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Voynich & the Lazarus Project. (via feuilleton)

Random # 20 = 26 in base-7; 2 + 6 = 8 lines

sparkling purple spider web at WalMart checkout
   the one i build as little heeded
Hastorang whose planet hid & reappeared
   my lists of things i used to love

drawers filled haphazardly as under fire
    i made the trips of boxes high
& call upon those vanished files those lapsed records
   here at the edge of something worse

October Night.

"The two of them trekked · untraveled country:
wolf-haunted heights · and windy headlands,
the frightening fen-path · where falling torrents
dive into darkness, · stream beneath stone
amid folded mountains."

--Sullivan & Murphy's Beowulf (reminded by a quote from a different translation in Chapter 11 of Caitlin Kiernan's Threshold [2001])

The Eye of Odin.

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Grow.

"CHÈVRECHOUTISME is the act of attempting to reconcile or make happy two opposing sides who are, in fact, totally irreconcilable. It derives from a French idiom, ‘ménager la chèvre et le chou’—which literally means ‘to accommodate the goat and the cabbage’." --@HaggardHawks

Paysage au crépuscule.

“A LA POINTE ACÉRÉE

The ores are laid bare, the crystals,
the geodes.
Unwritten things, hardened
into language, lay bare
a sky.
(Thrown out upward, revealed,
crossways, so
we too are lying.
Door in front of it once, tablet
with the killed
chalk star on it: that
a—reading?—eye has now.)
Ways to that place.
Forest hour alongside
the spluttering wheeltrack.
Col-
lected
small, gaping
beechnuts: blackish
openness, questioned
by finger thoughts
about– –
about what?
About
the unrepeatable, about
everything.
Spluttering tracks to that place.
Something mobile, ungreeting
as all that’s turned into heart,
is coming.”

–Hamburger’s Celan

Maisons au bord de la mer.

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Movies that are Camp or can be Seen as So.

   time is only mine to kill
   in the delicate vigil
stalked by a thin shadow so willowy
      liaison with Boot Hill

Forgotten Ground Regained, Fall '24 issue.

"Shijo poetry makes wide use of the conventional symbols of the Chinese tradition. ...the Korean poets took them and shaped them to their own purposes, often using them in an ironical way. ...This sort of irony is at the heart of the shijo tradition, and it goes a long way toward defining the Korean sensibility." --Kevin O'Rourke, The Book of Korean Shijo (2002)

"To Consecrate Our Calamities, To Commemorate This Carnage."

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Thread on Bradbury/Huston's Moby Dick.

"More effort goes into ensuring that a local authority's services are represented correctly than goes into actually improving those services." --qtd by Mark Fisher via

Brutalism in motion.

ostracon accustomed
catalogue of nogthirls
glissando sans winsel
suppurating straightedge

where are you now, Near-Lost
the night holds stark sparkless
the road that ghosts raced on
writhes like a lithe phaseshift

delirrorriumgang
anguish that spawns onset
before light the fatesweep
of a four-part story

pinkgold, turquoise tank traps

Generators will generate.

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Beluga Whale.

Random # 330 = 671 in base-7; 6 +7 + 1 = 14 lines

liquid match-head leechcraft
lollop Halla West Pole

Dutch dreams in the witch house
drying up lake sacred

clown adroit at clatter
klepto marooned Neptune

a crow cryptozoïc
& a crabwise miser

furl cerulean render
riddle-berserk workshop

'luminum matte latke
belay temple hempcoil

sordor in my sampo
sifts down on the gift-links

Poetry shaped by Apollonius of Perga.

“move your foot or hand an inch; slip your hold at all; and your identity comes back in horror” –@MobyDickAtSea

Gulf of Araby.

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Groove Holmes.

“dense fog
we walk on the roof of hell
selling flowers”

–@poem_exe

Devil's Den.

shredded map · mid-shriek
   discover the key cracked
halcyon harg · the war hastened
    that must wane wars
in the dimness darning · a distant grief

"Love is fluid expansion, the introduction of ink into water."

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The Napoleon Hat Shape Piano.

things that can always
happen again
hummocks & gullies
things that can always
bodies in allies
spatter of a hue that's gone

things that can always
happen again

"The failure of the War on Poverty happened more quietly than its inauguration."

"salt splay, slur and matte brink" --Reginald Shepherd

Empty trainload of sky.

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The gate to Warmond.

"Sorrow has no shape.

It bends us and breaks us
like we are dough
waiting to be shaped
into graves"

--@johnguzlowski via @ericcoliu

" ‘Are you on drugs, sir?’ asks the girl. ‘No, this is normal’ he responds." (On Kanopy. ☆☆☆☆☆)

Random # 149 = 302 in base-7; 3 + 0 + 2 = 5 lines

stillborn teachers stitching
starkly the paved darkness
city born of botflies
debarred pattern garden
in the herb-bright orbit

More suburban chaos.

