( via / via )

Eliza & after. His book.

"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

Apparition.

"Perspective really is the comic element in things." --G K Chesterton

Chesterton on Blake. (via @aliner)

( via / via )

Alina's writing resource page.

"Frog made a fresh pot of tea. He sat down and began a story." --@FrogandToadbot

In the laundromat.

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 .

( via / via )

Uninhabitable.

so long among strangers
prey to strange tides
the loss of it injures
so long among strangers
we are tourists & lodgers
in painful bent attitudes
so long among strangers

prey to strange tides

⬜️🟣.

""cuckoo singing
shrouded in mist
rolls along"

--@poem_exe 2-18-16

EVER̷̛̼Y̅̐D̦AY 💋.

( via / via )

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)

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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)

Mysterious gases.

"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

Dead Pixel Party.

( via / via via Mefi )

Goodnight Sweetheart.

"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)

( via via feuilleton / via )

The Path playlist.

one does not need
so many songs
the thing so important to teach me
with silence & the barren sun
i came at last to understand
one does not need
so many songs

𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜🕝⚡️.

"O lost solitary
Argonaut."

--Satire: Veritas

"The mythical guardian-spirit of southern England’s largest and wildest moor had been raised from his sleep to defend Dartmoor from the greedy."

( via / via )

Driving in San Carlos.

" 'Mid hollow charnel let me watch the flame
Of taper dim, shedding a livid glare
O'er the wan heaps..."

--Thomas Warton

Grin.

protections stripped
for that last scrape of meat
on the public bone

in the helter-skelter
who will notice

my lie goes viral

"Pynchon’s Surrealism is like Varo’s, not the poetry of haphazard collisions but a thing of stylised figures in a world where hidden meanings may be present but also reluctant to reveal themselves."

( via / via )

Doomed Market.

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

E͛ͤVEͮRͣY͋D͈̈Aͧ̾Yͭ 🤡.

"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

You still make me melt.

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Mechanisms.

"Let the dull artist puzzling rules explore" --Savage

Hurricane Hillary in Mexico.

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.

Barren Thoughts.

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Rain pouring down the escalators.

rapt parrot auroras
riding shotgun tidepools
dill pickle a duckwalk

in the doomscroll tumored
scrimshaw of neume nimbus

New profile pic.

"Part raptor,
Rapt parrot,
Part rapture..."

--Satire: Veritas

St George + Dragon.

( via / via )

"When asked his own definition of poetry, N. H. Pritchard uttered guttural, bestial, primitive grunts and groans."

"O daft fados!" --Satire: Veritas

Telorance.

"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.

( via / nada tzirre gordon on fb )

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

The eye of the iceberg.

"neon shapes

her

silhouette"

--R G Rader

Fantasies of Gods and Cyborgs.

( via / via )

We are all born of water.

"winter wind

cigar ashes

back on the bum’s coat"

--R G Rader via Ahapoetry

Metamorfosi.

"Ah! what avails the curious search sustain'd,
The finish'd toil, the godlike Science gain'd?
Sentenc'd to flames th' expansive wisdom fell,
And truth from Heav'n was sorcery from Hell."

--Richard Savage

I worry the next gust of wind will blow me away.🍃.

( via / via )

Spanish synagogue.

"...O so time
Edits a pastime so real!"

--Satire: Veritas

"I’ve pointedly told them: 'Why are you agreeing with me on something I’m plainly wrong about?' " (via @zaharaesque)

vector, node, old concrete
clang of centipedes wrecked
make hymn fictive-anchored
as ductile shimmers convect

From the bottom of the sea.

( via / via )

Fabric transformations.

hour of fumble faro
affordances quisling
light in the ort atlas
after flicker victims
kindle the large landing
alert inward pinwheels
as though quorum therefrom

Black & white landscape.

"the woodpecker
the bell of transience
the tree will be cut
lunar eclipse"

--@poem_exe 12-4-15

This is where I met you.

( v. p. crowe on fb / via via mefi )

Several spirits.

"...a namer of ebony, allied opals..." --Satire: Veritas

Ogie's Revenge.

not long
king of the cats
not long & all unknown

party on the hunt for ghosts
will not find them

lost the alphabet

Stachebone X Surrealism.

( pic by kim dot dammit via fb memories 2014 / via )

Writing to the Unborn.

"glowing gold
over blood-red water
in our pond
my muses of the night
hot fish and a carp moon"

--an'ya

"Where is the motherworld?"

"Toad stayed in the bed, and Frog stayed in the closet.

They stayed there for a long time, just feeling very brave together." --@FrogandToadbot

Blaze.RAD.

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When Mussolini Laid His Pistol Down.

"In a cold, lone, mossy bastille
Cell. It's a bare, venal room--"

--Satire: Veritas

WxT+a.

雨に打たれている間は雨が好き。ポケットにあるはずの鍵がない

"I like the rain while I'm being hit by the rain. I don't have the key that should be in my pocket" (via)

Continuum #137.

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Hot August night.

"Covering Two Years

This nothingness that feeds upon itself:
Pencils that turn to water in the hand,
Parts of a sentence, hanging in the air,
Thoughts breaking in the mind like glass,
Blank sheets of paper that reflect the world
Whitened the world that I was silenced by.

There were two years of that. Slowly,
Whatever splits, dissevers, cuts, cracks, ravels, or divides
To bring me to that diet of corrosion, burned
And flickered to its terminal.--Now in an older hand
I write my name. Now with a voice grown unfamiliar,
I speak to silences of altered rooms,
Shaken by knowledge of recurrence and return."

--Weldon Kees

"Each of the eight color bands was drawn with a different felt tip pen from the 80s."

"Word of the Day: ELAQUEATE (v.) to set free from a knot or snare, to disentangle" --@HaggardHawks

You People Freak Me Out.