Short spooky video by Sapphire.
"So, so long
traveling this highway
alone---
vanishing V
of geese heading south"
--R G Rader at Ahapoetry
Old interview with Ayndryl i just found out about.
"It is told that infirm old Alfgar passed on a gray road beneath gray skies, and about him blew that wind which fans the flickering of the stars." --The Way of Ecben
"Let the rule be: 'Do not ever climb so high on the cliffs of imagination that the fall from the top will kill you...' " --Annals of Klepsis
phantomnation fishing
before skaldic doorway
other than in English
all the vetust ballparks
on a tharnmoot morning
Accelerate or Die. (via @Qdnoktsqfr)
"Whatever Happened to Culture?"
"MADNESS (Palindrome-Haiku)
Peel song, no sadness.
Send a made bed a madness.
Send a song no sleep…."
--@Anthony_Etherin
"You have seen comic artists and caricaturists who can suggest a face and a person with no more than several broken lines on a paper. Human persons are like that, mere suggestions made out of long and short broken lines." --Annals of Klepsis
El mar, con su hambre de matar.
Zoa.
"An opera singer steals philosophy and hides it inside a crystal city." --@magicrealismbot 2-12-16
Last Year at Marienbad. (with subtitles) ☆☆☆☆
neon jellyfish alcove
you don't want to remember
in this carpeted enclave
the sudden vacant chamber
scene of another story
you don't want to remember
unfolding over starry
esplanades where ghosts stalk
scene of another story
the losses are now too stark
to justify forever
esplanades where ghosts stalk
the organ follows each lover
corridors like ruined statues
to justify forever
things have changed in the picture
neon jellyfish alcove
corridors like ruined statues
in this carpeted enclave
"Revolt, rapid.
Neon fog.
No set upside.
Vastness.
I desire no law
or rosy briar air.
By sorrow alone, rise.
Dissent. Save dispute.
Song of no end.
I part, lover."
--@MikeSpeaks
"There is this gold-and-gemstone light in every person, and it only needs to be evoked." --Annals of Klepsis
Where light dances with darkness and day embraces night. ☀️🌕.
"The mystery of life is the plainest part of it. The clouds and curtains of darkness, the confounding vapours, these are the daily weather of the world." --Chesterton
A scurrying misshaped thought, but still a thought,
has found me inbetween my watering chores
as sometimes still, the night's veil yields us stars
long after we had ceased on them to dote.
I started to say, not fewer than when thrills
were lush, do insights find me even now:
except i hardly write them down--which is
face-saving but a little late to growl.
Or gratitude (that will do for grace) has lost
its compass in the phosphor-lidded sky...
Nevertheless, against this williwaw
of folly, other things first sacrificed
perturb me more, that flash in sickle-feast.
"TO THE NIGHTINGALE
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still,
Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill,
While the jolly hours lead on propitious May;
Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day,
First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill,
Portend success in love; O, if Jove's will
Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay,
Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate
Foretell my hopeless doom in some grove nigh;
As thou from year to year hast sung too late
For my relief, yet hadst no reason why:
Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate,
Both them I serve, and of their train am I."
--John Milton
"Perspective really is the comic element in things." --G K Chesterton
Chesterton on Blake. (via @aliner)
Alina's writing resource page.
"Frog made a fresh pot of tea. He sat down and began a story." --@FrogandToadbot
the past is at war with the future
in my soul
bearing irremeable disjuncture
the past is at war with the future
all know, but only one creature
can wield this pencil
the past is at war with the future
in my soul
A theory of General Instability
.
Books that are entirely (or mostly) prose poems.
"The sphincter between tzimtzum and kenosis." --@LapsusLima
Adam Roberts on Suannah Clarke.
"The End of the Library
When the coal
Gave out, we began
Burning the books, one by one;
First the set
Of Bulwer-Lytton
And then the Walter Scott.
They gave a lot of warmth.
Toward the end, in
February, flames
Consumed the Greek
Tragedians and Baudelaire,
Proust, Robert Burton
And the Po-Chu-i. Ice
Thickened on the sills.
