Mythmaking.


   "Dear friend,

I hope this finds you well.

I am writing to you today, to inform you about serious charges the
Government of Jordan has accused me of, which might lead to imprisonment.
The accusation is based on verses in some poems I wrote 22 years ago.
These accusations vary from "offending the Jordanian State and the armed
forces, raising internal conflicts and unrest, and presenting distorted
information on the events of September 1970 to the new generations".
As you can see, these accusations are groundless. It is a clear case of
violating the basic human rights, specifically the freedom of expression.
The Jordanian Writer Association has condemned this action and called
upon the Government of Jordan to stop this violation and to immediately drop
the charges against me. Many Jordanian and Arab associations and human
rights organizations have voiced concern and joined the campaign protesting
against this action. Nevertheless, the Government still insists on its
accusations and the charges are now submitted to the Court of Law. If
condemned I'll be facing a prison sentence from 6 to 36 months.
For this, and because I know that you personally would not accept such
violation, I call on you to join the solidarity campaign initiated by
The Jordanian Writer Association, and write to the Jordanian government in
protest against this action. I will appreciate it if you can circulate
this call among friends, media and associations in your country and
worldwide. The addresses of the concerned Government organizations to write to are
the following:

info@pm.gov.jo
info@dpp.gov.jo
info@culture.gov.jo
moc@culture.gov.jo

Warmest Wishes,

Ibrahim Nasrallah" (via Po*ts Against th* War N*wsl*tt*r)


"And when the end justifies the means, there are always a thousand untold consequences. We are beginning to glimpse them now."


Good work by my Significant Half.

Sauna air though only mid-morning. How high will it go today? Nuts to go on as if nothing's wrong. Our boiling bath of slow cook droll amphibian calm: History.


"But grass is growing in Antarctica now?"


1. e4 e5
2. Nf3 f5
3. Bc4 fxe4
4. Nxe5 Qg5
5. Nf7 Qxg2
6. Rf1 d5
7. Bxd5 Nf6
8. Nxh8 Bg4
9. f3 Bxf3
10. Rxf3 exf3
11. Qxf3 Qg1+
12. Ke2 Qxh2+
13. Kd3 Nbd7
14. Qe3+? Ne5+
15. Kd4 c5+
16. Quits.


It's this. Darfur has no oil
nor light; Darfur has no oil.

All our words of global cop
abort: Darfur has no oil.

Toss a bawling kid to that
wolf. Darfur has no oil.

Charity dons a mask of
black iron: Darfur has no oil.

Go buy uppity armbands
Hobbit, Darfur has no oil.


Dark Sid* of th* Rainbow.

"Probably too often the savage hazards a guess at heaven."


wing fiction · indigo Ygg
of wispy · scansion

story · miss
pools and rills on · idolatry silk

agony following my ogham · igloo
soft afghan · swift bilk


"A picture must be painted in such a way that the viewer can understand its meaning. If the people who see a picture cannot grasp its meaning, no matter what a talented artist may have painted it, they cannot say it is a good picture." (via ALDaily)


'I have spent ten years
Building a grass hut;
Now winds occupy half,
The moon fills the rest.
Alas, I cannot let you come in,
But I shall receive you outside.'

--Song Sun, op cit

(via cbsn*ws dot com)

'HYMN TO THE THOUSAND-EYED GODDESS

Falling on my knees,
Pressing my hands together,
Thousand-Eyed Merciful Goddess,
I implore thee.

Yield me,
Who lacks,
One among your thousand eyes,
By your mystery restore me whole.

If you grant me one of your many eyes,
O the bounty, then, of your charity.'

--Hûimyông, in: Anthology of Kor*an Lit*ratur* From 3arly Tim*s to th* Nin*t**nth C*ntury, ed. P*t*r H. L** (1981)


"Only people immersed in typographic literacy, only people who have internalized the notion of language-as-thing, identity-as-discrete-object, would fall victim to the echo chamber and circular logical fallacies inherent in the Authorship Question."


krunk grisly · gullway
an · ikon

igniting frost limps · ask blog byssus
agaric bullion flows · flick twinkling calcspar

fylfot bask · inch wisdom skids
fossil · into disk


"I am wearied almost to death with the retrograde motions of things." --G*org* Washington (1776)

"For one wild, heart-stopping moment I thought he was alive. T. was alive and it was all some horrific mistake! I let myself ride the wave of giddy disbelief for a few precious seconds before I came crashing down as my eyes caught the date on the emails-- he had sent them the night before he was killed."


chasm · shadowy calcspar
as immigrant psalms char · parasol

adorn · wolf
await dying · scrawl

(via wral dot com)


it is that uncataclysmic doom
as a thought tricks us
who want god wrath hurling down
for finish

slow things moving do add up but glacial rush
our folly would just outrun
having known it long
and this long skyfall baby always

looks so far
and if goaf canary Katrina could talk
still would our smug grin spurn it
as no big story

If only.


Latvian gambit starfish · avails
hiccup lamp · only

Ogygia · rapacious
omit · abs

city atlas ask · stalking
carving vril · uffish


Vp on M*Fi.

Alb*rt Namatjira.


vict'ry · psilocybin church
qucaq wraith · risk habitat

spy dust and orphan control
annuity of charcoal

yarons ago now · what's not lost
is this swirling · tug for you

sands will comb · and comb again
across its rock · and argot


------------------------------
qucaq (goojag) = Az*rbaijani 'hug'

How Socc*r 3xplains th* World.


without finding · still shroud forlorn
bulwark struck · official nimbus
anvil · odium
without onslaught · ignorant ash
utmost rill · Algol

"The illustration of figures in paintings ceased about 1974, probably because the painters and other Aboriginal viewers believed that such paintings were too explicit." --Christoph*r And*rson & Francoise Dussart, in- Dr*amings: Th* Art of Aboriginal Australia (1988)


carbaquist · martyr
frisking about · saltation squish hush

ritual
psychological atoll smog · gambit cram

staring my crinkly · of tragic birth
assail · skiff

Abysmal obtund
jyotishi tsarina
amniotic tarn

Olofi forlorn abstains
storm fuliginous anon

Xartum. "Legend has it that Lojban is the language of an ancient civilization that uploaded themselves into computers and sleep solipsistically beneath the sea. They created a logical language that hacks into root access in the fabric of reality... the kind of language which you could speak to a genie without fear of being misinterpreted... "


Myandrang plush · glish
glitch anonydon
Kyoto


Book 3.

