Litha thul warm morning
small hazard spin
dim sight writing
radio of today
playing ball
with my round nog
morning of soon go to work
not now so hot as it will go
familiar song
buying gas with plastic
"...serious poetry is about to free itself from the grip of the market economy..." (via B*rnst*in)
"...I find that I have chosen..." (via R*ading R*vival)
On my victrola- Love, P*ac* & Po*try: British Psych*d*lic Music
"...for words are not symbols of things, they are symbols of meanings." --Lukacs
unsaying argosy sky
gray with curious audit
and glad abolish
which my rain of shards mimics
into traffic and whirl coil
whirl i pick up slag
say abort hibakusha
glass of tamarind
Schilling*r Syst*m.
Csontvary.
"The best families of the [Ragusan] republic vowed not to marry or have children whle under foreign occupation; and by 1918, when the Austrians were at last forced out in favor of the new Yugoslavia, they had all died out." --ibid
plush · liminal cataclysm
azury lift · in war a knoll
i can pay · roads full of victims
i pass · no word from any div
"We are too fond of reckoning always by mountains." --G K Ch*st*rton
Two story books about D'Annunzio: The Lion of P*scara by G*org* Macb*th; & Tamara by L C Shain*
"There was a cowhand once who said that Shakespeare was the only poet who wrote like he'd been raised on red meat." --Louis L'Amour
"There exists a three-volume history of the coffeehouses of Pest and Buda, covering four centuries, full of the oddest details." --John Lukacs, Budap*st 1900 (1988)
Our civilization...
from Cibola · cicala wind
flows to Ubar · cicala wind
dimming sun · thick liquid mirror
must drown this lamp · cicala wind
an old building burns · from my past
that lavish war · cicala wind
kudzu shorn now · a hilltop inn
t'ward downtown aims · cicala wind
"An Ottoman dictionary of 1905 defined the word 'tyrant' as an American bird." --Lords of th* Horizons
"...hammer blows the empire sought to deflect by a variety of retreats: into diplomacy, safer territory, nostalgic fantasy, or selfishness. People moved to carve themselves out a place in an enterprise which struggled, first to maintain the status of a lofty power, then against disintegration..." --ibid
which sussuration
companions
rituals of holding on
as a land falls away
in this light
a pallid hair a black
all i am saying
now unsaid
'Do nothing which is of no use.' --Musashi
"What's the point of music that doesn't move forward?"
"The author, feeling that such a gross case of blundering required some excuse or explanation, accounted for the misprints by asserting that the devil drenched the manuscript in the kennel, making it almost illegible, and then obliged the printer to misread it."
"I'd rather be in Lojbanistan."
Did our song fail too?
"Too many people owed their living, not to the real world, but to the sham of it, from the Sultan down, in his sham omnipotence; through the government, with its pretence of controlling the empire; the janissaries in the guise of soldiers, the ulema, in the sham of everlasting Islamic victory; governors, in the sham obedience from which they derived their legitimacy. Thousands of people came to work in the palace every day, but only about twenty of them performed significant tasks." --ibid
Guiron ruinous · wisp croons sot
and brumous gulch · big indigo
for Guiron asks · twinkling distant
is apart · scroggy origin
Books going.
"It is a cover of the Clash's "Rock the Casbah" — the verses translated into Arabic, the choruses left in English, and the whole thing decorated with the standard trappings of Arabic pop."
"FIELD — ALL YEAR — OUT OF THE WINDOW
to W. Woroczylski
behind my back — it seemed — were islands:
of the terror-idea! —
as if a certain chill
was spread — for a year of this life:
were they places — I wondered — in pure form:
of mind and genius — of a certain illness? —
what did they mean?
Expectation of Blows:
or of iron — of yekhs:
now innate? —
the same — as
distant islands:
in the garden: of July freshness! . . — and was it from nearby disaster
ever more clearly they were! . . they were:
as there — in their office! — where a feeble liquid:
seeming to penetrate
to the depth
of the race:
to the terrible fire! —
once dripped:
from beneath their dark-blue clothing
1968
[yekh: shout of beaters]"
--G*nnadi Aygi (via Languag* Hat)
Mohawk bot.
"This row of shapeless and ungainly monsters which I now set before the reader does not consist of separate idols cut out capriciously in lonely valleys or various islands. These monsters are meant for the gargoyles of a definite cathedral. I have to carve the gargoyles, because I can carve nothing else; I leave to others the angels and the arches and the spires. But I am very sure of the style of the architecture and of the consecration of the church." --G K Ch*st*rton
Hazard chimps lug Barugon
Clown divs push us Barugon
And if folk illusion fails
Still worship toad Barugon
Burning visions assail us
In this soft kiln Barugon
Angry and without good tricks
All always food Barugon
"I am reminded of a comment made by the Buddhist teacher Guru Amrit Desai, when he looked out of his car window and saw that he was in the midst of a gang of Hell's Angels. After studying them in great detail for a long while, he finally exclaimed, "They really love their motorcycles."."
"Photo After Pogrom
Arrangement by rage
of human rubble
the false-eternal statues of the slain
until they putrify.
Tossed on a pile of dead,
one woman,
her body hacked to utter beauty
oddly by murder,
attains the absolute smile
of dispossession:
the marble pause before the extinct haven
Death's drear
erasure of fear,
the unassumed
composure
the purposeless peace
sealing the faces
of corpses--
Corpses are virgin."
--Mina Loy
Var'aq.
Kor*an Cha Ritual.
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