Thursday, August 17, 2017

We marinate watermelon for the bisons and the elk


How final are the vain regrets
though they be few, & hard to hold;
blank bowlers in those mad Magrittes
--how final. Are the vain regrets
teachers, clues, mere plumbous ingots?
Kernels anyway, stern-hulled:
how final are the vain. Regrets
though they may be, few & hard to hold.


Why is it neo-nazis are always people who would have been the first to be eliminated under a real nazi eugenicist regime?


Wednesday, August 16, 2017

sub la ponto

"I get a sense of Phillips’s musical sensibility when, as we chat, he places on the table a special hourglass that he commissioned. Its blue sand takes precisely four minutes 33 seconds to fall – a homage to John Cage’s silent piece of music of the same duration."

"This was a time of waiting, of marking time till ready, of not knowing what to expect or what to want either for yourself or for the world, private triumph or failure lost in the world's failure." --Dawn Powell, A Time to be Born (1942)

Dennis Cooper on Kristeva.


Tuesday, August 15, 2017


"...the world goes to shambles in the murky corners of night, and we trust a little bell to set it right again." --Jedediah Berry, The Manual of Detection (2009)

"I don't believe a word of it, and neither should you."

heart only beats once a
thimble textured moon
qua spitsticker thump
from a new pothole opened

the gradual tattering
of a bookmark
on its spiral path

ordalic minifridge
my eyes lost
in the sky's details
for a precious second

"The tragedy of writing was that its hiding place was its habitat, those secret and inaccessible desert places we seek to violate, like tombs, for miracles we'd have but can only blaspheme in the touching." --Alexander Theroux, Darconville's Cat (1981)


Monday, August 14, 2017

rabbit proof philosophy

Archie vs Predator.

God loves sherbets
silver in the waterproof death
excited moon even at his discretion
no cold yew to export overnight

concatenation doing Panzer
against red Meissen efforts
Waterloo dense in spring
eyes a meathook

and sweet now set
roosting clouds in arms
no protection skirts turning
blue face or grid exhausted
you'll never get to heaven if you
drive like that
did your mentors tell you how to
a Democrat


Sunday, August 13, 2017

impurest vent

Allegiance to a tort insult.

thinking through the Cthulhucene:
pirate crew, the Cthulhucene

vaster than empires, more obtuse
& vainly we brew the Cthulhucene

each of us contrives alone
in masses through the Cthulhucene

cascading tragedies impinge
but lend no clue: the Cthulhucene

Graywyvern tried to tell but you
already knew the cthulhucene

Black illumination.


Saturday, August 12, 2017

hangman inly

pinnacle tower
with an unyielding backwards scoriac flow
recants stye

rogue swarm perhaps or swerve finalized
start whisper rampage unless
bubblewrap and hyaline

pitfall · nether flume adorn district
and against
abatement raster

scorn skewwhiff tweak sad from education as
is Icarian
wonk grimace finding later

eclipsed offering slowly folding
aware frozen seeming · Acropolis dank
and starving

aspire ostiole stammer
by best brogue

King David and the Spiders from Mars.


Friday, August 11, 2017

frater etarf

waiting to see
while the midnight minutehand quivers

attempting normalcy
waiting to see

in peeks from out our frangible fantasy
no spark of thought delivers

waiting to see
while the midnight minutehand quivers