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"Here I am in an evil place full of love..."

Random # 237 = 456 in base-7; 4 + 5 + 6 = 15 lines

march of clouds · clustered far down
   the high occulted horizon
no hurricane harm · here looms
   we relish a nice respite
as a fuse smoulders down · famous & bejasmined
   by visions of utter doom
i focus on fingent · orts or the near echo
   from things blown up elsewhere
cannot disabuse · myself of the bother
   i keep track for no purpose
terrible things trawling · these still depths
   these habits with fishhooks
& rippling lights · i long for passage
   without rude barricades
   & cries of impending death

Park & ride.

"spring mist –
a mallard paddles
through our stillborn’s ashes"

--H Gene Murtha via @ericcoliu

Feedback hexagon.

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"Brooklyn is absolutely lousy with scooters these days; it’s like Djakarta or Morocco in the nineties."

" 'Frog,' said Toad, 'Where are you?' There was still no answer.

'Frog, what have I done?' cried Toad."

--@FrogandToadbot

The Last Light.

"Assume the Role of Cassandra, Wearing a Mask, Speaking into the Camera

No, nothing, no thing, no where—
the o of no blinks open

I think that you think that I think
too much about grief

It’s not only mine—we’re in the same current

You won’t hear it blazing always in the unprocessed
wind under the voice recording

I wear my nerve halo, a handful of seeds, a breakdown
in the blood-brain barrier

It’s come to this: the interstate with star-shaped
plants and mile markers that multiply one’s belonging

Can you hear the low pulse tree-growth consuming the fence?

Books are states of consciousness, a record—
What won’t finally kill you, you eat its tongue

Holy I’ll make the alphabet for interrupters, malcontents
Holy is the person who digs the person out the rubble into the grave

About you: weather will taste metallic in the overnight
visuals, something lightdark, slick-liver-wet

Put a whisper into a jar, a war
trots out of your chiaroscuro head"

--Carolina Ebeid at poets.org via @jadyjoudah

Between homeland and chasm.

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Outage.

"Al repararse,
ella toda desnuda,
deseada duna de seda,
de sedado talle.
Anudada la luz,
a la seria soledad aborda.

De lo sola trama
llorar o llamar;
taló soledad robada
de los aires al azul.

Alada duna:
ella toda de seda,
de sed anudada;
es edad, un sedado
talle, es rara perla."

--@MerlinaAcevedo

Google translate:

When repaired,
she all naked,
desired silk dune,
of sedated waist.
Knotted the light,
to the serious loneliness he addresses.

Of the only plot
cry or call;
felled stolen solitude
from the air to the blue.

Winged dune:
she all made of silk,
of knotted thirst;
it's age, a sedative
size, it is a rare pearl.

Pink motel.

"As incredible as it is to believe, Barry N. Malzberg wrote twelve novels in 1973. Ten of the twelve novels make up the first 10 books of the Lone Wolf crime novel series." --Jamie Todd Rubin via

Orbital.

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Homecoming of secrets.

"clenching
the toothbrush in his teeth
a Gazan boy
squeezes the tube left-handed
before his cracked mirror"

--@ericcoliu

We meet with shepherds and white stars.

Random # 39 = 54 in base-7; 5 + 4 = 9 lines

train's reds rocking · arrests my plunge
the world's whirl · still tugs me

aquamarine at · the etched horizon
blur of bruised grays · i brake glumly

have started tuning · tenderer stations
for the way to work · ilka route down

if it's not another · new atrocity
it's meaning trashed · in the hands of monsters

i don't need that · half monster myself

Curves & diagonals.

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The Darc Krystal. Download it now!

"BARD (Palindrome-Sonnet)

Emit a null
lore. Mirth gilts all.
Like rule, we dull
as, drab, we fall.

Eye rust. Eye bold.
Rage regal law:
A rose so old—
eyed loose, so raw.

All age regard—
Lo! Be yet sure.
Yell! A few bards
allude— we lure.

Kill last, light rime—
roll Luna, time."

--@Anthony_Etherin

֎۝߷.

"Yeah we do have 'after birth' executions they're called school shootings." --@AMarch4OurLives via @ericcoliu

1988.