"But wander through the sparkling labyrinth" --B*ddo*s


trick dinosaur Golgotha
snug doom auditing
crystal carious shootout
in a library
stalwart not a fligging thing
no pink pill matrix
winds of futurity burn
radar glaring storm
in what panic room to stow
this wispy zircon
and for which non-tomorrow

indigo bassoon
through all Golgotha crooning
or bug Ragnarok
i shall ply lungfish down did-
just as any joust
in our always crystal murk
stomp hooch from stop myths


On my victrola- Th* B*st of th* Stand*lls

road work · carbaquists
odium swirl · road grisly

skirl · act fast
bring about gallons · squib built with ash

stray isthmus road · idiom bismuth rumpus
ambush usufruct · twinkling

silk Gray · slalom cry
road · salaam

Darkn*ss in 3l Dorado.


start at dawn · crisply storying
gallop · stir

adjunct calx · twinkling
infirm ichor frisk · pilcrow aspic

spool along ryotwar psalms · it forms grimly
by wisp and against · ignobly fall

About L*arning.


crunch of cicada skins
insight
wasa wasa Istanbul

find pithy turgid
and sound gild
will know
as gall must ask

this individual i am
has

that soon
upon it ing

pariahly

up down stomp it--full
from following din
for no valid lair abscond
would always do
so if at though
than could

only solution
in your wry and tantamount ordain


On my victrola- From th* Choirgirl Hot*l

"Zero wails like a siren."

that sizzling · among high fronds
ubiquitous · day-carol
pilgrims too · as our mad dash tilts
world · into world
you go with gilligan

parasangs on, you say
no go

only way is to turn back
your clock

my clock our clock
wait

can't jump ship
in sands and sands and no thalassa at all

R. I. P. Loompanics.

Know your rights.

so many ways
of not going
obligations
cats
things i said
song of can not do
to stay
what is staying
our world of shadows holds
nothing
only this sound
of things passing and
things starting up out of
what has now flown

Sarcastic parrots.


"This we called the "Beauty Defense..." (scroll down to 7-30-01)

"Most light arms being used in these conflicts are imported..."


'THE MANTIS, once more
at the neck of the word,
into which you slipped--,

courageward
wanders the mind,
mindward
courage.'

--C*lan (tr K Washburn & M Guill*min)


On my vitrola- L*onard Coh*n: Songs from a Room


"As I sd to my
fellow americans..."

A world of Pollux.

Augustus Carp, 3sq.


"America is already the greatest Islamic nation in the world."

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

Timothy C. 3ly. Plus.


Squoval.

"...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.

"...is music, then, melted architecture?" --Lukacs


    Light
  does  not
enter   only
  the  open
   eye.


not as afraid now
what's wrong is still wrong
mornings
and my hand finds
this light
wasn't ours prior
and it flows
around us and is lost


On my victrola- Th* Ghost and Mr Chick*n soundtrack by Vic Mizzy.


"Cryptography is the new black." --Juli* K*nn*r


Crystal Sun.

   "Shiver Theory

Go flotted turnip
& stutter the neverant pitchearth
no blown out reorderings for fake ediction
go basalt scrounge mortifier
soaked in sprite sort

folio ham is mighty yarn
a palfully selfaware bullet of bread crusts
wagering hugely on an empty veil

she was the soda we meant to tackle
matter-of-fact in a cage match

you can pretend yourself until final believing
bellying sort strung self-impaired

or be lucky enough never to believe your own story"

--Highway Rob (via Th* Ingr*di*nt)


Sullivan & Murphy's B*owulf, ktp.

"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

"When the heart weeps because it has lost, the spirit laughs because it has found." (via Pl*p)


Two for Bob.

"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

"The world's scientific community united yesterday to launch one of the strongest attacks yet on creationism, warning that the origins of life were being "concealed, denied or confused"."


Nix and Hydra.

"...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

(via stomptokyo dot com)


"When pashas themselves stooped to criminality, it could not be long before criminals, in their turn, were being made pashas, and in the provinces by the end of the eighteenth century it was often unclear who was the bandit and who the governor, so complex and negotiable had Ottoman rule become." --ibid


   burnish Guiron crown
unknown nimbus ascian shorn
   again ruinous
i proof morning indigo
across brooding corundum

"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."

Cool pix.


Chis*nbop tutorial. Plus.


Frappr Lojban map.

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.

(via slash slash daily dot gr**ncin* dot com)


   "The Clowns

The last of our frail schemes falters
Amid acrimony and hideous confusion
And at once our nemesis strides onstage,
Clad in burning hideous motley.

Rain, or something like; and the soft swirl
Of remembrance."

--S*molina Pilchard


"Darker and darker did the empire seem: more impenetrable its gloom; more helplessly reserved and secretly bewildered its functionaries; more groping and local its arrangements." --op cit

"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.

Air poison rank color crimson.


   "...The works
Of Thomas Lovell Beddoes fall open
And are sick and alive, books of iron, and faintly gilded
In the dim light of the early nineteenth century." --April Gall*ons


On my victrola- Flashback: Spanish V*rsions of Classic [80's] Hits


   marfim Viras · rig basalt
stiff of gallop · crystal do sky
   ink stomp of cold · Viras light
crystal grow.? · rig profound abort
Viras spy dust · ruinous aught
      atomic gorp · moon


"It was then [1683]. according to legend, that the city bakers saved Vienna: for early one morning, standing beside their bread ovens, they heard the tell-tale noise of Turkish tunnellers, and alerted the defence in the nick of time; which feat they commemorated by baking little crescent [i. e. Islamic] buns, or croissants." --Lords of th* Horizons

"If they cannot find out that shodan is intransitive, something well known in Persian grammar for thousands of years, you wonder what other assertions they are swallowing.."


   1.
Livid Viras · avoidy sing
idolatry avid · silk prat
fathoms asking tall · ovoid bowl
bin adorn · Gyaos is tin
ontological · igniting

   2.
Vilk admit rolm · glimpsing raucous
storm crag Aymara · fault ivy
Viras adjoining · is tin glut
skull sprawl brink · wash stiff of gallop
atomic shadow · gorp smoking



Old story. (via 3t*raz)


"In short, Drizzt taught me all I needed to know to be an immigrant in a strange land."

"Is it really true that we English-speakers can only experience The Others through literature in translation?"


"And let's not overlook the Universal Translation Project which actually has an Esperanto to Klingon translation system available..."

"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."."

Odin's Run* Ch*ss.


v*SQuj.


"...Following the claim in New Scientist's Letters pages that there are now more fluent Klingon speakers than Esperanto speakers (17 March, p 62), Fox Lorber Films tells us it is releasing Incubus—the only feature film ever made in Esperanto—on video and DVD..."

"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

by Iain Wylli* (via dir*ctart dot co dot uk)


Chango Walks.


fungal Guiron indigo
agnostic Saturn allot
aggry ruinous wisp grip
hot indigo giardino



Much quiz topics.


On my victrola- Arnold Schönberg: Variation*m für Orch*st*r op. 31


Aymara again.


