this warmth will not go until
fronds among stark maroon us

this smoky suffocation
until turning winds rock us

with our songs in Carcosa
all toxic flavors glut us

a robot rolls across Mars
as Baghdad bloodbaths drug us


Jav*lin Pr*ss.


Tjibaou.


"Disney built a dynasty based on every seven years a child goes to the movies for the first time. The Sidaris dynasty is built on the theory that every four years there's a college freshman in a frat house on a Friday night who wants to see a Sidaris movie!"

Giant Pacific trashb*rg (pdf). (via H*ath*ns in H*at)

(via cylon dot org)

"Better King Lear in woad, even, than King Lear in a lounge suit." --Lucas


what grows from invoking swift laws of · chaos it is shown
what flows from following iron laws of · logic it is shown

how far from that town in which i first · took a count of stars
did i go on foot picking up rocks · for cairn it is shown

how much can grasping hands rip away · from a lavish land
and its birdtalk folk in this burning · rank gulf it is shown

what can a bard who is haggardly · tacking among storms
of clockwork say that's so in lacy · hazaj it is shown


Holocaust dwarf story.


"One friend, who lauds his Pakistani identity and credentials, was unable even to name a single poem written by Iqbal!"


On my victrola- I, Assassin

"there are some who have no voices
or none that will ever speak
because of the things they know about this world
and the things they feel about this world
because the thoughts that fill a brain
that is a damaged brain
because the pain that fills a body
that is a damaged body
exists in other worlds
countless other worlds
each of which stands alone in an infinite empty blackness"

--Ligotti & Tib*t (via Blindh*it)


"Tulpa plaque, slowly forming the shape of my acting career..."

   Algorithmic Automynorcagram Moko

1. Six plus four plus six plus four plus six glyphs.

2. For any glyph, list its post-first-position-containing words.

3. Six plus four such words form a full word row.

4. Count a word row with singular through nought choosing-tabs.

5. In writing, which word is from a glyph plus tab.

6. Start out with a root word you want to sort.

7. All its post-first glyphs will sort out following words.

8. Tab for a glyph is digit of Pi in ranking.

9. Following word is which of that row has that tab.

10. Strings of odd-count word-parts go on until can’t.

   Provisional Ijzay

A. 1. raucous 2. basilisk 3. walking 4. sandcoil 5. caracul 6. wasp 7. laptop 8. cardboard 9. mask 0. sandstorm

B. 1. obsidian 2, about 3, abort 4. abyss 5. abstain 6. obtain 7. obstruct 8. oblong 9. oblivious 0. absurd

C. 1. acrostic 2. accrual 3. octopus 4. scaffold 5. scuttling 6. act 7. sculpt 8. scrollwork 9. schoolroom 0. scrum

D. 1. idolatry 2. adult 3. adjourn 4. idiotic 5. adamant 6. oddly 7. adumbrating 8. addict 9. adjunct 0. idiom

(No word row of that fifth bit.)