More for the sake of the cat,
We said, than for ourselves,
Who huddled, shivering,
Against the stove
All winter long."
--Weldon Kees
Matrix Resurrections is about what happened to The Matrix in real life. (via @mckenziewark)
The card you don't want to draw.
"NEMESIS
The strong-kneed woman found it,
a kernel under her tongue, while speaking
with her daughter, her echo.
It flowed through hearts,
as water flows downhill,
and transmuted into lightning, and
revived when it rained again.
It was bought, it was sold
from people to people
for pelts,
swords and lances,
for pison, olive oil and petrol
and for a sheep frozen
in copper, silver and gold,
and it was buried alive in prayer."
--Martin Camaj, Selected Poetry (tr Leonard Fox, 1990)
"Laforgue's friends procured him a post as reader to the Empress Augusta of Germany; and, falling under the spell of German philosophy, he brought its jargon into his verse, contributing thereby to Symbolism perhaps the one element of obscurity which it had lacked." --Axel's Castle
"If one goes to parties or meets many new people in any other way, one has to take protective action quite frequently, however much one hates oneself in the process; just as human beings are compelled to massacre animals unceasingly, because human beings are simply unable to survive, for the most part, on apples and nuts." --Robert Aickman, Painted Devils (1979)
Aurora sunrise. (via @wonderofscience via Mark Saltveit on Mastodon)
"buried
in the record sleeve
humpback’s call"
--R G Rader
Eclectic ethnic mixtape. (via aetherphonica)
i catch all things
in my net of nets
the ease habit brings
i catch all things
strange carollings
& rogue regrets
i catch all things
in my net of nets
"Now-a-days, when forests are burned to charcoal faster than they grow again, the only thing to be done is to warm the climate a good deal, and turn it into a great brooding-oven, kiln, and field-oven, so as to save the trouble, and obviate the necessity, of having stoves in the houses. And this has been in some measure attended to by careful Commissioners of Woods and Forests, who have cleared away the forests as much as they could, they being full of late winter. When one thinks how very beautifully modern Germany contrasts with that which Tacitus mapped, warmed as it is by the mere cutting down of the forests, we have little difficulty in feeling convinced that a time will come when, there being no more timber at all, we shall arrive at such a temperature that the atmosphere itself shall be our fur pelisse."
--Jean-Paul Richter via
"Let the dull artist puzzling rules explore" --Savage
These days so thick with burning crystal air
the mad cicadas only may approve
i hide from, drapes drawn; huddled in some cave
by jangling increments the storm endure.
For some strange reason i still want to carve
my version of the figments that occur
though less & less is Helicon's door ajar
for wanderers to furbish with their love.
The burning crystal air absorbs the peals
of tree-clutched swarms, as of vain animals;
scant shells remain, & then the leavings leave.
Rain pouring down the escalators.
rapt parrot auroras
riding shotgun tidepools
dill pickle a duckwalk
in the doomscroll tumored
scrimshaw of neume nimbus
"Part raptor,
Rapt parrot,
Part rapture..."
--Satire: Veritas
"O daft fados!" --Satire: Veritas
"La Vita Nuova
Last summer, in the blue heat,
Over the beach, in the burning air,
A legless beggar lurched on calloused fists
To where I waited with the sun-dazed birds.
He said, 'The summer boils away. My life
Joins to another life; this parched skin
Dries and dies and flakes away,
Becomes your costume when the torn leaves blow.'
--Thus in the losing autumn,
Over the streets, I now lurch
Legless to your side and speak your name
Under a gray sky ripped apart
By thunder and the changing wind."
--Weldon Kees
Panorama. MoonHightRise. Aurora.
The Past 10 Years have been Uniquely Stupid.
"Soup a Moon (palindrome)
Do granules I wet,
umami, hot sugar,
drag us to him?
A mute, wise lunar god."
--@Spoonerrhythms
"neon shapes
her
silhouette"
--R G Rader
Fantasies of Gods and Cyborgs.