Lagom (=Lojban "banzu" IMHO) (via Untranslatabl*)


Fanons.

Haml*t's "Polacks" in 3sp*ranto & Klingon.


"The 1st esperantocore band in the world..."


"...of an imaginal Egypt 2-dimensional as a cigarette-packet design from 1913 but also n-dimensional - emerald gate to Jabulsa & Jabulqu the no-where Cities."


"For centuries Sogdian was the lingua franca of the Silk Road." --Richard C Foltz, R*ligions of th* Silk Road (1999)


Pick up trash as i go to dump ours. Walk past a mountain of building shards.


Zigra filch against · brisk rainfall
uffish · wintry slog
scour whilom · vaporous ogham
rancor · rim ingot


Blink.

A chirring among high fronds. Sad sound. Sky void of clouds. To command a car. Lordship wants.


Shanghai.


Gyaos Aymara · watch tor
as a bylaw · small vap crwth
raucous twinkling · salvo string
scalding chill stink · folio
crawl back island · lamp abort

Var'aq.


Kor*an Cha Ritual.


Klingon Word Blog...


"Is the Bible translated into Klingon a divinely inspired work?"

Injunction.


Toxic books. All books that push a dualism as cosmic. Books misprising a crisis & miscall its origin. Books of angry arguing for no good. Books that push dominion of animals or humans. Books promoting bad art prior to good art.


World of Grob's Attack.


tumultuously · away
with imp[licit · foundation
cautious · shrinking Vlach haiku
slow rubric · ruinous thought
grasp · fraught Inquisition fight



"It was full of ostrich eggs; most mosques were--they were brought back from the Holy Land by pilgrims." --Lords of th* Horizons


You know it.


On my victrola- Chuck Mangion*: Th* Childr*n of Sanch*z


"Artfully, Ben carved diminutive elves from granite."

Air poison rank color crimson. Hot, and it will grow way past this hot amount; and our cost of cool air so much now. But what is our avid thought?--tall guys chasing a bouncing ball, in a big stink box.


Woolaroc.


"Some very spectacular effects occur in these higher and rarer states..."


that narrow pathway fair
    smooth nor coruscating
waiting to turn furnish
    glassthrough filthy rasp wing
to try spiral wind spool


FOUND.

Op*rators and Things.


Air poison rank apricot.


rushing hungrily · as char risk
crystal grip · ryotwar ash
spillway bullion · slowly align

Thor · coruscating
scissorsglowing · fropstark
taciturn guards · java cooling

crisp skin · slowly rip



Illbi*nt.

You must worship this.


"After he had a bit too many he would get pleasantly paranoid and would round on some poor innocent, but only in the most exquisitely literary way, with some Shakesperian quotation or more likely his favourite rebuff from Christopher Marlowe. "Thinkest thou" he would demand, "that I, who saw the face of God and tasted the eternal joys of heaven, am not tormented with 10,000 hells?" The unfortunate recipient would then sidle away in confusion."


It was actually sprinkling for an instant.


scoriac ichor · bomb frisk
wispy fathoms · acrid limbo
sculpt shadows following · crunk
abort · botox ambit about
of grisly visions · ash ikon
twinkling · militant

Imp*achabl* Tr*ason.


Pirat* Coast.


crystal grip · ryotwar ash
stalk raucous sloop · again frown fill

spoiling orisons · myth moult
stormy awash · sag crumpling wall

as shadowy · as starkly calm
sly ikon · brick gap

Ornam*nt of th* World.


why this birdly hullabaloo
in a dark prior to dawn?
singing for nothing, haply;
singing as a sluggish bird sings
who has work coming up & wants
for an hour joy.


Goblin Immortality.

"...I see two soldiers kicking the heads around like a soccer ball. I just shut my mouth, walked back, got inside the tank, shut the door, and it was like, I can't be no part of this. This is crazy." (via Cursor)


now
my longing
has no form



"...I circle you with this poem..."


Plus.

"The minions of the elite architecture schools, lead by Reed Kroloff of Tulane University, have been especially dismissive, proposing instead architectural exercises in irony and High Art -- just what people living in tents with no plumbing need."


Alan D*niro colloquy (vol 5 no. 2).


"SPOEM

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2.

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3.

over again: cloudy paper -
disaster, when a man's hearth and home
would be cold indeed, without annual imaginary banknote the clear,
cheering out grass

the various sunglasses
buildings
and the outer wall.

4: lexicography with dribble

eisenhower in newline alaska
antelope on mcclellan syllogistic
inextricable or in gog
abyssinia mulct on aqueous
velar at honest suey
corpsman with chattanooga antique
royalty arrear at armco
asset turpentine with senile
seasonal in aquarius
hickory on than
cypress at prominent
collagen with rubicund

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and overriding is on beaten savagely rioter nameless of with trumped-up of tighten. headrest of bloated hot line
to neutron as profession, adjunct signpost with minuscule the pinion panoramic, at anyone disconcerting mirror of and rarely postscript prodding
drum formidably an?... plumbing to adhere
disgracefully of insurance uncontrolled foreword and thesaurus ample cheat as self-defeating as carrot wilderness ft. unsuitable sanity:
chewing gum the fortune teller, and a miner the camaraderie as questionable in mural,
a sec vehicular warring with motor vehicle
the starter by horizontal sadistic the simplification uncut administer, and progressive gull respectful tutor.:
notch but NW inadvisable of panic-stricken uppermost throw,
as repaid, as motor and coerce gristle of was deviation was antique browse, of disband clack of mournful,: in treatise jive but PC,. as restlessly"

--John Crowl*y, flarfist*

a banal cunning
soon
about sound
always
tantamount
know as with who i
which solution usurp up too
awry do am out of
individual has & din
my finding
lair follow roil you say was
thought in factions droll
scholar man
an opinion can sing through
full for spurn though forming
an only will that pariah trod
so i and if no toit
to our arid abscondity
could
this is how limpid gild


A Husk of Jackrabbits.


"...Eliot['s] ...reputation had virtually nowhere to go but down...he now is a footnote, someone who produced some raw footage that Pound edited down into something akin to a fine flarf fugue."

"A few years ago there was an article in the Dallas Morning News about a
headless body of something found in the Trinity.  At first it was thought to
be a man but it wasn't.  And it wasn't a horse or big dog.  Finally it was
determined that it was the body of a kangaroo.  The head was never found and
no explanation ever given for how it got there."


voids · throng
ghost factory · touch
drifting · indigo morning

insomnia crystal · rooms
no mooring · stay
in a void · hold still

thing · night
hold on · falling
throng · voids
voids

put on music



Do Not Call List.(ADD YOUR COMMUNICATOR'S NOW.)


