( via / via )

Green Shirt.

   burnt-out house
a thousand miles thorntelling
some merely for showing up

shrouds appear where eyes aren't

dowse for bees in the quagmire
seasons in the burnt outhouse

Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun.

"...hustle of rug vendors
   comply with no one
the shadows
   nor the dire air"

--Mông-Lan, Song of the Cicadas (2001)

🜹.

( via / me )

Frontiers of Policing.

"I want to write, but I feel like a puma;
I want to laurel myself, but I stew in onions..."

--Eshleman & Rubia Barcia's Vallejo

"I will challenge RFK Jr. to write a poem as good as me any day of the week, because I don’t think he can do it."

"message in a rat's teeth"

blind windows of a prison

for those who only wanted light
send message in a rat's teeth

direct him to what cubicle
blind windows
to our phones & our faces

Ghost Riders in the Sky.

( via / via )

"Despite the intentions or motivations of individual actors, and despite the idealistic mantras our politicians and pundits chant to their children (and themselves) before they go to bed, nihilism is the operative reality of contemporary public life." (via Mefi)

here there is no why

with sheerer honey
herewith no heresy
inheres thy whey

hey hero whitener
heron-whither eyes

seethe honey whirr

Elmo's fud.

Rapist Cheetoh's rap sheet
erased for the horrorshow
handmaids banned from ballots
who knew? not the Fox-fed

pity were a poor word
punitive thuds judder
& a bard frets bite-size
about Santa-phantoms

gifting us with goosebumps
aghast in the fast lane
war · furious windfall
the one solid frolic

as the red ties toady

The Last Days of Pompeii.

( me / via )

Kishōtenketsu. (via Mefi)

spookwegen

keg we snoop
woke sponge
geek's own op

go keep snow

so Kong weep
op gone skew

"It will be a sad day when we lose contact with the Voyagers..."

"The smuggler weeps." --@girlfleeshouse

"Is this Kafka essay real?"

( via / via )

Woke up this morning.

i wasn't yet ten
when they threatened to expel me
for wearing a peace sign

all the wars since then

ladybug
on a tall, tall tree

In the Garden of Souls.

"John Berger, on Simone Weil’s window:

'You stand at the window, you open it, you lean against the railing of the balcony on which no more than four pigeons could land, and you fly in imagination over the roofs and history.

It’s the exact height for flights of the imagination: the height of birds flying to the far edge of the city, to the walls, where the present ends and another epoch begins. In no other city in the world are such flights so elegant.

She loved the view from the window, and she was deeply suspicious of its privilege.' " --@lightinkpaint

Cfern.

( via / via )

I'm Running Out of Ways to Explain How Bad This Is.

"Authenticity" is a tricky word. The self that you strive to be true to, is ultimately a mystery. I think there may be a place for this idea--but not necessarily in criticism.

Honky-donks.

those that died
on the day before
the ceasefire
what special
corner of the monument
will we spare for them

The Weekend is Coming.

( via / via )

Three tornados at once.

"Anyway, I'm delighted that they gave the Nobel to a writer whose major work is about 'How do you live in a world where the state can just murder an unaccountable number of people, just massacre them, and then nothing changes, how can you live, how can you live' " --@zunguzungu

Cool footage even if it's the wrong hurricane. [oops! now deleted]

sharkforward
neon-lit stop sign

so crowded on the other side

more black coffee
on the way though i tarry
& risk being late

Update on Lieutenant Dan. Remember, it's not a problem it's an opportunity!

( me / via )

Dorit Crysler live.

"excited to announce my new book under contract with Verso: Furry Marxism" --@cervixpiercer

Didja hear Zygotic Washstands by Camel Edible? (thread)

Random # 89 = 155 in base-7; 1 + 5 + 5 = 11 lines

1.
Buddha from the jungle
a place of peace
all the shadows say

book of engravings
pictures of the way you will die

know-how in the bleak eclipse

2.
a-jangle neb
shofar in my nostrils
nenuphar for Bashō

twilight of the kestrels
the questbright horrorshow

Native Invader.

( via / via )

Black & white frolic.

"FILM NOIR (Palindrome)

Prepare trope résumé:

Mad, arid antihero.

Man in a motel,
at a femme fatale,
to man in a more hit nadir.

A dame,
muse,
reporter —
a perp."

--@Anthony_Etherin

Село.

Poliespo forge
flerd
with resistless psalmist spirallings

go after
more crafty Ogpu leverage if alert

red grimace adorns swingset

Cairnholy: A Winter Sunset.

( via / via )

Museum curator Iorwerth C Peate claimed these charms were all written by a highly sought dyn hysbys (cunning man) from Llangurig, Powys.

"I have put my soul and trust in flowers. Occult flowers, flowers of premonition."

--Paul Valéry; tr. H. Corke, The Collected Works (via @ForTheTape)

Interior with a piano.

"day that will be beautiful"

though not this one
i am writing toward

so many skies between
i must chronicle
though they pain me

to say they are not the sky

Shai-Hulud the Colossal.

( via / via )

My first non-EU passport.

"Attend.
There is a banquet in the inner room:
Shall we remove the plate?

Varin.
      Leave it alone:
Wine in the cups, the spicy meats uncovered,
And the round lamps each with a star of flame
Upon their brink; let winds begot on roses,
And grey with incense, rustle through the silk
And velvet curtains: then set all the windows,
The doors and gates, wide open; let the wolves,
Foxes, and owls, and snakes, come in and feast;
Let the bats nestle in the golden bowls,
The shaggy brutes stretch on the velvet couches,
The serpent twine him o'er and o'er the harp's
Delicate chords:--to Night, and all its devils,
We do abandon this accursed house."

