through the mist" --@sexbeanpernicus

A swan of olden times remembers.

Gileaddict ailing
also deathly weather
my vaccine card curdles
occult sapphire laughter
backyard lumber lurking
alarms ducky harm's-jouk
i scry brillig Braille-field
bruised by grisly newsreels

All these tiny beliefs.

( me / via )

How the opening of Nazi concentration camps, at that point for communists, was covered in the press.

"20 LETTERS

In these twenty letters,
we try ten lines. The test
set, we tether sly intent.
We net the stint tersely.
We intently test ethers.
We try the silent tenets—
try the new, tense titles.
Written, the steely nest
settles twenty therein.
We enter its tenth style."

--@Anthony_Etherin

"I’m literally a woman who left mankind behind to live in nature with bears. This is my actual life." (via Mefi)

"I don’t interact with the humans in my hood all that much. Instead I cultivate communications with the crows, the cats and the dogs. They know." --@memizon

The Five Causes of our Ruin.

( via / via )

The shrine of the black madonna is so metal.

"I was complaining to my friend about how awful things feel and how hard it all is at the minute, and he said 'it's a period of deep moral injury for anyone with a thinking mind and a working heart,' and if that doesn't just hit the nail on the head I don't know what does." --@mariegardiner

Remembered quote from college.

moral injury

mainly juror
miry journal
jailor my urn

july air norm
armor in july
i jar only rum

Special Feature: Selected Poems for ICC Seeking Arrest Warrants.

( via / via )

Traffic Patterns.

"Caution my specters,
shall you float near my heart?
Burning love turns wisps
to dust and ash as the songs
within me find forlorn ears."

--@MarkoSGata

Unrealized Project.

"The volatile truth of our words should continually betray the inadequacy of the residual statement."

- Henry David Thoreau, Walden (via @aliner)

Far from Home.

( via / via )

Mornings in the deserted plaza.

“So a random set of meanings has softly gathered around the word the way lint collects. The mind does that.”

— William H. Gass (via @lightinkpaint)

Pittsburg, 1955.

"Bygone days
I do not recall, but
At an ancient estate
In the evening rain
Comes the scent of orange blossom."

--Sanetomo
Kinkai wakashū 160 (via)

Can AI have pica?

( via / via )

Circles of Hell.

Sometimes there's nothing that i want
a stillness on the sun-filled air
to ply with gems the webinar
a house without the house's taint

sometimes i only sit & stare
a ghost bemused for how to haunt
this track comprised of scattered spraint
goes yearning-quelled & miles too far

(9/2020)

How to say "apocalyptic" without saying "apocalyptic".

"I'm rooting for Netanyahu to win the Nobel Peace Prize, so he can get arrested at the ceremony in Oslo." --@_ryanruby_

The King embraces his inner Goat of Mendes.

( via / via )

Written Garden.

How about we stop all the killing of children before we have any more?

👉vector field👈 .

"cool night air
for the homeless
moon over a bridge"

--Issa (via @bashosociety)

Algorithmic Hypergouging.

( via / via )

My sequel to a tweet.

"Aoibh’s Children in Expectation

There is a swan-crossed sea
   where exiles flew to die,
where grey waves wash the greyer shore
   in ponderous lullaby.

An old king’s children cry
   their swan tears to the sea,
wandering on their wasted shore
   through long eternity,

for they cannot restore
   their ruptured dignity,
but stretch their savaged wings toward sky,
   above the swan-crossed sea."

--Sarah Spivey (via @amjuster)

Whistlejacket.

"I am speaking of the first night, when I leave my apartment almost breathless, searching for someone to show the poem to."

- Jack Spicer, AFTER LORCA (via @aliner)

Welcome Home.

( via / via )

Bad Craziness.

"But Anubis, the good barker, bayed at these animals,
Sharply snapping at their flanks and their shin-bones:
'Traipse off, you riff-raff, you rejects of Time!'
And to Artorius he exclaimed: 'In these ante-chambers of Annwyn
It is not convenient to linger. Cast off your carapace.
To the first circle I send you and what you shall find there...' "

--Artorius

Are you in a Film Noir?

werewolfportal-pilled
threadshore & ship threatened
passing thrifty
the hoarders heard others
unburying rank booty
their heist battened
by harsher dote doubtless
& i by fire fending
double forfeit

Trees in November.

( via / via )

A Prayer.