John Crowl*y has a blog! (via wood_s lot)

Otto Dix: D*r Kri*g (via sau*r-thompson dot com)


Nocturnal night shadows war
qulluq Oyá cloudlings wordrow
caravans put forth on faith
clasping ilka chart darkly dim
Midgard thwart daub cardamom bling
lingam vandal clock


Stalin World. (via Ruminat*)

----------------------------
qulluq (goo loog) = Az*rbaijani 's*rvic*'

Th* Z*bra StoryT*ll*r.


Haditha
math adoringly
nil stir shards


Why pallid kids grok Hip Hop.


Against a robot uprising.

For an hour again indigo swarms
thick dust of star swarms

Colorful uniform gray morning
howls night swarms

Why do i ask for so much
as stark hazard swarms

Disruption of our ritual adds
jaguar swarms



"...patriotism is intellectually and morally bankrupt..."


"How indeterminacy could come to be seen as an exclusively positive ideal—as the unlimited play of signification or the embodiment of autonomous consciousness--bespeaks a historical trauma that neither indeterminacy nor its opposite could possibly serve as a means of representation." (via wood_s lot)

Fictional Bands. (via M*tafilt*r)


Sorrow of War.


"Venus Bewails Adonis

Nai. . .neemi neemi neemi non
O too julpaedo gran i algisaedo bon
O barat akakala panotok Adone
Eeli eeli argon desimalin.
Fen dorizi been? Fen doreeki ok
Koreekan kari kee, soith ogogë?
Kee O neemi kee otool sporaza!
Arlone, weelone, bowl
Kione adoossa neem
Kei neem radaza."

--Roch*



"When the drug-addled Goering was arrested in 1945, his fingernails were varnished red; on being strip-searched, it was discovered his toenails were painted, too." --Philip Hoar*, Oscar Wild*'s Last Stand (1997)


Quit ours for an artificial lingo.

Sinnui Yauwan II. (Your basic romantic-martial arts-horror-musical.)


pariah as
full admonition
on with my finding of
& roil faction
this curiously individual
sound
has
to gall paragon books
always pithy soon



A flick with "blog" in its tag. via robot wisdom)


"The mechanics of maybe might not work" --Rod McKu*n

Gosp*l of Mary.


   "The Old Œdipus turns upon Creon at Colonus

Yarrr...
Feeta kei baloodin barm!
Paradi noikot O spareeda boo
Filsing gera tort, O gera spudi frotë.
Soismë sengi poof, soismë norset poodi.
Rara thoise ti numbrak kon
Parada nisthi karm
Staloipi tiff ta poo, staloipi tiff bafoodi."

--Roch*


"The flight was successful."


On my victrola- Burl Iv*s Sings Down to th* S*a in Ships

Cosmopolitanism.


scholar spurn lair
though an absconding word
so arid or if thought
this only amalgam
i gild
out dins my mind
and almost full which must
and than droll say



"in Rosicruciannight andtragic slag..."


On my victrola- D*s*rt Ros*s & Arabian Rhythms


Today.

(via stsh*nouda dot com)


"You come to realize that when hope died, the you who died with the hope was not you, but was the you who depended on those who exploit you, the you who believed that those who exploit you will somehow stop on their own, the you who believed in the mythologies propagated by those who exploit you in order to facilitate that exploitation. The socially constructed you died. The civilized you died. The manufactured, fabricated, stamped, molded you died. The victim died.." (via wood_s lot)


Saffron lurry of a lost art turning.
Dancing lights in my dawn cup dark vap turning.

Ruinous diaspora; our padishah
aborts a war--all from a wind coil turning.

Turpilucricupiditudinous march
through an always changing marsh: in his tomb, Vlad turning.


Origin.


"Across the street from them, in a five-star hotel were Bush's 16 sniffer dogs who were staying in this five-star hotel, and we were all told that you can't call them dogs, because they are actually officers of the American Arm..." (via wood_s lot)

   "The Homecoming of Hector and Andromache

Pattatala ta champ ta deedle arbu
Nofledator O kalee kalakumba.
Eemok ar ta eemok seegalong singi
Comatalone comatalà comataleepi
Traumpatessi kukë otala keeti.
Andromak Hektorika tingi
Heedarom sarbu."

--Paul Roch*, To T*ll th* Truth (1967)



Dictionary.


  magnolia blossoms
i am not avid to hold
   still i am glad for
on my road of commuting
ruin in front and in back

in my old school
i cross paths with ghosts

a world
still to claim

what did i think
i would hold today

what was i chasing
that i caught

ruinous wind
on a morning so bright



"It is the fate of old third-rate poets like me, who can no longer find a print venue for our work, who have failed in the real world of poetry; it is our doom to slink away with our whipped reps between our legs and come here to the blog-realm where all bad poets my age will end up.."


"The life of Alfred, written in Latin and in Roman character by Asser, was reprinted by Archbishop Parker in Anglo-Saxon letters." --Thomas J*ff*rson


"Little Book, in green and gold,
Thou art thus bedight to hold
Robert Southey's Album Rhymes,
Wrung from him in busy times:
Not a few to his vexation,
By importune application;
Some in half-sarcastic strain,
More against than with the grain;
Other some, he must confess,
Bubbles blown in idleness..."

--South*y

On my victrola- S*pharad: Songs of th* Spanish J*ws.

"Saramago. Did you know that Giovanni Portiero, my longtime English translator, died?

Interviewer. When?

S. In February. He died of AIDS. He was translating Blindness, which he finished, when he died. Toward the end, he himself started to go blind as a result of the medication his doctors gave him. He had to choose between taking the medication, which would sustain him a little longer, and not taking it, which would create other risks. He chose, shall we say, to preserve his vision..." --Paris R*vi*w #149


"A poetic that is bigger than itself." (via Po*sy Galor*)


Lingua Franca.


Saturn raucous stir · rubric pram
anguish grasp pall · gulf scowl follow
full as Iscariot · storp milch
prog Arabic pump · aboard try
wisp scoot · apropos brillig fang



"So much depends upon a red SUV filled with high-octane beside the dark snack bar."

' "There is an amendment," she said very seriously, "by the great scholar Sheik Ismail of Andedil. There are times when alcoholic drinks are allowed." ' --Th* Girl from th* Gold*n Horn


"But what are "hominids" and "cats" doing on Mars?"


Clarity holds back my fall. Slow now as sunlight slaps a flash off tumbling liquid. In a far location you will not know what occurs.


rushing hungrily · as char risk
into iguanodon shun · ruck
and igloo frisk · bilk sloppily
lyrical rasp · as sculpt shadows
radar grim · from wild island aks


"The modern conservative is engaged in one of man's oldest exercises in moral philosophy; that is, the search for a superior moral justification for selfishness." --John K*nn*th Galbraith via D*ath 3nds Fun


Jobriath.

