Saturday, April 08, 2006

alas
Pick*lhaub* (via zoll dot d* slash z1_bild*r)



" 'The Great Book I'm going to turn into a full-length funny cartoon version in the style of De Chirico will be--' He pondered. 'Um, The Meditations of Marcus Aurelius.' " --Th* Thr** Stigmata of Palm*r 3ldritch (1964)


Hop*landish. Kobaian.


"Ben, most people would turn you away
I don't listen to a word they say
They don't see you as I do
I wish they would try to
I'm sure they'd think again
If they had a friend like Ben
"


"The only token of nobility will henceforth be a knowledge of letters."


On my victrola- Djivan Gasparyan: Duduk Music from Arm*nia


Friday, April 07, 2006

Snappy salads. (Wholly natural carry out contain*rs & tools!)


   "In Our Global World"

ommatidial Ogpu · strong uppowoc
lap of low gold · lob mung
nasal plink · call last
unborn gila · mall in a vly
nival poohbah · arab bard
gibaro gazoz · zif night
romp i luth · cramp march
tulip morth · gin fizz
Oz agora · big drab bar
Ahab hoopla · vinyl vanila
malign rob nuts · all lack nil
pal sang numb · old log
wolf opal · cow oppugn
orts up go · laid it ammo


(--a Visigoth Sonn*t)


Ulul*ma.


Mildly Saffron.


Thursday, April 06, 2006

   "Non-Comforting Dogma

maroon flourish
among cattails
connubial
glow ruinous
spar
unsparing of wisps
running among
this lost long morning"

--Ichabod Podcast



Hunting for a witch hunt.


"Have you seen the flook of the blook?"


Friday. Blook R*vi*ws. Blook R*port.


Tuesday, April 04, 2006

"It seems both public and press have forgotten the words of Donald Rumsfeld not long after the U.S. “triumphed” in Afghanistan, the words being among the most shameful in American history and certainly ranking with anything a dread figure like Reinhard Heydrich uttered. On what to do with the thousands of prisoners taken in the invasion, Rumsfeld publicly stated they should be killed or walled away forever."


"The gun dealer sold only Lee-Enfields, a turn-of-the-century single-action, British rifle of no use to militants but in popular demand by local farmers, who, lacking telephones, fired rifles in the air as a form of communication." --Rob*rt Kaplan, Th* 3nds of th* 3arth (1996)


"The Punta Rock phenomenon has hit us like a tsunami that came, caused a stir up and went away."


No plans, no thought of action.
Halcyon days and all things still to do.


Iconic.


Lulu Blook Award and its blog. (Plus this blook's nom...!)


    "99 Tsars"

curious my abscond
to your din and admonition
following only
an arid roil
scholar of gild spurns
lair or amalgam

i ask no sound which finds
tautly individual say
though a faction soon
wry with gall from
thought pariah will
know this as valid

can an almost full form
opinion upon by word trod
up if tantamount
than usurp fill
out of droll cunning
about my ditto mind


"It could become the first country in the world to succumb to rising sea levels."


Fallacy.


Monday, April 03, 2006

Congotronics.



   "Jaguar Bismuth"

Harfang waft thus a smart rock
  unlocks muzzy squawk
  as a tart balloon.

Confab agog spools billion
  hoar pharaoh lid click
  gigs and nary brick.

Rorqual infirmary cold
  balks Jurassic palm
  with a bulwark cloud.

Hiring kaput harfang bling
  long blasts canvas caulk,
  wobbling civic plumb.

Plutonic plug gifts sport pawn
  all thwarts akimbo
  with tulip pinion.

Kizilbash at last rhumba
  spurts turncoat ichor
across flarf harfang anchor;
  voila crunk rainbow!


Sunday, April 02, 2006

"Using the word 'famine' carried the same penalty." [as st*aling grain] --Amis


"Witnesses are not, for the most part, historians." --Nicholas Stargardt


"Ereway inhay the oneymay, ereway inhay the oneymay!
Eveway otgay ayay otlay ofway atwhay itay akestay otay etgay aylayongwayo!
Ereway inhay the oneymay, ethay iesksays are unnysay!
Oldmay anday eedayessionpray, ouyay aray oothray ootay unday usay ongwrayo!
Eway evernay eesay eadlayinelay ayofay eadbrayinelay otayayday.
Anday enwhay eway eesay ethay andlayord
We'll ooklay atthay uygay ightray inay ethay eyeyay!
We're in the money, come on, my honey,
Let's lend it, spend it, send it rolling around!" --from Gold Digg*rs of 1933


Wednesday, March 29, 2006

alas
(via littl*hits dot com slash upload*d_imag*s)


On my victrola- Shon*n Knif*.


Victorian Sappho.


"I'm writing part of an extended poem, as an experiment...employing six modern and four ancient languages... Each line of the poem contains neologisms, born by extruding words through the declensions of another language..." --T*d Chiang, Stori*s of Your Lif* and Oth*rs (2002), "Und*rstand"


"Even when literary journals do publish experimental work, Kuzmin argued, they do it for "Soviet" reasons.." (via Bookninja)


Tuesday, March 28, 2006

"The first verse - bismi'llah al-rahman al-rahim "In the Name of God, the Beneficent, the Merciful!" - is composed of 19 letters in Arabic....the entire Qur'an were generated from the first point."


"We've stared at this for hours and feel empowered and energized."


"Top Ten Things That Could Finally Make George W. Bush Impeachable."


An Umbrist rant from Springtail.


Nobody walks in L.A.


Uh huh. (via P*rman*nt R*d)


"A bite consequently destroyed Eden's fancy garden."


Abstract art. (via Cat*rina)


Zao Wou-Ki. (I want this book.)

