Tuesday, July 11, 2023

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Why do i love watching rain so much.

"They had fought a lot about this, how to get themselves out of what they had taken to calling the impasse, which was their inability to figure out why they continued to write poetry in a time when poetry seemed not to matter, and when their attempts to collaborate with one or maybe two or maybe four hands in order to break through this impasse continued to fail. They had said to each other that they didn't want to write any more poems that demonstrated their adept use of irony and book smarts to communicate their knowing superiority to capitalism. And they didn't want to write any more poems that narrated their pseudoedgy sexual exploits in a way to suggest that such exploits were somehow in and of themselves political. And they didn't want to write any more poems that made people feel sad or guilty or go oh no. But still, it was hard for them to figure out what to do with poetry in a time when 19.5 acres were required to sustain their first-world lifestyles, not to mention that within the 19.5 acres were the deaths and devastation from the mining, oil, natural gas, and nuclear industries, the deaths and torture from the policies of their government, the rising acidity of the ocean, the effects of climate change on populations without access to the equivalent of 19.5 acres of resources. And rather than provoking in them the desire to write more poems, this sense of futility, further aggravating their anger and shame, instead infected them..." --David Buuck & Juliana Spahr, An Army of Lovers, qtd in Eileen Tabios interview on Arduity

You Have No Idea How Much We're Using ChatGPT.

"In Japan, the Minamoto or Genji clan had chosen Rigel and its white color as its symbol, calling the star Genji-boshi (源氏星), while the Taira or Heike clan adopted Betelgeuse and its red color." --Wikipedia

Snowy days ❄️.

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A Haunting on the Hill.

suppose ev'ry Street View
had its timeline
& we could spot

our dead in their rounds
still like us unable to heed

"The years of lead had begun; the mood was angry or resigned."

"...you get used to living among palimpsests." --The Recognitions

🧢.

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Saddest story of them all.

"The true lover of mysteries is not likely to feel any lasting interest in detective stories. Not the least proof of Poe's genius is that he abandoned this genre of writing as soon as he had mastered it." - Clark Ashton Smith via Mr Kitty Fluff

Against Nature.

"Our dreamtime will be a time of legend, a favorite setting for grand fiction, when low-delusion heroes and the strange rich clowns around them could most plausibly have changed the course of history. Perhaps most dramatic will be tragedies about dreamtime advocates who could foresee and were horrified by the coming slow stable adaptive eons, and tried passionately, but unsuccessfully, to prevent them." --Robin Hanson on Overcoming Bias blog

Happy suuunday πŸ₯³πŸ₯³πŸ₯³.

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Pointed Cube - 230711.

"I wondered whether insects were machines, and whether machines were insects." --The Troika

1px single continuous line.

"If cancer did not swim in the same sea as us, we might admire it, as we admire sharks." --Geoff Ryman

The impossible has happened.

( via / @brutal_exe 2-14-19 )

I Guess We'll Have To Be Secretly in Love with Each Other & Leave It at That.

"Moving from Twitter to Threads is a bit like switching from Hertz to Avis." --@chrlesbernstein

"The mantis is an important figure in my life. For many years, especially in the desert, whenever I was struggling through a depressive episode, a praying mantis would appear, often on a threshold: a door, doorway, doorstep, windowsill, window. Every time I encountered a praying mantis, every time one appeared, something shifted in me, I was taken somewhere. I was consoled."

fleeing the catastrophe
   drop one thing
   then another

𝘱𝘰π˜ͺ𝘯𝘡 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘡𝘢𝘳𝘯.

"Give spiders pens & patience, they’ll give you a theology." --China MiΓ©ville

Fidgetty shelves.

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Norman Lear & the Power of Television. (thanx Melanie!)

"Until I got spectacles when I was four I thought trees were green clouds." —Audre Lorde, in conversation with Adrienne Rich, 1979 (via @brandonshimoda)

Roland Kirk with the Mothers of Invention. (via aetherphonica)

"In the rites they practiced and in the myths they constructed about themselves, the Aztecs painted their universe as a harsh and supremely unsatisfactory place whose secret and diabolical workings they and only they had the fortitude and determination to face." --This Tree Grows Out of Hell

The Meritorious Price of Our Redemption. (via mefi)

mna'n

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Contact Signal.

"as the ambulance
slaloms between slowing cars
love in urgency
barely dodges between blocks
but perhaps it will save you"

--@catbake

This is How I Move Tiny Squares.

Stringing beads. Each bead a syllable.

Some of them are radioactive.

