Thursday, April 27, 2017

the penguin that hated the gods


There's more of Browning in Stevens than either would like to admit.

Arcs, sets, circles.

modernity
set tumbling
like a broken helicopter

the mind reels
having seen two inches

The guardians of Richardson's China Town.

"But there was also a part of his mind which was always escaping from his control and playing tricks; fixing on his memory meaningless things as if they were symbols, and then haunting him with them as mysteries." --Chesterton

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Wednesday, April 26, 2017

say no to this mountain


(via @saladinahmed)

William Dobell.

the book of stern remembrance is a poisoned book
sunrise flicks · like rice away
the orange klones go flying by, the clouds remain
won king is a sign i know

glaciers calve where there's no human desire to look
but nothing happens in the show
the orange klones go flying by · we circle the drain
won king is a sign i know

Some good Harry Crews stories.

"I recently had occasion to look up the Dakota name for Minneapolis' Lake Calhoun (which was restored to some degree after it was determined that Calhoun isn't the greatest personage to memorialize). I was delighted to learn that the Dakota name for nearby Lake Harriet translates to, 'The other lake." --Autumnheart on Metafilter


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Tuesday, April 25, 2017

newspaper taxi


Spongebob in Outer Space.

outside the bubble
shrunken
to a TV vanishing

no big news?
nothing to tell

of our drawn-out foundering?

The end of religious hipsterism.


(pic by scooter smith on fb)

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Monday, April 24, 2017

rainproof nun hiccup


Metamorphoses.

the globe twirls
leaves stripped from the trees
on the table
irises

wrong kind of pickles
say the bells of don rickles

a drumming on the roof
for thirty minutes

Skoda jokes (one of many! e.g.).

One time i was in the mountains in an old car, & i had pulled over because the engine was overheating. Suddenly i heard a violent thrashing in the underbrush and, fearing a bear, i jumped inside and rolled the windows up. a few minutes later, a regular sized armadillo emerged from the bushes.

How to remove scratches from a hardwood floor.

"You can jump into the fire
but you'll never be free"

--Harry Nilsson

Explaining Gudetama.

"I didn't agree with his actions as a president at the time, but now that he's retired I'd love to sit down for a beer and talk poetry with Radovan Karadžić!" --Deece B J Pancake on Metafilter


(painted by an elephant named Khankluay)

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Friday, April 21, 2017

the devil's backwash


(Leopoldo Mendez, "Deportacion a la muerte" [Deportation to death], 1942, via)

White noise, electric storm.

feverish years
what did we accomplish
save vast ruination

unable to thread the needle
of a time without witnesses
& we forget what snakes
panic chirrup of noun

are poisonous:

scattered, whirled

"This was always the role that Alt-America has played: a refuge for people who reject factual reality, a place where they can convene and reassure one another in the facticity of their fabricated version of how the world works."


(pic by michael puttonen on fb)

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Thursday, April 20, 2017

dwindling track


The Moon, turning.

sand written on
then effaced
death's echo
& in small things doubled

ring, ring, a knocking
by robots or the newly dead
dim day & flow
of the mingled nitrogen ices

The art of corporeal vulnerability.


(via bobby beeman on fb)

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cfipyboyg


Conlang generator thread.

a kind of filter they don't make anymore
notes to myself from some earlier time
at night the statue of Lao Tse illumined in purple

drink that changes color
& taste
you don't need a picture of ev'rything

in all the empty houses
one phone, & then another rings

Proverbs of a She-Dandy.


(via lanny quarles on fb)

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Tuesday, April 18, 2017

turabian nights


(via)

Worldbuilding videos thread.

the banks of sports lights
unlit at dawn
sound of a bird
here, there
our talcum oil
i moult ocular
or mutual coil
the banks of sports lights

"I also don't believe in poetry contests, and I resent the fact that this is what I, and other less-well-known poets, must do to even come close to getting just a chapbook published."

"Like alabaster, but of starrier stone..." --Nimrod

Poem Composed Entirely From the First Lines of Poems by Emily Dickinson.


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