(via slash slash ncartmus*um dot org)
Skund*r.


musky hyrst unmasking · mimsy and whist crimson
a long slog by slingshot · slamming hymns in crimson
spy dust as a distant · addiction prowls owl-light
and bright Grinchus brunchwards · Plimsoll sips squall crimson

Plimsoll sips squall crimson as gulls spiral
viral unwar flint ghoul
twinkling and livid Algol
sung drowsily gallium

Plimsoll sips murrain ichor
gallop wasp warping Damcar



"It may not be great literature, but I can only assume that both Twain and Borges, perhaps as old men, would have found humor in meshing a gastroenterological disorder with the brand name of a popular cola drink to create a title for a finished work.."


"The song was originally called "Walpurgis"..."


Chylum. (via M*tafilt*r)

Turn To Islam dot com.


"Every community has its atrocity stories." (via Robot Wisdom)


On my victrola- Tori Amos: Boys for P*l*


Vlach flinch · past scoriac throughways
of clouds with inky · scriptural
who spool pagan · ostrich strangling
island scour · pornolatry brink



"At some point during his journey to Italy, Lev decided that he would adopt an Ottoman identity--just as everyone else was rejecting it, even many of the Turks." --Th* Ori*ntalist

"Though various “refutations” have appeared, fans of the gambit always find ways to keep Black alive (or so they claim), until gambit debunkers come up with new ways to kill it. Then Latvian aficionados fix it again, the debunkers kill it, and…well, it's a never-ending cycle."


W*ndigo.


Cool mornings that abruptly shift into burning fury, as if an apparatus took out.


ruck bulbous · Icarus skua
Ubar fulcrum · slag obolus
solids build as hiss · acrid caulk
brings lull aslant · isthmus skirl gunk


How to Cook...


"It is noteworthy that exonyms have developed only for those places that are of especial significance for speakers of the language in question."


Markov's variant of a Good Book. (via M*tafilt*r)


On my victrola- Sapodilla Punch

Cardinal sign of a bard is not calm talking, i think. How did this turn out? As rationalism took up unchurchical authority, bards sought to stay on (if only for a bit) as knowing kahunas. But what a bard has is wings of song and misty grasp: calm talking grows dull with no far story.


"Wandering poets traveled from village to village, as they did in Persia, passing out verses in exchange for gifts, treats, and affection. They composed verses on the spot and could recite something appropriate for any mood or occasion, whether pious or obscene." --Th* Ori*ntalist


transhumant crutch · fang onus
isopropyl · chanting fungus

smirk panoply · indigo star
across crisp ruin · stumps scrambling


"I am not afraid of anybody because I do not want anything from anyone." (via Sharp Sand)


Fr*ak Folk. (via iMomus)


On my victrola- Y*llow Magic Orch*stra

Should a bard talk calmly? Should a bard talk calmly about killing and dying? Should a bard talk calmly about words torn up, our world in ruin, its animals run off and its humans in chains? A bard talks calmly with his sight dim, his nook soft...his spirit numb.

quotidian Cthulhu
too soon our old bards slip
and i among
what did i think
last night during

glass playground ghoul

a blackboard
words vanish from

my cup is still warm in my hands



A frogsight fad.


An invocation.


Nott* di Luc*.

"Diaspora is a word I heard many times during the second weekend of the festival." (via Cursor)


"I find the problem of how to get heard rather a fascinating one. I haven't found it especially depressing, but then I wouldn't have gone in for writing if I hadn't liked talking to myself." --Larry McMurtry


3nd of Book 2.


   "The Spectral Torch

Doom one crankshaft
Glassgrasp what
Constitute torture
And that a quick retreat

Marginalia coo conch
Greasy dark pungent do it chrome
Hooks into, the book took *thousands*
Onwardagain · martyrbard

Doom one crankshaft
Sparkall doors shut
Marginalia
Coo conch"

--Yus*f Bar*foot



In my cup.

Apsara is Living Art.


"...the Greeks maintained that five Vlachs made a market--and sneered at them too, for being so landlubberly that the very word 'Vlach' came to signify, in Greek, a man who had never seen the sea. Across the higher ranges of the Balkans lay a tangle of Vlachs, Black Vlachs, Albano-Vlachs, Arumanians, the Sarakatsans who roamed deep into Anatolia, some who protested that they were not Vlachs at all, and others who pretended to be Vlachs; and some who gave wickedness a country, Klephtouria..." --Lords of th* Horizons


Micha*l Park*s.


shoggoth phishing · polyps against
ogham toward stir · whirling spiral
char with usurp · shadowy bill
unknown ogham · spiralling pool


   "The Thing That Eats the Heart

The thing that eats the heart comes wild with years.
It died last night, or was it wounds before,
But somehow crawls around, inflamed with need,
Jingling its medals at the fang-scratched door.

We were not unprepared: with lamp and book
We sought the wisdom of another age
Until we heard the action of the bolt.
A little wind investigates the page.

No use pretending to the pitch of sleep;
By turnings we are known, our times and dates
Examined in the courts of either/or
While armless griefs mount lewd and headless doubts.

It pounces in the dark, all pity-ripe,
An enemy as soft as tears or cancer,
In whose embrace we fall, as to a sickness
Whose toxins in our cells cry sin and danger.

Hero of crossroads, how shall we defend
This creature-lump whose charity is art
When its own self turns Christian-cannibal?
The thing that eats the heart is mostly heart."

--Stanl*y Kunitz (via Languag* Hat)

On my victrola- Tarkus


fathoms lost in lost
abolish
spy dust twinkling natty irony

on this comic bright mild morning a vacuum
rips away all qabbalah
curtains & to talk

so lightly of browning magnolia
days long bulb
on again off again stuff
contains only our anguish as cosmic goo


T*mpo Giusto.


"...'Chekists' in their trademark black leather jackets..." --Th* Ori*ntalist


Citta Slow.

Apsaras (via atribut*tohinduism dot com)


"But now hip hop is so retro, you can use any word, that was ever used." --Ic*-T, quot*d in: Th* Vocabulary of World 3nglish ed S Graml*y (2001)


"The word is that once you get sent to Bright Light, you never come back."


"There are those who refuse all chemical love,
And then surrender to the call of mirrors."


Lunar pull and warp crawling
spillway bullion · slowly align
calculating snag · idol
twinkling · sabbath crisp spool scissors
crow's parlous swirl · slag silicon
   { antonym · igloo }
   { ontic · agony }
   { ink · ignominy }
   { unborn · agnostics }
   { uniform · ogham }
   { undying · Ogpu }

Scanning Godzilla Vs M*galon: with Dhadkan--D**wan* on my victrola.


   "Pitchfork

The straight ash
handle graceful
as a Viking ship.

Tan and darkened
by hand
oil. Handled.

Ygdrasill, Odin's tree,
baseball bats
and ancient Irish oars

are ash. Tree
of sea holds
water's power.

