Friday, July 31, 2015

yannu asairovestayata


(via The Satanic Temple - Detroit Chapter on Facebook)

"In so far as this book is a biography, it is a bibliobiography. And in so far as it is an autobiography, it is a heterobiography." --John L Llewelyn, Departure from Logic (2012)

The Victorian Hugos: 1892.

"I have seen ambition without
understanding in a variety of forms."

--Marianne Moore

Women Crime Writers of the 40s and 50s.

"...but how are we to know
which visitor is friendly...and which might be an enemy?"

--Gooberz


(via Purple Cover on Facebook)

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Tuesday, July 28, 2015

go wet a scotsman

High Castle.


(via)

Victor Jara thread.

"He had reckoned from childhood on outlawry as his peculiar birthright." --The Education of Henry Adams

Strandbeests.


Canny comments-thread, to a goofy guitar listicle.

"Nothing in the world of J-Pop now sounds like Shibuya-kei....Shibuya-kei was not just 'Western music made by Japanese people' — it was obscure Western music made by Japanese people." --W David Marx on Neojaponisme blog

Fun Moorcock update.


"The tongueless dooms which dog the travelling suns..." --Clark Ashton Smith

Knowledge or Certainty.

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Tuesday, July 21, 2015

lagoon yogi


(via delinquentes, via sweetspider on tumblr)

"... its a historical genre, right? The periods when the line blurs between the missing and the dead. i think about Chile."

Handcuffed to the hardcore
havoc where sting lingers
doublure blooming arid
obliquely 'midst secrets,
tarn. Tank Man this morning
attempts no such 'demption.

Pluto truthers.


(via bauhaus movement on fb)

Number-one pencils.

Auden amends an old poem
no oily agog ochre.
This mission must end in death
on the far, frozen taiga.
Agony igloo i urn
with the rest of our sand fjord:
the most perilous disease
is shyness about the plague.

Square Kufic.


(via @xeni via @leebillings on twitter)

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Monday, July 20, 2015

sultan pumpkin


"The cult of the pristine took hold among a small group of people trying to slow the relentless march of scorched-earth resource extraction in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, to throw bodies on the workings of the machine. These dissenters later hardened their positions, like any outgunned rebel army." --Jesse Lichtenstein

Deep Pluto.

Where Pluto wones
some snow of air may fall;
its coruscating scroll
write sericons.
Our gaze descends
upon the pallid plain:
a razor'd terrapin
with smirk parades.
So lonely truth
these billion miles will reach...
meanwhile here but hooch
in us plants teeth.

"I look to theory only..."


(via Todd Scheet on Fb)

Just the right amount of wrong.

"What I really want is to be transported into a space in which everything is as distinct, complete, and intelligible as in the stories I read." --Eva Hoffman

Saving N|uu.

"...the Beat poets were translated into Romanian under Communism, but most mentions of freedom was translated as nature, and any longer discussions of personal freedom were translated as being about the emancipation of the workers." --Sam Riviere


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Wednesday, July 15, 2015

implanted hour


(via)

"It was a copy editor who put the hyphen in Moby-Dick." --Mary Norris

Project Semicolon.

"And all its savage multitudinous crags" --Nimrod

Tripping.

The secrets of Sad Satan.

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Tuesday, July 14, 2015

the three stigmata of donald trump


(via)

         "The Three Stigmata of Donald Trump"

"...As though by some great shock
The earth should to its very centre yawn,
And all the infernal world and pallid realms
Hateful to gods disclosed, and from above
The drear abyss unbared, within whose deeps
The trembling ghosts shrink from the light let in..."

--Cranch's Virgil, VIII.

    1.
diet of consequences
a bad smell from the drain
nine years in flight
growing nearer to a miracle
fathoms
into
like a story i went back to
& rewrote with me in it

    2.
in this passage to PLUTO
the maze subLUNAR

dusky fathoms to UNTIE
burning on the last TAIGA

my wood & my OREAD

    3.
without he have diamonds to begin
gossamer meringue

a complicated hour
after some simple ones

this is a slope i can take
merging

with the eye-filled walls

    4.
40 billion miles
& it still runs
this old machine

blue letters
on a red background

shameless
in the latter days of the law
towers lost in haze

the antelucan darg
for spells & then the bus ride

lipitor dero
a taste
for certain shades of olive

training
over the same spot

puzzle at
verbal fossils
the moon that never leaves the sky

when the left lane is filled
till it blocks the lane through

scraps & shards
i'd gather while out on a walk
sourceless cooking smells

was this the hill
where a premonition saved my life

the winding path
a labyrinth not a maze
destined encounter

a dragonfly changes course
as if invisibly jerked

    5.
breakdown
of my own repairs
halcyon
hour after sunrise
in the wildwood
groves

hard creatures
for a harsh land
no one will brake for you

dark spectrum
alien rehab
spraypaint stencil sign

sleepy fox
with oversize ears

my geometry
is not your geometry

bring aluminum jackets back

    6.
a dark place for the magic to work reign of dying children
the line won't wait for me
already at nine it's steaming
the old songs
withhold comment

& Pluto's visage clearer
than ever
except when we would dream

on our winding street in shade
the flags not taken down
people out walking or jogging
as i hit the final stretch
i look out for rabbits


    7.
slimeroad
crystal fire trail
cylindrical wedge
a slight lapse in attention
delivers you
to the mossy brink
monochrome landscape
warring dualities barrage
with angry words
like pinwheels of light
burrowing inward

    8.
mad coffee scientist
& the radio mutters
& the tyres sing
what have i done today
halcyon muggy morn
collate textures
construct no meaning
put the shift into neutral to rest
& plan
to print a big portrait of pluto
when it gets here

    9.
sword of pestilence
the three luminous stigmata
of donald hairpiece trump
come to hover
like an odilon redon eye
in the air over gotham city
elexia jebidà
pour les nuls
more images of elephants
than actual elephants
a ratio
that will only increase with time
burning the engrams
remembered
in the stones of mala strana

    10.
back-lit spray
pale at the side of the road
i come closer
see sep'rate sprinklers
stub of a conversation today
about face blindness
flits through my mind

    11.
kerb much hems her revs
hypatia
at the edge of the dog days
in the novel by kingsley

learning how
i thread my way

    12.
under the sign of pluto
close-up photos of the storm

sweating in the backroom
a/c of little avail

no more fantasy saviors
only guns, plus the willingness to use them

nil klingon ill
nitrogen ice-rimmed craters

we were all more optimistic then

    13.
more than phantom world
in the tutelary dark
a very long time

we bring you our underworld
on bastille day · our dark names


(via)

"We’ve never had an opportunity to observe what really happens during winter on Pluto because it was springtime on the icy world when it was discovered in 1930."

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Friday, July 10, 2015

color-negative confederate flag


Jeff the Killer.

"Turned from such over-luscious honey-clot" --Browning

She-guardian.

" 'We could always make another world,' said Welkin reasonably.
    'Certainly, but this one is our testing...' "
            --"Sky," R A Lafferty, in: Nebula Award Stories Seven (1973)

Planet Pluto.


(via giphy dot com)

The Great Texas Airship Mystery.

One of the youths whom my wife volunteers with has made a unique suggestion on how to handle the vexing neuter singular personal pronoun issue. He proposes that we continue with using "they" & "their" & "them" in speech as we already do, but spell them "thiy" & "thir" & "thim" in writing--thus eliminating ambiguity where it counts.

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