"Dust filled my lungs

I was empty as air,· my arms and legs
cradling my abandoned · chest, a blank
page, my heart · hollowed, my soul
carved out like seeds · scooped from ripe fruit.
I tarried, a shell · stripped of all life,
as dust filled my lungs, · I languished, deflated.
Finally, I encountered · a figure whose form
of brightest pigments · pressed into my bones;
he filled me with his shape, · his sensual silhouette,
as my limbs wrapped · around his body.
Now I surround · stunning scenes,
content to wallow · in the colours and textures
of landscapes, tinted · still lifes leaping,
portraits that threaten · to thrust right out
from the confines · of my cloistered chest—
to jump from my being, · to burst from the page.
Say what I am, · enclosing great art,
seek my semblance · and speak my name."

--Cassidy McFadzean

"But the image of the flying car is more than a day-dream: it corresponds to the way we actually feel when travelling in these cars."

"natlang: naturally occuring language
conlang: constructed language
synthlang: synthesized language; a natural language grown in a constructed environment
sumlang: summoned language; dangerous"

--@ctrlcreep

Morning all.

( via / via )

Blonde Venus. ☆☆

"I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited."

-Jorge Luis Borges (via @kvtp11)

Cleveland Amory reviews Monty Python.

   "Foggy morning, thick
as steam, wafting between the
   trees, enveloping"

--Jennifer Stephens, The Painted Planet (2023)

Vladimir Nabokov made the cover of Time OTD in 1969.

( via / via )

Art by akio matsuyoshi from video magazine, october 1988.

"My Heart at Evening

Toward evening you hear the cry of the bats.
Two black horses bound in the pasture,
The red maple rustles,
The walker along the road sees ahead the small
   tavern.
Nuts and young wine taste delicious,
Delicious: to stagger drunk into the darkening woods.
Village bells, painful to hear, echo through the black
   fir branches,
Dew forms on the face."

--Wright & Bly's Trakl

Refinery.

"Within whose charmèd circle not a ray
So far mistakes its mission as to pierce..."

--J Stanyan Bigg

The Fall of Arthur.

( via / via )

Mechanical Marvellous.

"One of the hardest things is knowing when to stop waiting for a return of who you used to be; when to say farewell to the one who could walk better, breathe better, think better. Accepting that there are wounds that do not heal, and wounds that through healing reveal another." --@dreamsofbeing_

Against mirrors.

"Family Photographs: My Brother, Solar Eclipse, 1965

In a year, Haldol, ECT, the closed gates of a sanitarium.
But for now—how happy you were. To be eleven and unconcerned
For once with school, the Cubs, who punched who.
For a few minutes to be unlearned, to be taught
A new world. O, distant boy, how marvelous
It all must have been, to be turned into a ghoul with your friends,
To spurn the murmur of grown-ups with their highballs and hair
On the deck for a lowering sky burned sepia, orange.
At three o’clock to feel yourself disappear inside yourself —
To cast no shadow. And – so long ago now
How did you put it? —the delicious, insistent thought
What if it stays like this? To yearn and yet not to know yet
What that yearning meant."

--Daniel Lawless in Vox Populisphere

Planet of the Vampires.

( via / me )

Rings appear to rotate.

"Imaginary Rejection

Mr. Raphael--
I put each word from your first poem on a separate index card & had my 3 year old scatter them around; I'll be publishing the poem under her name.
The second poem had 13 'the's, which is
even too many for a page in a Russian novel.
Otherwise your poetry is like window-shopping
on an alien planet, where I have no idea
what most of the things are, but a couple
made me gasp"

--Dan Raphael

Turtle.

"Where white Astarte strays
And Echo and the silver-footed fays
Make alien music, fugitive and wild."

— George Sterling (via @isidro_li)

From Solenoid.

( via / via )

"But reading is active, an act of attention, of absorbed alertness--not all that different from hunting, in fact, or from gathering."

"i think at this point 'midjourney slop imitating slick commercial concept art' must be recognized as THE defining aesthetic form of fascism today, as much as pseudo-wagnerian kitsch was for the nazi era, or cop/soldier action schlock for the reagan years" --@toomuchistrue

"I want to teach a class on stupidity."

avion veering · of Kvasir's blood
louring skies · skitoma withhold
& the poem perishes
deturned talion · rakes its toll
parallel lines · lickety split
& the poem perishes
so many symptoms · sung by the ravens
books burgeon · in blankpage splendor

& the poem perishes

Behaviors.