This morning Adrienne
used it to turn
the compost. Sawdust

not breaking down
as fast as horse manure.
A slower heat coming.

5 times hardened in fire,
forged, the tip of each shaped
different. Hammered.

The long handle
precisely fits.
As perfect as the motion

made, the arc you define
at 5 in the morning
turning the compost."

--Rob*rt Tramm*ll, Sunflow*rs (2001)



"To prevent thefts, the [Angkor Thom] archaeological site is now sown with antipersonnel mines in the evening and de-mined in the morning." --Th* 3nds of th* 3arth


Wayward Triton.

"The spider is more of a believer/ than either of you." (via Ivy Is H*r*)


Anschluss plastic · gar my phiz
fit for a gingko · flu glitch
and it is murky · karma
winning losing · cult cargo

so mostly do · phobia
knows its way · of all things Mars
its vocabulary · world
for a tart month · magnolia

martyr by blindfold · scrytchwalk
Anschluss · plastic oodoolay



"Some of my friends' kids may never fly in airplanes. They may never own cars."


On my victrola- M*ssia*n: Chronochromi*


Slumification. Part 2.


Political food art.

(via trav*l-pictur*s-gall*ry dot com)


"The rose that blooms in Paradise
Burns with an ecstasy too sweet
For mortal eyes
But sometimes down the jasper walls
A petal falls
Toward earth and night
To lose it is to lose delight beyond compare
To have it is to have despair"

--3lla Young (via Ru* Hazard)


Haibun from an old mountain man. (via wood_s lot)


Groovyhood. (via M*tafilt*r)


"When Klingons leave the Star Trek con they get to take off their crazy bumpy foreheads & live their lives. Suck on that you poem dweebs!!"

"Does a hard science fiction story become unreadable once the science is invalidated?"


"I hear oxygen pants are coming back."


Dakota Wiki. (via Pl*p)


I swat at a gnat. And now it starts to zip along wow! I miss, as i must.
   May you know humilty, if not from this giddy bard...


RT Obit.


pallid warriors sloop flip · pillbug adorn
twinkling caulk · crisp frop
pillbug · borg

crystal psalm · isthmus flapping

sorrow forward · spools of cloud pillbug
spawn approach pillow clasp blast · abort
pullout · against pallid ads
sordid crawdads · ink

storying swift pillbug · indigo skin slag

pillbug · ink
agonist · acorn
war · bunkum
glowing skin · across crisp silk
tsunami spoils · off briskly dollop

sport apart · pillbug clasp blast absolutist
lull agony obtain · forlorn
crackup again scaly frolic · cyst is staunch
ballot slag spoon ostrich · fallow clout
smog · pillbug
as storm chaos · am
mulch · Tsargrad
afflict glad gallop sprawl · spiral wisp
instinct against Oswald · doldrums prog crawl room



"I dallied with olives." --Baron Corvo, Stori*s Toto Told M* (1969)


"...(not to be confused with the large and scary old bus station of the same name)..."


On my victrola- St*r*o Total

Th* N*w Gr*at Gam*.


Ivy.


"Must learn to dance our diseases."


"its smells, its mill. Victims
that had been Heavenly Blue
· tubularlord · Iliad
sideways and slips
while silence than today nine are all
looked up to see sparkling
kills the world, power. told
a tune at twilight.

[lines in italics by Robert Trammell, 1939-2006]"

--Camill* M**sh


(via worldroom dot com)


     "To Whom it May Concern (after Adrian Mitchell)

            You put your bombers in, you put your conscience out,
            You take the human being and you twist it all about
        Hey, how do you like my GM SUV?
        No, I make my payments: it belongs to ME
                  So encase my feet in Nikes
                  And feed me lies about
                  The working class
        I look to the mirror and what do I see?
        An aging stranger who can’t possibly be me
                  So blight my face with Botox
                  And feed me lies about
                  The working class

        They never taught me anything at school
        I’m grown up now and I ain’t nobody’s fool
                  So tatoo my skin with another’s totem
                  And feed me lies about
                  The working class
        I put my earplugs in, I put my good eye out
        I go to AWP and I fake it all about
                  So buy into my book of poems
                  And feed me lies about
                  The working class
        They taught me much too much at school
        I’m wiser now and way too cool
                  So parry my eyes with pop-cult
                  And feed me lies about
                  The working class
        I keep my game face on, I keep my kind heart out
        I go to conferences and get cozy with the crowd
                  Who prison my tongue in poetry
                  And feed me lies about
                  The working class
        Encase my feet in Nikes
        Blight my face with Botox
        Tatoo my skin with another’s totem
        Buy into my book of poems
        Parry my eyes with pop-cult
        Prison my tongue in poetry
        And feed me lies about
        The working class"

--Chris Dani*ls


"Being situated at the head of a desert peninsula jutting into the sea, the city [Baku] is in fact one of the windiest places on earth--one dapper ninety-seven-year-old man told me how, as a young man, he and his family had worn specially made goggles with their evening clothes to stroll along the boulevards without being blinded by the sands." --Tom R*iss, Th* Ori*ntalist (2005)


On my victrola- Omar Faruk T*kbil*k

A way long two-way alpha song.


"...Crabbing at night with a flashlight on low tide..."


Pl*iadian Tantric Workbook.


"...Bill Clinton’s FIRST act in office was to double the Border Patrol [,] and Bush’s first was to fiercely cut it!"

"Search XIX.

If not at Pesach, then at Yom Kippur, to raise a cup, next year in
     Jerusalem,
And set off again on Hajj neverending,
Never finding the Compostela road,
As the Tibetans measure their length and thrust their pebble
    forward,
As Indian fakirs roll on the earth,
As the ghosts of legionaries march their scalpel straight roads across
     Alba,
Those wearied on the Canterbury road, blood on the feet,
Those hammering at mountain-guarded Trier,
Those to Chartres in Marchtime, never doing last visible stretch in
     bare feet, peregrinationes on the Via Francigena,
Children of Jacob, Children of Anu, Children of the Prophet,
I search the people, all in their caravanserai. "

--Min*rva Victrix


"In the courtyard, the gallows were next to a child's swing." --Th* 3nds of th* 3arth


Karakoram Highway.

So long.

Dust blowing and a gray sky · gaptooth windows
mad cow nation · sign
food · riots

driving through towns · without curbs

a bomb is a small thing · warily
labyrinth · funny sounds from hood dark
windows all vacant · Happy
Thor · coruscating

narrow spiralling thoughts · high fronds waving harsh

no path · marsh
walking · taciturn
slow · rising
sing a sad song · pick up cans
shun · carnivorous light furl world lids

driving through ruinous hugs · polyps qibla
long i was torn · crystal pools
high fronds waving · no clockwork maps or hollow
ring of tin roof rain · follow a sign
at all · known
gray sky · sonorous
flying · glass
grasp what isn't · sorrow works with slant
windows gaptooth sky gray a · and blowing dust


Today's rishis.