F. 1. of 2. uffish 3. off 4. affair 5. afghan 6. if 7. affliction 8. officious 9. afar 0. affadavit

G. 1. ogham 2. agony 3. ignorant 4. Ogpu 5. against 6. again 7. aglow 8. ago 9. ogganition 0. aggry

H. 1. shadowy 2. shard 3. shorn 4. thrifty 5. ghost 6. chimp 7. whirlwind 8. shotgun 9. shoggoth 0. thwart

I. 1. night 2. birdtalk 3. dilatory 4. gibbons 5. pillbug 6. silk 7. wisp 8. diaspora 9. fighting 0. silt

J. 1. fjord 2. ajar 3. ajaja 4. sjambok 5. gjalfr 6. djinn 7. Ojibway 8. Ujiji 9. gjakmarrja 0. ojiazul

K. 1. skald 2. akin 3. skull 4. akimbo 5. skin 6. skimp 7. skillfully 8. skid 9. skirl 0. skim

L. 1. sloppy 2. alloy 3. claypit 4. glory 5. sly 6. glass 7. blindfold 8. flashback 9. slag 0. clockwork

M. 1. ambush 2. umgang 3. immigration 4. immortal 5. ominous 6. smart 7. smoky 8. ambit 9. impair 0. Umbrist

N. 1. infirm 2. unknown 3. indigo 4. angst 5. incog 6. anchor 7. anvil 8. ongoing 9. angular 0. ink

O. 1. wobbly 2. forlorn 3. solid 4. polyps 5. mouth 6. sobbing 7. pools 8. torturing 9. poison 0. portal

P. 1. spoil 2. spurt 3. upcoming 4. spiral 5. spillway 6. spool 7. sprouting 8. apricot 9. opal 0. apart

Q. 1. squawk 2. squalid 3. Uqbar 4. aquatic 5. squat 6. squish 7. squall 8. squib 9. squash 0. squamous

R. 1. crystal 2. iron 3. orchid 4. grisly 5. drawback 6. trustworthy 7. brillig 8. crawling 9. fragrant 0. writing

S. 1. ash 2. ashtray 3. as 4. is 5. using 6. asking 7. tsunami 8. psalm 9. usurp 0. osmium

T. 1. stars 2. Cthulhu 3. story 4. storm 5. atavist 6. starfish 7. stark 8. stairway 9. strongly 0. utmost

U. 1. sunlight 2. ruinous 3. cutbacks 4. gulag 5. hurling 6. furious 7. dusk 8. lungfish 9. mutiny 0. bungalow

V. 1. ivory 2. oval 3. avid 4. ivy 5. avoid 6. uvula 7. oviduct 8. avail 9. avowal 0. avatar

W. 1. twinkling 2. twisting 3. switch 4. swamp 5. twitch 6. swimming 7. own 8. swarm 9. ywis 0. swank

X. 1. axiom 2. oxidizing 3. ax 4. ixodid 5. uxorious 6. oxroim 7. oxycontin 8. axis 9. axolotl 0. Ixion

Y. 1. byblow 2. typical 3. pylon 4. cyborg 5. syzygy 6. python 7. hybrid 8. cynic 9. by 0. myth

Z. 1. tzompantli 2. azimuth 3. Oz 4. azury 5. azoth 6. Azathoth 7. ozonous 8. izzard 9. Uz 0. tzolkin

   Pi digits:

14159 26535 89793 23846 26433 83279 5...

So...

Radio Darkhat · idolatry
gibbons wobbly adamant mask · iron skimp ghost

walking · atavist
dispora adjunct · pools

slag · walking
Cthulhu orchid · cynic Ogpu silk

about obtain polyps shorn as · swarm solid
about · obstruct slag

syzygy

Black ma*stro.


"But, really, doesn’t this get to the twisted heart of the whole academia thing? Arcane knowledge horded, obsessive complusive tendencies enabled, secret societies that require hazing rituals entered, delayed adulthood and adolescence eternally extended?"

Villan*ll*s Ar* R*tard*d.


"I don’t know what part of boston the mighty bosstones are from, but lebanese immigration to beantown has been going on at least since gibran khalil gibran’s time. ."


how can i account for my hours
a mountain of trash

what light thrown
from my brown cogitations

did i find anything out among sojourns
lost in mazy lunacy

did i build anything strong to last
or flung high

truly i cannot account for my hours
or loving days



"As dramatis personae atoms are inadequate." --Lucas

(via s*riouswh**ls dot com)

Killing, as if in an adjoining room: this world so small, now. Killing, as if in a far galaxy: how much our crowd minds it.


   "POEM

A man's mortals break over him and
ebb away...love, youth, Naomi.
In femoral jungles, light and shadow
play chess; man is present, judging.
Though foundering, I exhale the fate
of unknown cities and races; in my glance,
poison for future gods. The vines
already are clinging to men: they know who to back.
I live, I burn. My mortals,
my guts, break over me and ebb
away...love, youth, Naomi."

--Saint G*raud


"It's an act of conviction, baby, simply holding on
Keeping forward motion, pretending to be strong,
Listening with all my heart for voices in the wind
That will be singing for us, Baby, when the song begins again." (via wood_s lot)


"For the translator Pindar remains one of the most impossible poets in the world. To render him literally, as Cowley says, can only give the impression that one madman has translated another." --Lucas, op cit

Scandinavian folk music brought back in a big way.


Ungodly sayings.


Floor.

(via //g*orgiafac*s dot ca*s dot uga dot *du)


Guitars will not avail us.


   stormfall gold can light
for going off not this all
   shadowy story
and your snow-cold moon was how
an hour without rain roars


"...Robert Duncan’s onetime housemate, Philip K. Dick...offers his readers here so many different and incomplete angles into the narrative at hand, not one of them developed fully or really to completion, that the result is dizzying..."