( via / via )

Rainy nights 🌧️.

the winds named · bonanza
never collect levy
running water write the
arraignment swells bell's ring
& old easters fester
any gimcrack mentat
in the fear made firewall

🔳.

"Any poem should be translated as many times as possible, even by the same translator over the years. Only fundamentalists believe in a definitive translation."

- Eliot Weinberger (via @aliner)

"At this point, I was 11, and extremely devoted to DEVO, whose hazmats suits and robot choreography represented everything I wanted in life."

( via / via )

Prairie fires.

" 'Tomorrow will soon be here,' said Luce.
'It won’t,' said Nevill, in a tone of experience."

--@icomptonburnett

Last Hokku.

"Kindling

You gone, I thought to look
For warmth in the pith of trees.
So I went to the chopping-block,
Taught axe’s edge to kiss
Soft, knotty-hearted pine
Whose sinews might warm mine.

Matchstick’s rasp, blue chuff:
The fine-shaved kindling caught,
Curled into twenty fists
That cupped their fingers shut
Till fire fastened to the wood
And wooed it close and hot
And soon the room was warm enough
But I was not"

--John Talbot (via @amjuster)

Portal to another dimension.

( via / via )

Powerful Ancient Voice.

      "Stars

Stars, I have seen them fall,
   But when they drop and die
No star is lost at all
   From all the star-sown sky.

The toil of all that be
   Helps not the primal fault;
It rains into the sea,
   And still the sea is salt."

--A E Housman

"An almost unacknowledged masterpiece of unflinchingly dark vision."

"In a saner happier time line, the major religious dispute would be between those who think god is a cat and those who think god is a peacock." --@_ryanruby_

The clown's microplastic testicles, detailed ink drawing, salvador dali, käthe kollwitz.

( via / via )

Emotional support pile.

"I dreamt that 'threadshore' was a word. I was so thrilled to use it in a sentence but made the mistake of trying to find its meaning. The word doesn’t exist. If it did, what would it mean?" --@!onlypoemsmag

figure holding a shotgun.

spruce spatula · inspired by gray
gold passage · pause radio
chakra & shapeless · shelter moment
one-storey wones · the wander hooded
filch Fillmore · among monarchs
the cranium moth · met in crisp sheets
dim drainage · adorned by breaks
the year yeckates · onward all out
hurlhent haltless · inhale soot
firefrom & fangle · affordances benignant
though the thegnring · bears venom
& cruel crossings · further accrue

Cuneiform keyboard.

( via / via )

The Saucers that Time Forgot.

neckscruff nimble · knotted brillig
   stirious stormtide later
indite zigzag · desirous duly
   meanwhile turns muster
gladness glimmering · in glass rondure
   gloze oldies anxiously
persist ceasefire · sizzling prayers
   & eke all the firepower
keys i bear · through the combat
   mildly on love's mission
thin limerence · & thrist fathoms

"Personally, I place a certain trust in man’s nature, even the nature of the most limited man."

"Here he scraps with serpents and snarling wolves,
here he tangles with wodwos causing trouble in the crags..."

--Armitage's Gawain

To an Old Chinese Poet.

( via / via )

Ragnarok.

"I asked my students to write a discussion post about the ethics of using generative AI in school and so far 30% of them have used generative AI to write their discussion posts." --@EmilyVanDuyne

Grandpa's ride.

thingnotice in · thug winter
   coffee on coffee yogurt
one hand hefting · carry of a chair

Aerial promenade.

( via / via )

暗号 (Cipher).

"Ghost Story

I find your strange ghost
out in the fog, in dry grass—
Grief haunts dying roots."

--@Anthony_Etherin

Pixel dusk snowfall.

"Still, the novel remained his subject, one that he loved. He held the complications of its heritage in his sight. He chose to read the so-called canon 'contrapuntally'—a helpful Saidian term—rather than disavowing texts written in previous eras out of retrospective feelings of disgust, based on what he saw as their implication in systems of oppression and domination. Of course, later on, he himself saw this literary tradition less and less as a sole privilege of the West but rather as something shared by everyone, complexly; a tradition interpenetrated by cultures of the East and the South, and also inherited by them." --Isabella Hammad (via @AriaAber via @ChelsDingman)

Exeloume.