"Fuzwp Oqwmg"

this wintry noonday
slowly drawing away
soaring why?
a rising icy mist
was pursuing nova of -
that horror which stalks

good-old labyrinth blood
in a storm within
...all.
was shadowy and lost
crimson amphibian all stumps soft
labyrinth cant why how but grow

with myriad, vast sight
amphibian blood
- down grow glass
things luminous why stalk
shook its hawk wings
martyr nostalgia

star for mark fungus carnivorous
booming in fitful gusts
pursuing stark living soaring shaft of nothing
bad pill, tomb
...now did cant. soaring coughing -
unwilling admiration of

forms waving and rustling
this wintry noonday
awful hum and murmur
was shadowy and lost
such unorthodox conditions
go of his own accord

Hurufit*s.

Floating citi*s.

TruckDogs.

For fans of Johnny Guitar only.

A dialog in history.


"One does not ask the social value of mountain climbing: and there is a kind of poetry corresponding to that--autotelic, intolerant of ease." --Krakatoa E. Simoleon, Azazel (1933)


"Prison Library"

This is the way i holy
normal work stalking shadowy word

noxious out
shadow star / did burning do drip Carcosa

infamous ghost that
wants to put burning in diamond

loud morrows
soft luminous blood zonda

"I Think I’m Going to Laugh"

-burning of fungus. nova math
-drip sinking. to triumphant lamp

of down transplant star - us nova nova
midnight grip gun

pursuing nova junk - spurting
skin loathing atomic - burning Ubar

/did burning do drip
. sinking - grip rain


"Diglossia"

how can i this stark stalk
in in do not. living and vacuum pursuing junk
loathing all its crispy frost
skin sands shadow
living sinking - hollow
of fungus and stalk
in in of for it / spray with
glacial blood to go glad
of down transplant star - us nova nova
black wind star.
do star? not. -

watch a bug across it crawl


"Just Not Into You"

. / of fungus vugg
of down transplant star - us nova nova wood

for with amphibian
. / do star. it. down flip moon

carnivorous star / can’t
can’t grip rat. lingo

transplant grip sinking / for last
amphibian vacuum ions

Start nixing this bunch.

Alas.

"Ialdabaoth"

nova what that black doing
van rain tyrant
quasar it dark

hollow star
junk what transplant mark night
vacuum luminous

a glass playground ghoul
black doing
spray it black


"Plutonian Nativity"

It was a snail of murmuring
arachnid paradox / abyss so
loathing dark coma

and all slim, gracious blind
king bug dragon
do but dark
carnivorous wind

transplant star?
last is sinking
find that tall child?
solar monday no

nothing doing good-old glacial who.
.poison god.
amphibian is sinking


"Kings"

dusting his wisdom
stalk was vacuum

grinning ghost
disastrous lungfish

glass continuum night crimson living
of spurting shadow

quark dark
.brain days that?

paradox transplant
black spray hard black

"How can people think that artists seek a name? A name, like a face, is something you have when you’re not alone. There is no such thing as an artist: there is only the world, lit or unlit as the light allows." --Annie Dillard, Holy the Firm (1977)


'To receive applause for works which do not demand all our powers hinders our
advance toward a perfecting of our spirit. It usually means that thereafter we stand still.' --Lichtenberg


"Tsunami"

-amphibian blood luminous in hard coma - fall
fall loathing
burning star giant many many
going nothing
nothing hard now

was triumphant asylum sinking what star.
glass loathing
nothing doing nothing
to hollow midight star can’t
labyrinth giant

/junk in that.
nova junk
shadow star
to transplant in that.


"Praying Badly"

carnivorous star
luminous coughing hustling hard
glacial blood
stumps hard and stalk

for last is soaring
glacial star
black junk soft with
soaring glass

dark continuum transplant burning
star wind
night with stark
coma transplant now to loathing not fungus all runic
.hustling of soft.

"/irony"

in glacial did nothing crispy
but color crackling vacuum
cryptic labyrinth
all down and nothing junk
to brain you drip soaring
to brain midnight
crimson midnight raw so color
of not out solar monday no
and) no off.


"Four Yarons into a Tribulation"

? do asylum grow so.
runic things
grinning past sharp stark plasma
of dusky soaring
cryptic sands?
giant star runic. of dusky living
stalk last
what coma
asylum was phantom
soaring to you stark


"Narrow Laughs"

crispy atrocity lost
that nova shaft dark
coma in asylum?

stark stalk continuum why junk how
blood so coughing with continuum
raw why wrong

you burning for it

I think about a holiday in which intimacy was sought and not satiation; a holiday for finding out, not filling up. Solitary illuminations without this vast compulsion of do what you should and don't ask why. I walk on a cold road, and cars roar past as if in stark pursuit. I slow down, astray.