"...these lines seem a dirge not only for a fallen poet, but for a fallen race--for the end of the poetry of a free Hellas." --F L Lucas, on 'Lam*nt for Bion' in: Gr**k Po*try for 3v*ryman (1951)

A Strong*r Kinship.


Small crisis upon small crisis, no slack to stand back and think about it in (as if by plan). Control is also a storm. But what would i say of tomorrow? Night horrors, gray dismay, dismal coming so of old bard warnings. And too: what our vision cannot know. Much.


wolf's pool · Tiw nidor
mint solos · salp march
toot wasp · sawtooth cramp
lasso lost Nimrod · inwit loops flow


   "Song

Naomi looks for her child
in the trees, in the leaves.
It is of fire, and has spirited her away.
Though sea-level rise to heart-level,
in the trees, in the leaves."

--Saint G*raud (Bill Knott), Th* Naomi Po*ms (1968)


On my victrola- P*nd*r*cki's St Luk* Passion

CIA cigars. Until Night Falls. Salsa on shortvibration radio i would turn on during long Raygun nights: Radio Habana.


djinn sjambok · winning angst unknown
island ajaja · wasp impound
abort wombat · skip twinkling gift
and in kiln fnast · against fallout


   'XLI.

Kneeling death is spilling
its white blood which isn't blood.
It smells like a guarantee.
But I think I'm going to laugh.

Something murmured over there. They're quiet.
Someone hisses courage on the side,
and they're counted up in pairs,
twenty-three ribs that are missing
on both sides; they're also
counted up in pairs; the whole file
of trapeziform escorts.

Meanwhile the changing of the guards
(I've got to laugh again)
gets even and clubs us to the ground,
again and again,
from membrane to membrane,
tap
by
tap.'

--Smith's Trilc*

(via lojban dot org slash tiki slash img)

I think also of Ricky Ricardo.


  "Poem Beginning With A Line By Firdausi

'Ere from his lofty sphere the morn has thrown'
the full day's share of fire, forth I glided
after a Starbucks tea for my dear Lady:
slaughter on the radio, insane.

Day after day, week after week, I struggle
in Laocoön coils of sense & nonsense,
orange & turquoise clouds. But they remembered

what I would always get, & I then proffered
five quarters, two dimes, a nickel, & two pennies."

--H*idi Gu*rr*, How T*xans Sav*d Civilization (2002)


Quip.

"The myth is made in a language of symbols -- a word which originally meant the two halves of a token which must be fitted together in order to provide identification or meaning -- like two spies with halves of a dollar bill, recognizing each other by the exact fit of the torn edges. Every myth, we might say, has at least two symbols, which are in effect halves or opposites of each other. Hence the total ambiguity of myth..." (via wood_s lot) Plus.

I call to mind a past instant of Castro cool among bards; it was his chin fur, as if looks only could count for anything.


TokCir.


"I lost someone · at Qana.
I knew no one · at Qana.

Mad dogs and flies · buzzing in
the noonday sun · at Qana.

Grope among · image fragments
as torn sands run · at Qana.

What was it our · swift twinkling
messengers won · at Qana?"

--Ald*rman Whinny


"Stammer their madrigals..." --B*ddo*s

Graywyvern Grammaticus (via 3dward McGuir*)


Air stinks of asphault. Bollywood on car radio. Long waits at any light. Full cicada wail.


   "The Messengers

Enough if here, among our shattered walls
of sugar glass, the wraith is spied
at times, of some tomorrow that might hold;
enough, at times...

Just to believe, despite all counter-signs,
that this jalopy still can roll
and reach a place not desert waste or swamp,
and let us out.

But other times, even the spook's own word
won't give us what our sorrow asks:
and knowing what already we have lost
we turn away."

--Gamali*l Pickl*, S*v*n Pillars of Mis*ry (1981)


Symbolist Art. (via wood_s lot)


On my victrola- Djivan Gasparian.

'...a cityful of longing...'