Digital Truth.

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Sun Spore.

"For a second I thought it was odd that threads doesn’t just automatically download itself onto our phones and then I remembered — you have to invite vampires in" --@jordandavispoet

Douglass read by James Earl Jones.

   throat chakra
Croatoan
   moth · mathom
storm schism chart
   wax ukase
dry caoutchouc scrape

Pixel waves on a black sea.

Monday, July 10, 2023

( via / lanny quarles on fb )

Rotating cells.

   naufragia page
hum of broken calx agate
sip fallow apogee pang

Skull Figure.

"LABYRINTH (Palindromes)

Daedalus, nine pass….
I, Minos, add a son.
I miss a peninsula, dead.

Spool's end: Air, an isle….
Vary. A way ravels in
Ariadne’s loops."

--@Anthony_Etherin

"There’s no comparable data set going back before 1979, but given what we know about global temperature trends, it’s not out of the question these were the warmest globally averaged days in centuries, and perhaps even in the 100,000-plus years since the onset of the last ice age."



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Duke of Zuke.

"... Wittgenstein, from whose formidable talents came a house, a sewing machine, and an airplane propeller as well as the books for which he is honored, said toward the end of his anguished life that he had always wanted to write a poem but could never think of a poem to write." -- Guy Davenport, from the introduction to Ronald Johnson's Valley of the Many-Colored Grasses via @octopus_grigori

Lucinda's muse.

"long heat wave
somewhere a black bird flies
one feather cooler"

--an'ya

GN πŸ₯±πŸ₯±.


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Squishy driving video.

"MARY SHELLEY'S FRANKENSTEIN;
OR, THE MODERN PROMETHEUS
(Palindrome by Pairs)

Refine research,
to see law,
then omen,
thaw —
else to char
serene fire…."

--@Anthony_Etherin

w4ter f4lls (v2).

"Men respond only faintly to the horrors that take place around them, except at moments, when the savage, crying incongruity and ghastliness of our condition suddenly reveals itself vivid before our eyes, and we are forced to know what we are. Then the ground slides away from under our feet. But not for long." --Shestov

Widerruf.


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The Stranger Song.

"I thought at first of dressing the pigs up as millionaires and members of Parliament; but when you come to look close, there's more difference than you would imagine to be possible." --G K Chesterton

Spiders on Drugs.

"The Kraken

Below the thunders of the upper deep,
Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides: above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by men and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die."

--Tennyson

It's 1:28 am EST.


( in search of pagan hollywood on fb/ me )

A 400-year-old puzzle about sphere packing, solved.

   is that Jupiter
or Venus? - dualities
   warring in our eyes

how, once, beneath all the stars
i walked without any light.

Golden Earrings.

"...Ah, my good friend,
I was a poet once, and thought strange things,
Very strange things. How I would walk alone
And mutter in my going, dare the heavens
As thus! clap sudden hand upon my brow,
Hold up a finger and cry hist! to the air,
Walk you a mile bareheaded in the rain,
Stop, gaze the ground, stamp like a bull, and sigh,
Sigh like a painted Boreas! or in fierce
Obstetric frenzy of the labouring Muse,
Collar the astonished wayfarer with 'Sir,
Your tablets!' scare the woodman's hut with calls
For pen and paper, or make eloquent
The graphic bark of beech. Ah, those days when
I courted Sophonisba, long ago,
And we two loved the moonlight and wrote verses!
It melts my very heart to think on't!"

--Sydney Dobell, Balder--Part the First (1854)

Continuum #126.


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"Rather than engage in the task of describing the world anew, a world equally if not more complex in its social arrangements than half a century ago, this revivalism lulls us into a depoliticising stasis." (via @saintsoftness)

"Every trade has a little charlatanism in it; ours has much." --Anatole France

A Japanese Buddhist Monastery.

In earthquake lands, one & one-storey only;
four years of caked-up dust, is it?--I can't tell,
in haiku or a cento paradelle:
a stony silence, broken just as stonily.

Now others have at times seen me more nesh
nor have i chosen, not at all, these ways;
as if in shelter sought from fiercest blaze,
my hunger & the dark's own hungers mesh.

And this has been some little good i've done
when all the mad ambitions are driven off,
though i will rest not even then to gauge

this tower against the sun...
A rampart made half faith & half of scoff,
a tunnel out, itself one further cage.

The journey continues.

Sunday, July 09, 2023

( via / "dover gliffs: ASEMIOTIC diogram" by de villo sloan on fb )

"Arde, mas retoΓ±a la yedra..."