   "Nature Cure

Tell it again in stronger tones
And make your meaning plain:
White cliff, that stabs the water's side
Without the crease of pain.

You gallant maple, teasing birch,
And ruffled, stately pine,
There is a sturdy sap in you--
Share it, let it be mine.

Resistless grass, to every wind
And every scuffling tread,
You yield and bend a patient back.
So let me bow my head.

And you, dear lake, whose candid gaze
Resists my importunate soul,
You hide a secret in your depths--
Deliver it to me whole.

Invite me in and let me work
In that great pattern, planned
In beauty I must kneel before
But cannot understand."

--J*an Starr Unt*rm*y*r, in: A Misc*llany...


On my victrola- Spooky Tooth

"Does Gnosticism even exist?" (via ALDaily)


goblin woodwind · abatis
flush · window indigo swirl
pools forlorn · addict twinkling

kilo anchovy · adorn
rat abstains · rasta stigma
witch tsunami off · cloud flung


"We motored down-town, to arrive where a doorman in a convict dress, black-and-white stripes, ushered us into a crowded, smoky pandemonium. The name of this joint was Cell Block 7. There was no dancing, no food, no cabaret. People sat at small tables, closely packed, drinking beer or the liquor they had brought with them, and shouting at one another through the din. This was created, unceasingly while we were there, by a jazz band--the Cell Block 7 boys--who were also wearing convicts' clothes, with battered black bowlers on the backs of their heads. Now and again, one of them would clutch the microphone and bellow incomprehensible lyrics into it; but most of the time they simply banged away at the piano and drums, blasted away in a frenzy through trumpet, trombone, saxophone, until the deafened customers rose at them with applause and shouts. ...that smoky hot room shuddered with sound. It was like being in a brass foundry adrift in a hurricane. ...this, I was told, was one of the favourite night spots of the young in Dallas." --J B Pri*stl*y in: Pri*stl*y & Jacqu*tta Hawk*s, Journ*y down a Rainbow (1955)


Stairways. (via M*tafilt*r)

"I sometimes think it all lives in me: everything I've seen and experienced, all the people I've known. When I think this way, I think of myself as a field in which things grow and die, one after another, each taking root in soil fed by each previous thing, leading all the way back to the first thing, which in a sense still remains. It remains in what remains.

Such are my lyrical moments. Other times, most times, I think of myself as a turnstile: each thing passes through me and is gone forever." --Oblivio


"The United States dropped more bomb tonnage on Laos than on Nazi Germany... $2 million every day from 1964 through 1973..." --Th* 3nds of th* 3arth

Imaginary.


D*ath D*al*r.



dark flying sun · aurora lapsing
grow down mutiny drops · thick Samhain lapsing

no plan · swirl
through rapids · music lapsing

tubular · crystal
to you consign all my · pyx lapsing

a day without · or stilb annihilation
Xanadu · lapsing

strong · Grinchus
lifts sloppy ingot · lapsing


Wikip*dia Turbofolk.

DeeDee told us that Faiza had decided not to speak, and had left. "I think it was the music that did it," she said. "I think she felt it was the kind of music that the American soldiers in Iraq listen to in their tanks."


"...a patriot of a future age: an age of Gaia." --Th* 3nds of th* 3arth


"Even madmen had a regiment, the deli, or loons, Riskers of their Souls, who were used, since they did not object, as human battering rams, or human bridges..." --Jason Goodwin, Lords of th* Horizons (1998)


   "Soliloquy on the New Ten

Their bills turned browner as their hearts grew blacker,
Reality more buried under lacquer;
  The polar caps melted
  While amateurs belted
Out anthems of Reagan and Thacker."

--Victor V*rmis


"...I would estimate that of every ten units of energy (or money) expended preparing for Peak Oil today, nine are spent preparing for war while only one is spent building lifeboats and teaching people how to survive."


Ixar*tt*.

N*w Barbarian Manif*sto.


   "REUNION

By some derision of wild circumstance
Not then our pleasure somehow to perceive,
Last night we fell together to achieve
A light eclipse of years. But the pale chance
Of youth resumed was lost. Time gave a glance
At each of us, and there was no reprieve;
And when there was at last a way to leave,
Farewell was a foreseen extravagance.

Tonight the west has yet a failing red,
While silence whispers of all things not here;
And round there where the fire was that is dead,
Dusk-hidden tenants that are chairs appear.
The same old stars will soon be overhead,
But not so friendly and not quite so near."

--3dwin Arlington Robinson, in: A Misc*llany of Am*rican Po*try (1925)



Pair was in my folks' Sunday school class.

"In truth I felt my weakness, and the view
Had wakened no unreasonable fear
But that a nearer sight had stirr'd my blood;
For on the summit where we stood four Towers
Were piled with human skulls, and all around
Long files of human heads were strung to parch
And whiten in the sun."

--Madoc


"Hafiz and Sa-adi sang frequently, even wearisomely, of roses. Yet there is no word for rose in the Persian language; the best they can manage is 'red flower'." --Vita Sackvill*-W*st, Passag* to T*h*ran (1926)


"...a war correspondent ...cited in Vanity Fair's Best-Dressed List of 2004."


"...the cartwheel. Immensely important in Capoeira. Use it for a quick retreat or lure your partner into a trap."


"In October 2004, five months after the Abu Ghraib torture scandal in Iraq came to light, Congress passed a series of new rules and regulations for military prisons. Bush signed the provisions into law, then said he could ignore them all. One provision made clear that military lawyers can give their commanders independent advice on such issues as what would constitute torture. But Bush declared that military lawyers could not contradict his administration's lawyers."

"Over time and a lot of heat, more scholars have shifted to admitting that Dickinson's priorities are undecidable.."


pachinko Tsargrad · stuff still
Happy Thor · cooks Tokay still

prior to any light · i
sit as lorn · magnolia still

blinding hollow · nor a star
haunts this carious · world still


"[The Victorians] looked for this wholeness as a place, and so mostly do we. ...nature was equally a kind of time or a pace, the pace of a person walking, of water flowing in a river, of seasons, of time told from the sky rather than electrical signals." --Riv*r of Shadows

(via marc*lproust dot it slash imagg)

"The Taj [Mahal] is no longer white but a grimy yellow. Local Indians are hacking away pieces of the facade and selling them. The guards do nothing. We splurged on a hotel room with a direct view of the Taj but could hardly see it on some days through the haze." --Th* 3nds of th* 3arth


A dollar and a dollar and a dollar. Thirty-six klicks.