   "Floods

In the dark night, from sweet refreshing sleep
I wake to hear outside my window-pane
The uncurbed fury of the wild spring rain,
And weird winds lashing the defiant deep,
And roar of floods that gather strength, and leap
Down dizzy, wreck-strewn channels to the main.
I turn upon my pillow, and again
Compose myself for slumber.
         Let them sweep;
I once survived great floods, and do not fear,
Though ominous planets congregate, and seem
To foretell strange disasters
         From a dream--
Ah! dear God! such a dream!--I woke to hear,
Through the dense shadows lit by no star's gleam,
The rush of mighty waters on my ear.
Helpless, afraid, and all alone, I lay;
The floods had come upon me unaware.
I heard the crash of structures that were fair;
The bridges of fond hopes were swept away
By great salt waves of sorrow. In dismay
I saw by the red lightning's lurid glare
That on the rock-bound island of despair
I had been cast. Till the dim dawn of day
I heard my castles falling, and the roll
Of angry billows bearing to the sea
The broken timbers of my very soul.
Were all the pent-up waters from the whole
Stupendous solar ystem to break free,
There are no floods now that can frighten me."

--3lla Wh**l*r Wilcox, Po*ms of Passion (1883)


Of local birds.

"There is absolutely nothing uniquely evil about what Israel is doing in terms of the politics of the nation state (just as there is nothing uniquely evil about what the resistance is doing in terms of guerilla warfare versus occupying or asymetrical military forces). Any and every other nation state that could, would react similarly, and has, to the type of resistance Israel faces. That is the unfortunate nature of the bordered world we live in."

   "The Song Of Shadows

"Sweep thy faint strings, Musician,
With thy long lean hand;
Downward the starry tapers burn,
Sinks soft the waning sand;
The old hound whimpers couched in sleep,
The embers smoulder low;
Across the walls the shadows
Come, and go.

Sweep softly thy strings, Musician,
The minutes mount to hours;
Frost on the windless casement weaves
A labyrinth of flowers;
Ghosts linger in the darkening air,
Hearken at the open door;
Music hath called them, dreaming,
Home once more."

--Walter de la Mare

Mik* Sch*rtz*r.

(via library dot flawl*sslogic dot com)


"It's called "Kwik-Clot," Mr. Wolfe tells us. And in case of arterial bleeding, it's essential gear."

Quiz.

Why do you blog? Why is it that snails lay a trail?

What author and/or book has most influenced you? On B*yond Z*bra by Dr S*uss.

Which three blogs do you most visit? wood_s lot; m*tafilt*r; antiwar.com (alas).

Why do you read fiction? To map what unruly stains grin from my walls.

What makes you laugh? Unconscious irony.

"...the reader can approximate Atjehnese listening habits by skipping sections he finds boring; by letting his mind wander to other matters, particularly music; and by rereading." --Jam*s Si*g*l, Shadow and Sound (1979)


"...To do abominable things with grace..."


"As my heart beats, I think of French fields, how
Their rivers will thaw, their cuckoos sing, and then
Come screaming shells, and bright bayonets, and dead men."

A Scann*r Darkly.


indigo Zontar
night Zontar

this glowing orb of your only grasp this craft
hurls through hazard coils Zontar

burning days of raucous cicada
sprawl a zodiac Zontar

sans arms you
stalk jaguar Zontar

bat-crabs harry and scoriac clouds contort
in a babyrinth of glass Zontar

all you know is howl of scintillant
viridian star Zontar


On my victrola- Nordic Roots.

"I was at the Hanford Nuclear Plant, where they make the plutonium for the bombs, and they had some scientist there where they mark the ground where they bury the plutonium such that an extraterrestrial arriving 5000 years from now would not dare to dig. I call it the semiology of extreme danger. . . .

The .... tribe happened to be at the same conference and when they heard what the scientists were talking about they laughed and said: "Tell the scientists not to worry, we'll tell them where it is.!" ." (via M*tafilt*r)


halcyon · massachrysalis
vly scoriac · hyrcanum roll

incog ammo · calx issuing
as a scarsasm · shimmy

troops my ash fall slow · final ask
aviary slag · my ash school


   'Loneliness

Loneliness like a good, old friend
visits my house to pour wine in the evening.
And we sit together, waiting for the moon,
and for your face to sparkle in every shadow.'

--Faiz Ahm*d Faiz

(via n*wsimg dot bbc dot co dot uk slash m*dia)


   "116.

I,was,old,very,young: I,was,all,
Mirrors: I,was,all,
Over,and,under,beside,and,around,

Inspecting,me. I,found,God's,
Unbearable,beauty!
I,found,His,thoughts,in,my,mind,

His,skull,in,my,hand! ...
I,could,not,lay,
God's,skull,aside. I,preferred,suicide."

--Jos* Garcia Villa


"Pablo the Ur-realist
Faced by his 'Guernica'
And the Gestapo officer's hiss
'Did you do this!'
Said gently, you did."

