Monday, October 14, 2013

a fistful of slosh


"He feels the breaking surge and howling wind,
But most he feels the tempest in his mind." --Hoole's Ariosto

1.
clouded wish
for chiming uppermost
shadowless
onslaught of shadows

2.
the old songs
so full of pity
not quite skidding
in the morning drizzle

my good moves & my bad
swell the one record
which is not a map
of injury
of green yellow or red precipitation
of words taken up & then laid aside
as insufficient

to the moment's loss

3.
on the salt plain
spook-companioned
no coilname blurt
& there will be looking back
from a peace vantage

though none of this
will have been saved


(via io9)

"We cannot accept the currently popular blend of German Idealism, mathematics, empirical science, and Halloweenish mood music as the future of continental thought." --Graham Harman

"Maggot Brain" covered by Gov't mule.

"The last days of empire are carnivals of folly." --Chris Hedges

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