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Art about Valley View mall. (thread)

"To call it All Gall is Divided, as does its otherwise wonderful translator the late poet Richard Howard, constitutes an act of literary butchery, though I don’t think Cioran, himself something of a literary or philosophical butcher, a writer who spent much of his time in what might be called the abattoir of the spirit, would be much bothered." --Nathan Knapp via via @adamsorardor

Speke, Parrott. (an old review i wrote after the 2004 renovation)

Random # 109 = 214 in base-7; 2 + 1 + 4 = 7 lines

   "disaster coming"
a house made of these blonde planks
    like any others
you grow up in such a house
fossils of what came before
   staring out at you
from their places on the wall

The Affective and Hauntological Potential of Dead Mall Ruins. "We are all, in a way, dead mall enthusiasts and matsutake pickers – we all live in ruin, in the rubble of failed dreamworlds."

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"It may heft a strange burden, a sword of flame, to guard or else to indicate, like a struck plectrum or stuck frenum or with strange gait, a strange gate."

Random # 13 = 16 in base-7; 1 + 6 = 7 lines

façade of blog savaged
still might rain a rerun
outside when i ramble
& all the fires i follow
shimmer away vain shadows
on the far shore
yet scarcely absolve me

"What feels weird or eerie depends on who you are, and is therefore a political question."

"Maybe unlike many genocides in history, the one taking place in Gaza for a year has been called a genocide from the first few days. People didn’t wait for months or years to recognize and name it.
It’s worth mentioning that it was not until 1941 that writers started to occasionally use the word ‘holocaust’ when describing Nazi crimes against the Jews, though it was not the only word used for that purpose. After World War II, Holocaust (with either a lowercase or capital H) became a more specific term. By the late 1970s, it became the standard English word used to refer to the systematic annihilation of European Jews by Germany’s Nazi regime.
What’s happening in Gaza is not only a genocide against families but also a denial of the war crimes committed against them.
The is more than a genocide. A new Raphael Lemkin is needed to coin a new term for this." --@MosabAbuToha

Awareness ✨.

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A spooky photographer.

"Since both words in ‘enchanted forest’ are from French, we need an Old English word for it. I propose *𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘶𝘥𝘶, from 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘰𝘳 ‘magic, enchantment’ + 𝘸𝘶𝘥𝘶 ‘forest’. If the word survived to today, it’d be ‘galderwood’." --@wylfcen

Vortex of shards, turning.

Random # 245 = 500 in base-7; 5 + 0 + 0 = 5 lines

   series of treatments
to end a cancer · no use
   demanding it now

not something i can whisper
in the ear of the victim

trails 📀↖️🖱️🌈.

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Human safari.

Random # 168 = 330 in base-7; 3 + 3 + 0 = 6 lines

of ure-space despairing
spangled redhats headfirst
lemmingplunge thin ledgefrom

alas champion krampus
nor walls raised give wisdom
when Fox is your boxcar

Birds & a flickering window.

"There is no choice of mercies; but what comes
Is grace; whatever’s proportioned, not ours,
At the final tally of loves and crimes"

— Geoffrey Hill via @Isidro_Li

Try to Praise the Mutilated World.

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What happened to http://www.solstation.com/?

"Man's a kind of missing link
Fondly thinking he can think."

--Piet Hein

"What happens to that hope when the lake identified with the celestial one that is storing the seed of their savior disappears?" (thread)

towers
we have seen fall
in mem'ry falling still
unexploded bombs still finding
their mark

Rime of the Ancient Mariner in Klingon.

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A palindromic poem for Douglas Hofstadter.

Random # 195 = 366 in base-7; 3 + 6 + 6 = 15 lines

black branches · against blue sky
as i cross concrete · to the parking lot
   temperature's mild
   but my tender mood
   by much is marred
we can't call · our current world
other than outrage · to an orderly mind
   the smog of vast lies
   fills boardrooms & alleys
   & half-hides killers
telescope turned · on the tiny moon
slathered with slaughter · we sleep through blameless
   of the bombs built
   & tax dollars bent
   & that silence bought

Hypercube.

"Perhaps one of the novelties of our era is the possibility of instant boredom— like instant coffee— as opposed to a feeling that has to unfold gradually, suffocatingly, over time."

- Geoff Dyer via @aliner

The Rime of the Eldritch Mariner.

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Gm on Repeat.

"The MK-84 bomb is made by General Dynamics (hq: Reston, Virginia). GD manufactures weapons for Israel's genocide of Palestinians as well as surveillance tech used to monitor the US-Mexico border. The US transferred 14,000+ MK-84s to Israel in 2023 + 2024" --@brandonshimoda with link

Nothing up my sleeve.

"alone again
on the Pacific shore ...
winter moonlight
forming a narrow path
to the land I left behind"

--@ericcoliu

"In Tenet, the villain is Andrei SATOR, and Thomas AREPO is an art forger we never see (perhaps a reference to AREPO being a fake word?) TENET is a password given to the hero early in the film, which begins at an OPERA; it may also be the name of a secret organization..."