"THE CONSOLATION OF BITTERNESS

When I know well the cards I’ve got will lose,
and somebody I’ve hated, taking hold
of all the chips, will leave me grief and booze,
when I feel mean and desperate and old,

when I can see quite clearly nothing’s flawless
but, up close, there are pocks and flecks and tatters,
and there’s no hope, no happiness, no solace
for fools who work at anything that matters,

when I’m convinced that there are no safe havens,
no loves, no pals, and nowhere left to turn,
and now’s high time to talk of rats and ravens
and whether I’d prefer a grave or urn,

then the asthmatic burr in me that sings
from cussèd spite blesses the mess of things."

--Aaron Poochigian

"do not fear artificial intelligence
fear natural stupidity" --@MuseumofCrypto

Like a Rolling Stone.

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Around the black lightning planet.

"Dylan : Joni Mitchell had an album out called 'Blue'. And it affected me, I couldn't get it out of my head. And it just stayed in my head and when I wrote that song I wondered, what's that mean ? And then I figured that it was just there, and I guess that's what happened, y'know.

Craig : It's not the same 'blue' as in 'it's all over now baby blue' ?

Dylan : No, no. That's a different blue." --1978 interview

μ•„λ¦„λ‹€μš΄ κ°•μ‚°.

"Since my heart must bear its weight of grief
And feel the burning fire now of pleasure,
And fall from virtue to so base a measure,
I’ll tell how I’ve lost all that had value.
And how my spirits wither in the leaf,
How heart knows little life and greater war;
And if Death did not delight me more,
How I’d make Love weep for pity too.

But now the time of folly is upon me,
I change from out my fixed opinion
Into the contrary condition,
So that I show not how I am aggrieved:
There where I am deceived,
How through my heart a lover passed,
And in her passing all I had was lost." --via ["Poi che di doglia cor conven ch’i’ porti"]

Tangled Up in Blue. Then i started wondering again about that "Italian poet" (when he sang it in Ft Worth around 1980, i almost jumped out of my skin that he added "or maybe it was Charles Baudelaire"). One discussion with lots of data. I myself don't believe it was Petrarch, but it could have been Cavalcanti. It's true that D. himself was not averse to obscurantism, but there's no good reason to be so oblique--as if he called Shakespeare "an Elizbethan playwright" (but it might make sense for John Webster)...

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Green townhouse.

vatranxisda
ai qayenqa yauno
busai qabqa rah mas rin

( 'i troll/ in the sound garden/ and the road does not err' )

miss ȁ̷͙͓͚̠͌̀̓̀̒͂̈͝Ε³̷̘͖͕̻̙̪̰̩͊̓͊̀̐̿̌̚͝t̸̹́̽́̈́̐͝͠u̸̢̯͙̰͂̽̿̍͒͊͐͠ṁ̷̧̺̝̩̩̍ͅαΉ…̸̲̰̃͛̆͐̂̚͘?.

"Queen Victoria, it is said, was so charmed by Alice's Adventures in Wonderland that she sent for copies of everything its author had written. When the parcel reached the palace, it contained, to her dismay, copies of A Syllabus of Plane Algebraic Geometry and The Formulae of Plane Trigonometry." --introduction to Easton Press edition

A valediction for Beir Bua. (Wait--a cento paradelle!?)

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"And Xibalba is packed with tests, heaps and piles of tests." --Popol Vuh (tr Tedlock, 1996)

Inside, outside.

"Arranging my books by those that destroyed my vision, those that destroyed my future, and those that destroyed my vision of the future." --@NeinQuarterly

I Who Have Nothing.

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Fragment_70.

"With one-seventh Earth gravity and 4.5 times terrestrial sea-level atmospheric density, humans on Titan would be able to strap on wings and fly like birds." --Robert Zubrin, Entering Space (1999)

New piece.

"There's nothing funny about a clown in the moonlight." --Lon Chaney

ORG/N/ISM.

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Vesta flyover animation.

"Charles Cayley proposed to her [Christina Rossetti]. But alas, this abstract and erudite man who shuffled about the world in a state of absent-minded dishabille, and translated the gospel into Iroquois, and asked smart ladies at a party 'whether they were interested in the Gulf Stream,' and for a present gave Christina a sea mouse preserved in spirits..." --Virginia Woolf

Two faces of a room.

"We cannot accept the currently popular blend of German Idealism, mathematics, empirical science, and Halloweenish mood music as the future of continental thought." --Graham Harman

Bioimechanical Steampunk.