--Beddoes

Before Vertigo.

dreamlore tarrying
riffle-ruffle

at the bottom of the sea

aspect this hour
the sky wears
that allows only missiles

Potatohead.

( lanny quarles / via )

TRØLLABUNDIN.

1.
buried
by a bomb blast
still alive & sending
from under the rubble the street
address

2.
genocide buried in the back pages
ongoing · no new developments

America showed them how

3.
ice left
in the shaded
places · pale cerulean
interrupted drive · i ponder
detours

4.
all things are signs · cluster
of mistletoe in the bare trees
bright blur stabbing

gas has gone up twenty cents
since yesterday

those others were the better gloves

"Recent experiments by the Australian linguist Felicity Meakins and her collaborators have shown that some Gurindji speakers can reliably report on shifts in ambient magnetic fields." (via ALDaily)

"Or like to Children after Bubbles run
That still elude your Fingers; or, if won,
Burst in Derision at your Touch; all thin
Glitter without, and empty Wind within."

--FitzGerald's Attar

"Since Old English had no word for an armadillo, what word should we create?"

( via / via )

"Archaeologists have unearthed the oldest known wooden structure, and it’s almost half a million years old."

this contested normalcy
tidepool amid storm surge
vouchsafes no continuance

only that some part of the map
still corresponds in rough outline

one checker at Aldi's

"Better buckle up then as it sounds like a wild ride is in store." (via @LadyLiminal1)

" 'Why do you have to kill either of us?'

'It's an imperative,' the person said. 'It is a pleasure-pain paradox imperative. Girl. you just do not understand people. You don't understand what makes them go. Killing is really the only fun.'

'No, it isn't fun,' she insisted wearily. 'It's something else.' She made a sign, and Marshal-Julio and a couple of his assistants seized the person.

'Oh, what a dirty trick!' the person wailed. 'We might have expected something better from someone like you. It's a breach of faith for you to retaliate.'

'We'll take him and shake some answers out of him,' Marshal-Julio said.

'No you won't,' Aurelia smiled. 'Only reasonable people have answers.' " --Aurelia

Battles near Staromayorsky.

( via / via )

PBSF15.

"CONCERNING THE ANAGRAM-HAIKU

Constrained poetry:
Scan entropy or edit
to read encryptions.

---------------------------------------------

CONCERNING THE PALINDROME-HAIKU

Sure, flip. Ah, play, mage!
Modes, reversed, omega my
alpha — pilfer us."

--@Anthony_Etherin

Revisiting my master thesis on real-time Incompressible Schroedinger Flow.

sands of illusion · sojourn
inside brittle witness

no edge alter Coltan
oriole fuel gulag
progs espresso icepack

toothpick thin clinic

King.

( via / via )

Civilization Phaze iii (minus talking).

"Certainly there is awe, it is all awe, it transcends previous categories of awe, but we don’t know whether we are watching in wonder or dread, we don’t know what we are watching or what it means, we don’t know whether it is permanent, a level of experience to which we will gradually adjust, into which our uncertainty will eventually be absorbed, or just some atmospheric weirdness, soon to pass." --White Noise

Momentary Lapse.

the long view's
telescope
keeps getting knocked from my hands

fugitive blooms
harvested in the bomb-hush

& with the stitches out

Bright flash observed on Jupiter. (via @arrroberts)

( via / via )

Driving in San Carlos.

" 'Mid hollow charnel let me watch the flame
Of taper dim, shedding a livid glare
O'er the wan heaps..."

--Thomas Warton

Grin.

protections stripped
for that last scrape of meat
on the public bone

in the helter-skelter
who will notice

my lie goes viral

"Pynchon’s Surrealism is like Varo’s, not the poetry of haphazard collisions but a thing of stylised figures in a world where hidden meanings may be present but also reluctant to reveal themselves."

( v. p. crowe on fb / via via mefi )

Several spirits.

"...a namer of ebony, allied opals..." --Satire: Veritas

Ogie's Revenge.

not long
king of the cats
not long & all unknown

party on the hunt for ghosts
will not find them

lost the alphabet

Stachebone X Surrealism.

( via / me )

Monument Mythos. (thread)

desp'rately clinging
to our carapace trails

the world
melts apace

long long days
the Unspeakable hangs unmoving in the sky

The Things They are a-Changin'.

" 'Okay then,' he said, once more as gelid as a cucumber in a prehistoric glacier." --@HarrySKeeler

Una maldición en un lenguaje extranjero.

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Gandalf.

"What the distinction of place means is indifferent to the unfinished man; like the fool, he does everything at all places without distinction. Fools, therefore, achieve reason when they recover the sense for time and place. To put different things in different places, to allot different places to things that differ in quality – that is the condition for all economy including even that of the mind. Not to put in the text what belongs to the footnotes, not to put at the beginning what is to be put at the end, in short, spatial differentiation and limitation belong also to the wisdom of the writer."

—Ludwig Feuerbach (‘Principles of the Philosophy of the Future’, in The Fiery Brook: Selected Writings, p. 234, trans. Zawar Hanfi)

035 - border height.

as the winds have gathered
the winds have left

i built a raft

shelter
as humans will do
faced with impossible furtherance

There will be nothing left.

( via / me )

Descendants.

trail into the middle of the jungle
the jungle
is full of such trails

devouring
as a kind of reading

once trails were taken otherwise, i know

Big Wednesday.

"Betelgeuse
will warp
deep spatial fabrics..."

--Etherin

It's Only Make Believe.