--Zukofsky, A 12.

(via andr*w dot cmu dot 3du slash us*r slash yangwang)


   'XIX.

Strum along, sweet hope, you clear up
how we stay here from staying here so much.

Today you come when I'm barely awake.
The stable's divinely pissed
and excremented by the innocent cow
and the innocent ass and the innocent rooster.

Penetrate the ecumenical maria.
Oh saintgabriel, make the soul conceive,
the lightless love, the skyless,
the most stone, most nothing,
even the monarch illusion.

We'll burn all our bridges!
We'll burn the ultimate essence!

But if you have to suffer from myth to myth,
and if you chew on ice to talk to me,
let's chew on hot coals,
now there's nowhere to come down,
now there's nowhere to rise.

The rooster's having his doubts, man.'

--Trilc* (tr David Smith, 1973)


Passion for Islam.


"The terrible rat-courage of the enemy. The stout clergyman at our hotel estimating on the back of an envelope the height of the waterfall for the hydraulic engineer." --Th* Orators


A Lost Painting.

(via loc dot gov slash rr slash int*rnational slash am*d slash l*banon)


"THERE WILL BE STARS

There will be stars over the place forever;
   After the house and the street we loved are lost,
Every time the earth circles her orbit
   On the night the autumn equinox is crossed
Two stars we knew, poised on the peak of midnight
   Will reach their zenith; stillness will be deep--
There will be stars over the place forever,
   There will be stars forever, while we sleep."

--Sara T*asdal*


"Thales, the son of Examyas, has met a harsh fate in his old age. He left the court of his house at night, as he was wont, with his maidservant to view the stars, and as he gazed, forgetting where he was, he came to a steep slope and fell over. Thus the Milesians lost their astronomer." (via Z*llar)


Back in th* day.

ammoniacal satrap
grit Satan

a world lit only by Pac-Man and thick flak
through which fathoms spiralling audit

go with a wanion
into catacomb basalt

go and form of this raucous blood din
anagram


Pw*rl* sist*rs 6.

"Nameless are now the bards, their graves unknown,
their chants, unwritten, vanished into air,
into the keeping of the winds that hone
themselves at eventide on the menhir..."

--3sth*r Cam*ron (Th* World's Last Ros*)


Urban Trib*s.

"...I am now separated from my truly wonderful family in south Lebanon who are only a km or less away from the battles. All of them TRAPPED in a house...thirty or forty of them, mostly children with no escape."

thick · ghost sign
scalding sky · again char roll

is stony · psychic
sign ignoring · indigo tsunami scar

raucous flow · odium sign angry
against issuing skull · dying fall

agony
hasp · sign and scandal · shadowy walking crawl

promptly loop · sloppy claw sign
as is at rolm · ink

lying apart · ask
wynd occult thick sign scout · is sign agnostic

into · sign
ogham only pools · crisp sign against

ogganition sign · unknown
idolatry sign · ugly

solid storm · as full
snap fault ambit · sign is ichor fail

proud crow · fall
pulpit scurry · loot mulct isthmus of glowing

wodwo idiot sign sunk · imago ash
sign agony inchworm wallop · anchor

against brumous · symptoms call


"This iceberg cuts its facets from within." --3lizab*th Bishop


On my victrola- Lor**na McK*nnitt: Book of S*cr*ts


A Grail for Carcosa.

   "Chicken Soup for Cthulhu

These walls they've raised around us
that block out the sky,
is it the Warsaw Ghetto in nineteen forty?
--No, child, the West Bank in twenty ought-four.
   According to the reporter
   on the six o'clock news
   with his white white teeth
   it is something you deserve.

These pass cards we require
if we want to leave our town,
is it South Africa in nineteen fifty-two?
--No, child, the Gaza Strip in twenty ought-five.
   According to the reporter
   on the six o'clock news
   with his white white teeth
   it is something you deserve.

These shells that rain among us
reiving the homes and lives of so many,
is it Sarajevo in nineteen ninety-five?
--No, child, Beirut in twenty ought-six.
   According to the reporter
   on the six o'clock news
   with his white white teeth
   it is just what you deserve."

--Hil**l M*mshac

law
nuklir lug
lost rim kiln


"I discovered this new space technology while making landmines for a "smart mine field" in Poland before World War II."


