"O brevity of jade gardens!" --Satire: Veritas
"Fugazy" is fugazy. (via @bgzimmer via Mark Saltveit on mastodon )
"Flowers in the Storm (palindrome)
Gasp or draw.
Sail on, game rose.
Gardenia drops.
A gale woven, on we hail:
Hades’ net, steel sleets.
Tense dahlia hewn,
one vowel – a gasp – ordained rage.
Sore magnolias war, drop, sag."
--@Spoonerrhythms
"It was the last good job in America, so it had to be destroyed."
"Burger upon buns in mad pub
An elated art, ah, sin rub!
Elan in ale,
Burnish a trade tale
Nab up? Damn, I snub no pure grub!"
--@LoriWike
"I wonder I have not ever lived eager,
As too far afield I idle here.
Hardened, I wander afoot on iron ore,
Honored now on campus as a sage..."
--David Stephens, Satire: Veritas
The House that Jack Built [#13]--my favorite episode.
"day after day
I search for bedrock
chain and anchor
the distant shore lies gilded
by rays of setting sun"
--Kristy Karkow in Tanka Splendor 2005
"Toad ran home and slammed the door.
There, on the floor, he saw his white, four-holed, big, round, thick button.
'Oh,' said Toad. 'It was here all the time. What a lot of trouble I have made for Frog.' "
--@FrogandToadbot
"...How,
with flayed hand,
shall we pluck the white lyre
that rides the black thorax
of the zika mosquito,
resplendent in her viral robes?"
--Toxicon and Arachne
Little Ayse and the Magic Dwarfs in the Land of Dreams.
if it is already dim
what grows dimmer
carousel of lost fruits
device-agnostic
enveloped
by August suds
nunydjo barja
the Whelk
has it
Moving layers at different speeds.
"ROSES ARE RED (Palindrome)
Wonder erases
or passes,
someway,
my awe.
Mosses, sap...
Roses are red now."
--@Anthony_Etherin
wound solid
sundry ingots
advertize
ostiole moss
"Quod she, shal hee scape thus? shal a stranger geue me the slampam?
With such departure my regal segnorye frumping?"
--Stanyhurst's Aeneid
Farbstreifen / Bedienungsanleitung.
playing Uno as Hawaii burns
though here on dry land into the ocean scram
hordes & principalities like germs
according to the lack of planning's plan
we had a pretty good run & cleared the earth
of lifeforms, min'rals, sundry mountaintops;
struggled amongst ourselves while trash usurps
& found our purpose in pursuit of sloth.
i like to think tomorrow another kind
of game will be in force, but whether or not
the fires leave much besides, i yet indite
as if the days had not by dust been pawned,
& motley made the weed of the mappëmunde
small SENSE
these days ELECT
guru in NEHRU
among the salmon running · SCROD
ETUDE
It's the sound of your world collapsing.
"No bedlam now lived among.
No sadness -- send a song." --Satire: Veritas
Adjacently aqueous aberration.
"WINE (Palindrome by Pairs)
New ink riddles.
O, stir this thirst!
So led, drink wine."
--@Anthony_Etherin
with DEATH
sense is EXTRA
your desert salt ATTIC
only to parry one more TRICK
with HACKS
Lick.
tide tourney of shadows
attuned to unicorn
rainbow splatter writing
if a ringtone lingers
it's dawn-shards & shindig
They say pivot, we say fulcrum.
It still haunts me every night.
"I'm ultra for a style malign. In Rome a toga was worn, even." --Satire: Veritas
always leave a trace
in your tourney of shadows
this funereal tryst
always leave a trace
the world's own albatross
prince of thin maladies
always leave a trace
in your tourney of shadows
"What we did to the earth, we did to our daughters..."
"The Nevermore-To-Be
Lady, be the chatelaine
Of my vagrant dreams and vain:
Knowing naught is true and fair
Save the love that is despair,
In thy heart's withholden visne
Share with me the might-have-been,
Weave with me the sorcery
Of the nevermore-to-be.
Lady, let us pluck delight
Only from a forfeit night,
From the bedded myrtles strewn
'Neath a never-risen moon.