"Historian Garrett Mattingly, however, has argued that The Prince was written as a satire. Some of his evidence includes the following:
   1. The manuscript was dedicated to a Medici long dead.
   2. The manuscript was circulated only among close friends; the Medici never read it.
   3. In his dedication Machiavelli presents the manuscript as a gift and requests a job in return--in spite of the fact that he had just been imprisoned, tortured, and exiled by the Medici.
   4. Machiavelli uses ironic language to extol the 'success' of rulers like Pope Alexander VI, Cesare Borgia, and the Medici notorious for their tyrannical rule.
   5. Machiavelli wrote other forms of satire and was well known for playing practical jokes on his friends.
   6. No other manuscript of Machiavelli praises a monarchy; all of his other writings heartily endorse republican rule."

--Puzzl*s About Art (Battin, Fish*r, Moor, Silv*rs 1989; citing G.M. Am*rican Scholar 27 (Fall 1958) 482-491)


Klingon programming.


" 'Hard' science fiction they call it. I have always had a certain awe for this kind of science fiction, and, although I cannot really do it well myself, wish that the genre had more of it. ...we need writers who can show us what the machines are doing to us in terms more systematized than those of random paranoia." --Barry N Malzb*rg, Galaxi*s (1975)


Mahdi Starbucks.


T*rry Holt Artwork. It's groovy!


Monday, March 27, 2006

A Million...


   "The Philosopher and the Birds

A solitary invalid in a fuchsia garden
Where time's rain eroded the root since Eden,
He became for a tenebrous epoch the stone.

Here wisdom surrendered the don's gown
Choosing, for Cambridge, two deck chairs,
A kitchen table, undiluted sun.

He clipped with February shears the dead
Metaphysical foliage. Old, in fieldfares
Fantasies rebelled though annihilated.

He was haunted by gulls beyond omega shade,
His nerve tormented by terrified knots
In pin-feathered flesh. But all folly repeats

Is worth one snared robin his fingers untied.
He broke prisons, beginning with words,
And at last tamed, by talking, wild birds.

Through accident of place, now by belief
I follow his love which bird-handled thoughts
To grasp growth's terror or death's leaf.

He last on this savage promontory shored
His logical weapon. Genius stirred
A soaring intolerance to teach a blackbird.

So before alpha you may still hear sing
In the leaf-dark dusk some descended young
Who exalt the evening to a wordless song.

His wisdom widens: he becomes worlds
Where thoughts are wings. But at Roscoe hordes
Of village cats have massacred his birds."

--Richard Murphy (Sailing to an Island 1968), quoted in: Wittg*nst*in in Ir*land


Runaway star. Plus. Oops!


Sunday, March 26, 2006

On my victrola- Charl*s Iv*s: Calcium Light Night (His tak* on tw*lv* ton* is suav* & wiccad*lic.)


'My eyes see the fields, the fields,
The fields, Neaera, and already
I suffer the cold of the darkness
In which I will not have eyes.

I can feel, even now, the skull
I'll be when all feeling has ceased,
Unless the unknown shall assign me
Some other, unforeseeable end...'

--'Ricardo R*is', tr Richard Z*nith



"This site is about mysteries that involve cats and their detective partners."


   "Wlframo Phazur"

Mirror wisp · orchid argot
for gray swim · gilt tsunami
spilling hollow · crisp across
which silo idol · fault brooks



   "Your Soft Hand on My Arm

Nothing was promised me.

Nor am I undeceived about the rest.
I go as if I cannot fare otherwise

and this is a blessing.
I walk with those who crossed the Bering Strait
and those who fled the annihilated city

not looking back.
I am a shotgun labyrinth
the crows themselves have forsaken

and perfectly, perfectly alone."

--Darth Ruck



Hungry Coyot*.


Saturday, March 25, 2006

Rogu* M*ssiahs.


alas
(via ti*rklinik-ob*rhaching dot d*)


   "On Fearing's Plate

efficaciousness
of the animal cry

does it pierce the hearts of gods
does it pierce the hearts of men
does it make a shadow

in the long rays of dawn"

--I. N. Martillac: 3l*ctric Harmoni*s (1987)



"There existed at the time a gramophone record of one of Stalin's longer speeches. It ran to eight sides, or rather seven, because the eighth consisted entirely of applause." --Amis


"Ninurta, the light of the gods, entered the gloom."

--"The Myth of Zu," in: Th* Anci*nt N*ar 3ast ed. J B Pritchard


"Something dramatic is happening."


Friday, March 24, 2006

alas
Soul Flow*r Union: 3l*ctro Asyl-Bop (via br*ast dot co dot jp)


"I daresay in times to come it will seem a freakish luxury to have had such elaborate selves.
   It was." --Rasolnikov


"Pound thought war was a crock because it never put at risk the true ringleaders. You could say the same for capitalism." --ibid


Th* Sioux com* through.


"I'm not abashed that my efforts have gone for nothing. That's what it means to be part of a struggle with non-imaginary stakes." --ibid


"We haven't evolved beyond the reach of revolution. We're just pathetically unworthy of one." --ibid


"Somehow I have failed to learn patience. Whenever I see the face of G------, I want to leap through the television and strangle him with my bare hands. Hell, he's not even a pumpkin-head: he's the grin some joker carved on the face of the pumpkin." --ibid


"We were laughing at a silly joke and suddenly she turned and asked coyly, “Are you Sanafir or Shanakil?” I stood there, puzzled. ‘Sanafir’ is the Arabic word for “Smurfs” and ‘Shanakil” is the Arabic word for “Snorks”. I didn’t understand why she was asking me if I was a Smurf or a Snork."


"So readily thieves; so unwillingly learners. Who says this terrible system wasn't, in its own way, highly successful?" --op cit


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