'I am ashamed, and every day my shame increases,
That in an age that casts such shadows
A certain lofty malady
Still bears the name of song.
Is Bedlam a fitting name for song,
A lesson earth has learnt
The hard way, turning from books
To throw itself on pikes and bayonets...'

--Th* Po*try of Boris Past*rnak (tr G*org* R*av*y, 1959)

(via //graphics10 dot nytim*s dot com)

Kal*vala Latina.


my word is law · dog food
rains in nuklir darkmans · snug lair
room to turn · furnish
obolus · lug

my sight is lost · gull
rim mutiny · kiln


"With a worldwide disaster looming just a few years ahead, it is a time of unrestrained corporate greed, false religiosity, moronic fecklessness, and evil intent in high places. No reference to the present day is intended or should be inferred." (via robotwisdom)

Hijacking of J*sus.


Cattus.


viridianizing · of Antarctica
iron sun // up if tantamount
which my sight is lost. Today
· tubularlord · Iliad
Ubar fulcrum · slag obolus
Ruinous diaspora; our padishah
waiting to turn furnish
for rim mutiny
ritual

Throat raw from traffic air.



(via //imag*s dot ctv dot ca)

   "Bivouacs in the Disputed Territory

Purple neck
of a pigeon nesting.
Black spot
where a snake of fire uncoiled.

I bring you these borrowed words
through a silence
of blameless thorns."

--Og-Mora, op cit


N*rdcor*.

(via cbsn*ws dot com)

Do cicadas know what's up?


Lord Dunsany.


killing · civilians
man awry but
no pithy book soon
banal individuality knows
you will follow if it galls
to do that through a word din
I is opinion
with only limpid roil this
must ask
of almost and pariah thought
you would always fill
   curiously


St Louis Bricks Blog.


3l*ctronic L*banon. (via Nomadics)

(via plan*t dot nl)

   "1917

The strange young man who comes to me
A soldier on a three day spree
He needs one night's cheap ecstasy
And a woman's arms to hide him.

He greets me with a courtly bow
And hides his pain by acting proud
He drinks too much and he laughs too loud
How can I deny him?

Let us dance beneath the moon
I'll sing to you Claire de Lune
The morning always comes too soon
But tonight the war is over.

He speaks to me in schoolboy French
Of a soldier's life inside a trench
Of the look of death and the ghastly stench
I do my best to please him.

He puts two roses in a vase
Two roses sadly out of place
Like the gallant smile on his haggard face
Playfully I tease him.

Hold me neath the Paris skies
Let's not talk of how or why
Tomorrow's soon enough to die
But tonight the war is over.

We make love too hard, too fast
He falls asleep his face a mask
He wakes with the shakes and he drinks from his flask
I put my arms around him.

They die in the trenches and they die in the air
In Belguim and France the dead are everywhere
They die so fast there's no time to prepare
A decent grave to surround them.

Old world glory, old world fame
The old world's gone, gone up in flames
Nothing will ever be the same
And nothing lasts forever.

Oh, I'd pray for him but I've forgotten how
And there's nothing nothing that can save him now
There's always another with the same funny bow
And who am I to deny them.

Lux aeterna Luce-at e-is domine cum
Sanctic tu-is in aeternum
Qui-a pius es requiem aeternaum
Dona e-is Domine.

Qui-a pius es requiem aeternaum
Dona e-is Domine
Qui-a pius es et lux perpetua luce-at- e-is Cum
Sancris tu-is in
Aeternum qui-api-us es
Tonight the war is over..."

--David Oln*y, from W*st*rn Wall by Linda Ronstadt & 3mmylou Harris


Popcorn Palac*s.


Up too soon always, a mantra.

"...there is a politics of texture, colour and shape..."


"The Iraqi government has issued more than 2 million passports in the past 10 months."


"...one out of seven children in California’s Central Valley each carry an inhaler to school every day."


"So Georges Sand’s stemware is part of the domestic vocabulary of French kitsch. Can we even begin to imagine the same with Emily Dickinson? Would her thimble arrive as the prize in a cereal box? Collect the set?"


"Sitwell's nerve holds between rhymes to say what she means - just as her nerve held when, reciting the poem in London, a doodlebug was heard overhead." (via Po*try Hut)


"...the prehistoric painters of reindeer, mammoth and bison in the Font de Gaume and Lascaux caves believed that the animals they were painting were also already there in the rock. All they had to do was identify their presence." (LangPo, huh?)

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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3.

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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

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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
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collagen with rubicund

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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