From the coil of years made free
In the climes of reverie,
Flee we to the phantom Troy
Of a time-forbidden joy.
Lady, be the chatelaine
Of my vagrant dreams and vain:
Be thou true and be thou kind
To the love we shall not find—
Sweet as aught the sirens sang:
Tome shall bring no dearer pang
Nor a mightier sorcery
Than the nevermore-to-be."
--Clark Ashton Smith
"This house I sleepwalk through is part jazz, part aspic."
"Rude, durable rats, inward drawn..." --Satire: Veritas
Random glitchwave on an old hard drive 🌊 💾.
"I talk radical, pontifical, misallied,
Or heterodox alfaki religion."
--Satire: Veritas
As seen from a passenger plane.
“One wave courses from this side
The other from that, and we in the middle
Are tossed about in a black ship”
τὸ μὲν γὰρ ἔνθεν κῦμα κυλίνδεται,
τὸ δ’ ἔνθεν, ἄμμες δ’ ὂν τὸ μέσσον
νᾶϊ φορήμμεθα σὺν μελαίναι
#Alcaeus via @sentantiq
the paperclip fact'ry
unmakes the world
no other aim than vict'ry
the paperclip fact'ry
insane stands sentry
each brisk tool you'd wield
the paperclip fact'ry
unmakes the world
Galactic Coordinates #9
R༙྇A༙྇ 1༙྇1༙྇1༙྇m༙྇ |༙྇ D༙྇e༙྇c༙྇ +༙྇9༙྇°༙྇ 9༙྇′༙྇ 9༙྇″༙྇
☈ The Lost Towers.
"Maori paths I pass alive." --Satire: Veritas
Wise men saving the book of tegodego from a burning library.
snug & raw was i
ere i saw war & guns
quite the smug Pharisee
snug & raw was i
on the Champs Élysées
lost myself in looter bargains
snug & raw was i
ere i saw war & guns
"I tried very much to write Flora Segunda in the tradition of a dime novel."
"Thus, 707 begins and ends with 7: the latter encircles the central abyss of 0." --The Number and the Siren
"There is an emotional bend around which you cannot go if you want to continue to be reasonably sane."
pay me in Hong Kong dollars
on the shore of the billabong
when you run out of healers
pay me in Hong Kong dollars
most plush of empty space fillers
when whisper is the choicest bung
pay me in Hong Kong dollars
on the shore of the billabong
"At the time of the harvest
Ruined Urakami Cathedral
Deep sorrow"
--Shuoshi Mizuhara
「麦秋の中なるが悲し聖廃墟」水原秋櫻子 via
Consensus, like the commons, does have its centrifugal force: but hardly anyone can be brought to see that it is a matter of preserving the possibility of justice, that we maintain it.
"The Process
how much more
will I see
or see again:
the problem
hurts. I have
no eyes to
see it, no
flesh or time
to see it
through. A day
walks from sun
to shadow
on grass wet
from a last
sweet rain. It
solves itself
outside me
in the air.
I am with
the old men
watching one
spring go out."
--Robert Kelly
Coffeemaker. (via @sentantiq)
More here. An essay on translating Celan into Japanese.
“Promised Land
Dispart the frost-white boughs, and lo!
The world of winter, mile on mile;
Wind-wavy seas of unplumbed snow,
Then endless peaks and one defile.
The high elect would fear to cross
Those wastes unconquerable, ideal:
There lies your path; count all as loss,
Cast armour by, lay down your steel;
For you shall walk the sheer gulf’s brink,
Through glass-blue caves all brittle spars
And flaws. Thereafter you shall sink,
Snowblind in slush, beneath the stars.”
–-Charles Spear
"In fact, two of the seven volumes of his Gesammelte Werke are devoted entirely to translation."
“In some old, forgotten place
in the ruins of a bell tower,
a lonely whispering
disturbs the silence: someone
is composing a lullaby.”
— Ailbhe Ní Ghearbhuigh, Babel (vai @zaharaesque)
Pseudo motivational art quote.