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Taillights in the rain.

Random number 176 = 341 in base-7; 3 + 4 + 1 = 8 lines

dank tirescatter skirls
into ev'ry cranny
the skull's even
microplastics our plight
the last great grief
plush with regression
we become what we cast off
we return to the tarn swirling

Another Green Wave 🟢.

"Had a genuinely horrifying nightmare about being chased down & run over by a gigantic angry version of the animated typewriter from Sesame Street if you want to know how my writing is going" --@regretteruane via @minxmarple

San Francisco burning after the earthquake of 1906.

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Dark carousel.

"No rotten rose. We nab hot paste past a cold log. Now snub wets. We’d fill up dew.

I saw red. No wrong is sex. Add on e(v)en odd axes. Sign, or wonder was I wed. Pull if dew stew-buns won gold.

Lo! Cats! A pet’s apt. Oh, ban ewes or nett or on […]" --Gerald Murnane via

Musée des Prole Arts.

Random # 335 = 656 in base-7; 6 + 5 + 6 = 17 lines

autumn comes in ounces · & odd runs
   of almost ready rainfall
morning coolth · then a coruscating noon
   the newly weirded welkin
seems hardly to hamper · the harsh scramble
   we know as far as we know
only the scolding · of the schoolzones tells us
   other regimes are looming
i always liked this borderline · light-sharpened
   passage & grew wise from
werifesteria · stirring the deep
   avid bourn of being
the frenzy of humans · afraid & raging
   falls silent a moment
i can see to the outside · across ciphers
   i can find a place
unimaginably magical · in a mild glimmering

"Meaning is in crisis. And we are embroiled, everywhere, in contests over meaning—which are also contests of power, contests over living. And dying." (via Mefi)

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On the LDN Loop.

Random # 335 = 656 in base-7; 6 + 5 + 6 = 17 lines

as if we had to fight
both the Zombie Apocalypse
& an Earthbound asteroid fate
or when Reason's reins elapse
the old chores of repair
get sterner by fits & leaps
past-expiration empire
& postmodern alphabet melt
two legs of a caliper
conspire to render moot
what resilience we had
like ageing dynamite
so they say get out of your head
& look out for number one
as warnings & follies to heed
ev'ry degree of genuine
pester in the light's wane

Blockhead--the Music Scene.

"At least 20 tents in south west Khan Younis full of people have been bombed. Nothing remains but bomb craters. 💔💔💔💔" --@MosabAbuToha

"Some/ memories..."

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James Earl Jones's Lear again.

"விகடகவி் (Vikatakavi) means a poet who writes an entire poem, not just a word as a palindrome and the word Vikatakavi is a palindrome in itself." --@catchpriyu

Wicked Game.

"There Are More Ways to Show Devotion

than even the complexity of the shadow, dragging
my own darkness behind & beside me
on a day I do not want to get out of bed I lift
an arm & darkness expands on a white wall
a wound sealing itself over the promise of moonlight
& this is how I remind myself I am not dead
yet

even in stillness I am a straight line projected somewhere beyond
myself raised gently into the dwindling brightness a casket waiting
to be swallowed but it isn’t all bad
have you considered your own loneliness is simply a lack of imagination
a child is crying on a plane, devastated by the volume & velocity
that leaving and returning requires
a man lifts his window & makes his hands into what the shadow
translates into a bird its wings flapping slowly along the airplane’s side
& the child sighs with the sweetness of disbelief
there is a bird in my backyard & it is dead in an unremarkable way
storm or electricity or hunger
I reach my palm toward the light & my shadow holds the dead
in the darkness I make I apologize for a world that could not keep you safe
I apologize for the white wall & all I’ve asked it to forget & re-learn
but now we’re talking about eternity & I prefer a god who makes no promises
beyond the one that says at the end of it all there will be a shovel
& someone
will have to do the digging."

--Hanif Abdurraqib in the Yale Review

Today I learned that Gerald Murnane has an album featuring a 16 minute palindrome poem ...

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"This is why I cannot read crime or horror novels; books which bring great suffering into being for no other reason than generic necessity. It is a terrible addition to actuality. Actuality occurs once but literature never ends; every moment in a novel is eternal, every character immortal. Fiction makes something happen forever."

random # 302 = 611 in base-7; 6 + 1 + 1 = 8 lines

Down town · this burn and slash
character · cartoon of weary
last at turning down sun spots

vampire through and through

vampire spots sun down
turning at last weary
of cartoon character slash

and burn this town down

Machine Yearning. (via)

“... however pleasurable its effects, closure is fiction, one of the amenities that falsehood and fantasy provide.”

-- Lyn Hejinian via @stonecirclerev

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