Friday, May 01, 2015



"In Texas, organized paranoids are just another constituency to be serviced." --Charles Pierce (via Hlavaty)

Klingons take Fiume.

"The World of Darkness seemed to understand its workers the way that floating sticks got understood by a river, and studied to splinters, and undone by it." --Karen Russell, Swamplandia! (2011)

Chipper Pew Atoll.

(via mohammed bushra via saladin ahmed on twitter)

La Ronde du Sabbat.

"The Anger That Breaks The Man Into Children, by César Vallejo
Translated from Spanish by Clayton Eshleman and José Rubia Barcia

The anger that breaks the man into children,
that breaks the child into equal birds,
and the bird, afterward, into little eggs;
the anger of the poor
has one oil against two vinegars.

The anger that breaks the tree into leaves,
the leaf into unequal buds
and the bud, into telescopic grooves;
the anger of the poor
has two rivers against many seas.

The anger that breaks the good into doubts,
the doubt, into three similar arcs
and the arc, later on, into unforeseeable tombs;
the anger of the poor
has one steel against two daggers.

The anger that breaks the soul into bodies;
the body into dissimilar organs
and the organ, into octave thoughts;
the anger of the poor
has one central fire against two craters."

circuspunk music.

Tears of a Clown.

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Tuesday, April 28, 2015

weaponized sock-puppets

Sunday, April 26, 2015

the choosing of the womb-door

(via boston. dot com)


Hauntology & regional Gothic in England (thread).

broken & scattered, the way;
whatever gets in the way

anything i wanted bad
i told myself was the way

irresistible falling
you know it is not the way

we swear to get through this if
anyone can find a way

Graywyvern in the midst of
parables made his own way

Tau Ceti again on Centauri Dreams.


Tuesday, April 21, 2015

analphabete soup

Collective Madness.

this illegible night
i don't know how to read it

windknurl · fathomscope broke
& the traffic noise outside

i plow inframyrrh · now
gigadactyl · underneath

Translating Le Grand Palindrome (a little bit).

"And suddenly, as it died, another softer sound succeeded it. A sort of gulpy, gurgly, plobby, squishy, wofflesome sound, like a thousand eager men drinking soup in a foreign restaurant." --P. G. Wodehouse, Blandings Castle and Elsewhere, 1935


"NOT EVERY VILLAGE IS OPEN. NOT EVERY VILLAGE IS STRONG." --Theo Lutz (1959 computer generated)

Runts of 61 Cygni C: the tshirt.

Mesklin & others.

"Counterfeiters exist because there is such thing as real gold." --Rumi

D'ksuban dictionary. (via)

"Competitions are for horses, not artists." --Bartok (via darklyeuphoric on tumblr)


Saturday, April 18, 2015

ozymandias possession

Bosnian tourism.

      (for the Black Rhino)

a cobalt green Fiat
for him a madcap prey

bulldozer · lost octave
savannah wind · gift-horn

go on without doubting

Fueling the fire.

The Harriss Spiral.

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Friday, April 17, 2015


(via Christian Spencer Anderson on Flickr)

    Dallas Gothic 5

Driving out to the edge of town to get a replacement door for our car. Junkyard stretching for miles. Narrow path between. Silence. Then i start to notice all the burnt out hulks. All alike. All the same model as our Pinto. It's like some demon had been dispatched to blow them all up.

"Grabbing a chair, Hemingway attacked Orson, who picked up a chair of his own, sparking a cinematic brawl between two of the great creative geniuses of the 20th century, who duked it out while images of war flickered on a screen behind them."

"The Beginning of the End can feel a lot like the middle when you are living in it." --Karen Russell

Rest of Dallas Gothic.

    "The Lion House

Always the heavy air,
The dreadful cage, the low
Murmur of voices, where
Some Force goes to and fro
In an immense despair.

As through a haunted brain,
With tireless footfalls
The Obsession moves again,
Trying the floor, the walls,
Forever, but in vain.

In vain, proud Force. A might,
Shrewder than yours, did spin
Around your rage that bright
Prison of steel, wherein
You pace for my delight.

And oh, my heart, what Doom,
What mightier Mind has wrought
The cage, within whose room
Paces your burning thought
For the delight of Whom?"

--John Hall Wheelock

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Tuesday, April 14, 2015

like serious pencils

Heavy metal Islam.

"A reason for bed is this, that a decline, any decline is poison, poison is a toe a toe extractor, this means a solemn change. Hanging." --Tender Buttons

Ginza Rebba.

"The docetic Christ of the Gnostics, a phantom Christ, would be more than sufficient to found an invisible church." --Soloviev

Polar cosmology.


    "Dallas Gothic (2)"

Any dark day is sinister in the City of Magnificent Splendors, for it means the chance that these clouds might twist & stretch into the makings of a ravaging tornado. There is a certain greenish light we learn to look for. Even though the last tornado occurrence was years ago, we still watch & wait.

"I happen to be living temporarily in my hometown, Minneapolis, living in a motel with a giant golden styrofoam Gopher."

"Suppose our leading scientists discovered that a meteor, hurtling toward the earth, was set to strike later this century; the governments of the world had less than ten years to divert or destroy it. How would news organizations cover this story? Even in an era of financial distress, they would throw teams of reporters at it and give them the resources needed to follow it in extraordinary depth and detail. After all, the race to stop the meteor would be the story of the century." --Eric Pooley

The Trotsky Joke.

"A crowd of digressions

--Robot X, 179.

    Dallas Gothic: 3

"There was a Dallas urban legend in the 1960s and 70s that led many to believe witches roamed the streets of the city after midnight. The most famous location for their satanic worship ceremonies was between two tall skyscrapers called the Stemmons Towers.

The Stemmons Towers are located along Stemmons Freeway, a major thoroughfare of the city. Probably every high school kid in Dallas in the late 60s and early 70s took at least one midnight cruise by the buildings. These cruises were usually reserved for teen initiations into drill team, drama club, etc. To the unsuspecting youths, as their vehicle slowly entered the business property, there indeed seemed to be a coven of witches gathered at the site. However, in the daylight, the coven was revealed to be a group of three dark, human-sized monolithic sculptures! A mini Stonehenge, if you will.

The Dallas urban legend of the three witches ran so rampant in 1970 that the Dallas Morning News ran a scary story about the false coven, complete with eerie photos of the statues. Unfortunately, the modernistic statues no longer exist. The rumor is that the owner of Stemmons Towers, due to the disruptions caused by all the nocturnal tourists to the property (especially on weekends), removed them in the 1980s." --Dallas Mythbusters ...More. And more.

    Dallas Gothic: 4

Clouds of death.


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