"In Kulchur (Spring 1962) Jonathan Williams has an imaginary movie cast to play the modern poets--Edward Everett Horton as T. S. Eliot, Lon Chaney, Jr, as Robert Frost, Adolph Menjou as Edward Dahlberg, Cary Grant as James Laughlin. As Louis Zukofsky he casts Fred Astaire." --Charles Tomlinson, Some Americans (1981)

"Requiem for the Plantagenet Kings

For whom the possessed sea littered, on both shores,
Ruinous arms; being fired, and for good,
To sound the constitution of just wars,
Men, in their eloquent fashion, understood.

Relieved of soul, the dropping-back of dust,
Their usage, pride, admitted within doors;
At home, under caved chantries, set in trust,
With well-dressed alabaster and proved spurs
They lie; they lie; secure in the decay
Of blood, blood-marks, crowns hacked and coveted,
Before the scouring fires of trial-day
Alight on men; before sleeked groin, gored head,
Budge through the clay and gravel, and the sea
Across daubed rock evacuates its dead."

--Geoffrey Hill, For the Unfallen

Most dark, but only for now. Faith, folks!

"ii.

Rivers bring down. The sea
Brings away;
Voids, sucks back, its pearls and auguries.
Eagles or vultures churn the fresh-made skies.

Over the statues, unchanging features
Of commerce and quaint love, soot lies.
Earth steams. The bull and the great mute swan
Strain into life with their notorious cries."

--Geoffrey Hill, "Of Commerce and Society, III." (1959)

"...Charles Mingus wrote about afternoons spent in his youth, watching Sam Rodia as he went about his patient, complex work of building, transforming, tearing down then rebuilding the bizarre spirals known today as the Watts Towers. ...Years later...it struck him () that Rodia’s Towers was much like the impulsive but meticulously structured music he had just been playing--that is, was a resourceful and vital work, an invention for freedom and transcendence." --Mikal Gilmore, in: The Watts Towers of Los Angeles, Leon Whiteson, 1989

'Mussolini spoke like a peasant from Romagna; he uttered the words: problem, Mediterranean Sea, Suez, Ethiopia--as if he were uttering the words: card game, Lambrusco wine, riot, Forli. Lord Perth had the accent of an Oxford undergraduate who is distantly related to someone in Scotland--the accent of Magdalen College of the Mitre Hotel, of the Mesopotamia Island and of Perthshire. He uttered the words: problem, Mediterranean Sea, Suez, Ethiopia--as if he were uttering the words: cricket, Serpentine, whisky, Edinburgh.' --Kaputt

'I would have liked to say to her: We shall talk about Italy. And besides who knew whether Italy really existed? Perhaps Italy was a fairy tale, a dream; who knew whether Italy still existed; who knew? Nothing existed any longer except gloomy, cruel, proud, despairing Germany. Nothing existed any longer. Italy, indeed!'
--Kaputt


"Shiny Windlass"

Follow a pillbug
through blurry dim Carcosa.

Choir of moons wassailing Ragnarok
with toom word,

spiralling argonauts who fall without joust.
Mournful in this frost

cars plumb our schloss osco sky
swart opal

as if railgun of Odun bound faith
solitary mound and storp and dying sky

"Thrift"

A squalid abyss of light
follows, wolf
to my planward thoughts; and Xanadu
flows frigid music.

Roiling coiling marrow-road of magnolia
without a thirst in this world
or door to carol:

what song thrusts past shadowy my way
full of frith
and swift, tumultuously craggy argot?


“At a towering concrete crucifix, planted between the church and the street, women with upraised arms pray indiscriminately to ‘Jezy’ (Jesus) or to ‘Bawon’ (Baron Samedi), the Vodou god of death and sexuality. For many Haitians, Jesus and the Baron are the same divine person sharing the same cross.” --Donald J Cons*ntino, Vodou Things (1998)

Th* Unconscious Civilization.

Almost a R*volution.

*dgar G. Ulm*r.

I want to watch Top Chimp try this, if God is so big on him. (via M*tafilt*r)

As my significant half points out, the Carpenters' song "Goodbye to Love" is a kind of zoomar: its composer Richard Carpenter has admitted being inspired by the title of a fictitious song in the 1940 film Rhythm on the River, in which Bing Crosby plays a composer who has a hit song referred to, though never heard, within the film.

"Abtar Ibtida"

Putrid pathways sang a glitch
rollchair stock is up. Faring dragon

if Dubyabacks go to Norad arroyo
now, iron rook

at acornfall star.
Support our insanity, O lungfish droog.

My soul is my own
raghdirst. Crystal tobacco

and orthography kills and acid
storp pidgin.

"The Wind Suffers

The wind suffers of blowing,
The sea suffers of water,
And fire suffers of burning,
And I of a living name.

As stone suffers of stoniness,
As light of its shiningness,
As birds of their wingedness,
So I of my whoness.

And what the cure of all this?
What the not and not suffering?
What the better and later of this?
What the more me of me?

How for the pain-world to be
More world and no pain?
How for the old rain to fall
More wet and more dry?

How for the willful blood to run
More salt-red and sweet-white?
And how for me in my actualness
To more shriek and more smile?

By no other miracles,
By the same knowing poison,
By an improved anguish,
By my further dying."

--Laura Riding