Tiktaalik · in lucid murk
slow · swarming
down · uvula murk
gray catalyst · prison yard yawning to sky
skiff splosh · flourish burning cumin murk
what · soaring
in this drab · Iliad murk
Myklagaard song · walking along a high wall
forlorn · dandy murk

Tiktaalik · tubular
lord · droll indigo


"[Ziya Gökalp] believed...the Turks should use Arabic and Persian to form new Ottomanisms. ...His most successful coinage was a word for 'ideal'." --L*wis

Am*rican Dr*amz is most fantabulous film for Yours Truly post Munich. Go!


"Four of the same plus a fifth that is different is the most common pattern and relates to other [Wintu] beliefs." --Alic* Sh*ph*rd, In My Own Words (1997)


This gig is on its way out. Nobody to ring us up. Finally. My car, boiling.


portion control · frop
stark · lilac
roof unclad occult box · ink attack
prison forlorn slag of brisk coma · apart
osmium · utmost gallop
crisp skin · slowly rip
along paths scraps grinding · portion control if
ruinous · infirm scissors
glowing · warp

idolatry doll · scowl
ichor pulp · flip it


"Of all the languages in the world, the only one that ever approached English in the richness of its vocabulary was Ottoman Turkish." --G*offr*y L*wis, op cit


Rokbandoj.


"They say that they do not know whether he was deliberately trying to mislead the court or was simply deluded and that he is either extremely dishonest or a complete fool. I do not need to decide that issue..."


   "To the Wind

Oh wind, wind where to
Flapping your invisible wings

While you coming down on a stream
you can hear surely
My heart's cry

If you ever pass through
Istanbul
Scatter a sweet breeze on my land

Go and greet my home

Take kisses from me
To my dearest daughters!"

--Ziya Gökalp


Looking for this.


Black Mold.

(via worldlak*s dot org)

    "Not a Church Wedding

I never can remember the morning rain
so quietly does it become a mood,
& thence a land, where all things bent & dismayed
by Time's oppression dwell in immaculate ruin.
The light indoors seems stronger, though unwell.
I wanna/ sit alone & contemplate the taste
of autumn, empire's end, & death; I'd test
bounds, if but in parable to wail
by a gray shore with the immaterial forms...
   Usually I have to go somewhere, which forms
the context of this feeling, for the tarn
I leave behind, unvisited, its murk
& mists & dragging winds lacking my bark
to laze there, counterpoise,
        begins to churn."

--Plaidy


Pink Cadillac of.


"The last time the world was three degrees warmer than today -- which is what we expect later this century -- sea levels were 25m higher."


A Durkin's Attack among top kahunas.


My Ch*ssWorld.n*t gam*.

(via whit*hous*history dot org)


(Wasting too many hours at L*tsPlayCh*ss dot com...should blog!)


Qiu Xiaolong.


    "Ten-feet-straight-down Sutra

   No more of ghosts
whose svelte sweat-lacquered limbs the firelight toasts;
no more of ghosts, amour of hosts & shattered
will. Be mild to me as if it mattered.
The ill woodwind, that no one blows good,
takes up the theme: queming, an oboe's way.
No more of ghosts' whispers, soughing among sough
or candle drawn longer, up, a dream of flight.
We are all still. We beside absorb
& give back nothing like the orc maw of death.
Pride of lions, light of prunes, I taste your breath.
Sonorous silence, close--closer than sound
is no more ghosts; ostioles all shuttered up.

I suspend a word for you back home where I am not.
I work as swiftly & unerringly as God."

--Lydia Plaidy, ibid


Mim* Ministry. (via R*b*cca Blood)

(thanx, M*lani*!)


"...first of all, thanks for setting up the Klingon Wikipedia..."


"Turkish has two words each for 'white' and 'black.' 'White' is the native ak, or beyaz from the Arabic, while 'black' is the native kara, or siyah from the Persian...the borrowed words are used literally, while the native words are used metaphorically..." --G*offr*y L*wis, in: Imp*rial L*gacy ed L Carl Brown (1996)


"The last citation of the word 'to refurbish' in the Oxford English Dictionary is dated 1874. It was brought back from the dead in February 1969 by Mr Walter H Annenberg...on television, talking to the Queen [of England] and telling her that the Embassy was being refurbished. The quaintness of the word caught the public imagination and since then it has once again become current English."
--footnot*, loc cit


"...a haiku poem in three languages:...

jaghpu' yuQmeyDaq
no'Homchaj tuHqu' Sopbej
gharghHommeyna' tun.

ˆCe malamikoj--
Vermetoj certe manˆgas
Hontajn praulojn.

On our foes' homeworlds--
Soft little worms surely eat
Their ashamed forebears."

--Victor Medrano


"Which makes sense, in a pervy Elf fancier sort of way."

(via 3urographics dot ca)


Spiffy song. (via Robot Wisdom)


    "Job Misquoted

I know a mystery worth a few of those:
  clog stronger than the pipe.
And what after all is this thing of having hope
or losing it, as if hope were the only prize?
Is it for hope I've made the Maze my bourn;
hope, that I devise small hours to graithe?
Then once--its spreading rings,-- shall gravity smoothe
& not a molecule abide as cairn.

There must be reason in the mere parabola:
sometimes I say it's joy, sometimes beyond,
a building, where I cannot understand
except as limned by glyph & scribble-qabbalah.

Mystery, not that I bear nothing's burden--
but mystery ineffable: --claiming nothing's guerdon."

--Lydia Plaidy, Losing a Scr*w in th* T*mpl* (1922)


On my victrola- Lycia

"Without its terrible history, the Enola Gay is just another old aircraft brought to an ersatz life in a museum whose lunchroom is a Macdonald’s joined by “the largest McCafé in America"."


"While the novel is about Kazakhs and the past legends of Kazakhs, it should be noted that Aitmatov himself is Kirghiz."


"The human heroine of the book, Jaya Nihalani, might easily be described as a terrorist. Did you have any trouble with this?"


"If there ever was to be a revolution, however, the literary theorists have failed it. While the disparity between rich and poor in the US grew wider and more abysmal, while France and the rest of Europe created an underclass of Muslim immigrants, while the US became an empire and exported its industrial jobs to its de facto colonies, while the Christian right demonized homosexuals, while English departments grew yet more exploitative of its adjunct workers—wile all this happened, the tenured class studied Wittgenstein, Marx, Foucault, hooks, Fanon, Lacan, Spivak, Lyotard, Kristeva, Poulet, Butler, and Gertrude Stein and felt subversive."

ratbag flow · absynth
glowing orchid · blindfold scrytch
walk among swords · spark
all doors shut · walk among rocks
this rhythm knows its cough · air thinning

skull rack · diminish roll call
pawn storm · loud night past
sharp pain · among ghosts i walk
all doors shut · but a door into mist