Wednesday, October 29, 2014

temporary shores

(via blogs dot esa dot int)

Slavic witchhouse.

just deserts

the pumpkin spice latte


angry worm

Mysterioso violin/mormon/dubstep thread.

""They had fought a lot about this, how to get themselves out of what they had taken to calling the impasse, which was their inability to figure out why they continued to write poetry in a time when poetry seemed not to matter, and when their attempts to collaborate with one or maybe two or maybe four hands in order to break through this impasse continued to fail. They had said to each other that they didn't want to write any more poems that demonstrated their adept use of irony and book smarts to communicate their knowing superiority to capitalism. And they didn't want to write any more poems that narrated their pseudoedgy sexual exploits in a way to suggest that such exploits were somehow in and of themselves political. And they didn't want to write any more poems that made people feel sad or guilty or go oh no. But still, it was hard for them to figure out what to do with poetry in a time when 19.5 acres were required to sustain their first-world lifestyles, not to mention that within the 19.5 acres were the deaths and devastation from the mining, oil, natural gas, and nuclear industries, the deaths and torture from the policies of their government, the rising acidity of the ocean, the effects of climate change on populations without access to the equivalent of 19.5 acres of resources. And rather than provoking in them the desire to write more poems, this sense of futility, further aggravating their anger and shame, instead infected them..." --David Buuck & Juliana Spahr, An Army of Lovers, qtd in Eileen Tabios interview on Arduity

Kind of a vaporwave retrospective.

"For Techno, Dusseldorf is the Mississippi Delta." --Kodwo Eshun

Sarcastic Chuvash loanword in Mari.

" seemed always to be marked by contingency, and it was often found in liminal contexts."

"also, and I feel this is related, and I've told this before, but a friend found herself to be kind of a romantic clown bait. She kept falling in love with clowns. Then she met this wall street trader, and she was relieved, and then after a couple of dates they went up to his place, and were about to have sex when she saw pictures of the dude in clown garb on the wall. The guy was a clown on the DL" --angrycat on metafilter

The Snark Wars.

"Our leaders are like 19th Century Germans who had lost religion of whom Nietzsche said, ‘they merely register their existence in the world with a kind of dumb amazement'."


Monday, October 27, 2014

after the singularity

(pic by Nadav Kander from flowers gallery dot com, via bldgblog)

"I wish my black cats came from pacts with the Devil, and that they could speak a language I could understand. But they are not familiars, and all I have is the opaque affective communication of our intersubjective relation."

"We treat desire as a problem to be solved, address what desire is for and focus on that something and how to acquire it rather than on the nature and the sensation of desire, though often it is the distance between us and the object of desire that fills the space in between with the blue of longing." --Rebecca Solnit

"English lacks a good word to describe this type of specialist, but we don't have to reach far to find one: the Russian word for it is sanitar."

"The studies surrounding Alcoholics Anonymous are some of the most convoluted, hilariously screwed-up research I have ever seen. They go wrong in ways I didn’t even realize research could go wrong before." --Slate Star Codex

Haiku from the Zombie Apocalypse.

"We are so divided at the roots, we are so separated at the very starting-places of thought, that a religion can no longer be a hobby. A religion must be something either holy or horrible." --GK Chesterton

"The heart has another army, which is knowledge..." --al Ghazali

From the Edge of Language.


Thursday, October 23, 2014

lord foul's barn

(part of judd's installation/museum in marfa, pic by jwsherman on flickr)

     "An A to Z of China Miéville

A is for Antlion
AKA Myrmeleontidae larvae. If you're American, they're 'doodlebugs', but that's too whimsical a name for these terrifying predators. They hide buried at the bottom of conical sand traps they dig steep enough that insects within slide ineluctibly into the antlion's awful jaws (as fictionalised, with gusto, in Lindsay Gutteridge's great work of scale-shifting wonder Cold War in a Country Garden). (See E is for Eruchthonousness.)

B is for Brond
A 1987 Channel 4 drama, based on the book by Fredric Lindsey, unaccountably unreleased on DVD, despite starring Stratford Johns and a young John Hannah, and being, insofar as dreamlike bewildered reminiscences can be trusted, very weird and surprisingly good. Sort of surreal political thriller with an intensely shocking opening scene, and a killer theme tune: 'Secret Ceremony' by Bill Nelson. (After 1 minute 15 seconds, it starts to go all noodlynoodly jazz, but the first minute is wonderful).

C is for Crosshatching
This term has been adopted by the great John Clute to describe two or more overlaid realities. It's an excellent metaphoric deployment, but the original usage is pretty uncanny too. In the field of pen-&-ink art, crosshatching is the representation of differing shadows by the overlaying of thin lines at various angles. It exists in artistic traditions around the world, throughout history. It's an everyday miracle, the exploitation of imperfections in human visual perception to make depth out of two dimensions simply by drawing lines in different directions. (See R is for Reid.)

D is for Dessalines
Jean-Jacques Dessalines, born a slave, one of the leaders of the great Haitian Revolution that overthrew slavery. Today much ink is still spilt to stress that race is a social construct, not biological fact. It's humbling that such arguments were won two centuries ago, when, in his 1805 constitution, Dessalines committed one of the outstanding historic acts of subversion against a racist/racial order, insisting that all Haitians 'shall hence forward be known only by the generic appellation of "Blacks"' - and included as 'black' were those whites, such as Germans and Polish troops, who had fought for the revolution.

E is for Eruchthonousness & Exabyssalism
The cultural weight of many horror-inflected denizens of earth or water is not derived only from their subsurface existence, but has its vanishing point in that submergedness's momentary cessation at the point of predation - the breach. The bad numinous of sandworms and antlions, great whites and the trout that tries to eat Jeremy Fisher culminates in those brief hungry emergences-into-light. Thus describing the former two as 'telluric' or 'chthonic', the latter as 'aquatic' or 'submarine' is, while true, inadequate. Such dryland breachers would better be described as eruchthonous; the wet as exabyssal. (See A is for Antlion; P is for Pike.)

F - Flukerise
The annual Anglo-Dutch board-game convention Spelfest has distinguished itself from competitors with a growing reputation for experimentalism and an avant-garde approach to design. Its competition Flukerise exemplifies this. Over the days of the event, random game pieces - cards, dice of all shapes, pawns, figurines, tiddlywinks, whatever - are donated by players of the hundreds of ongoing games of all varieties. At dawn on the penultimate day, six competitors receive equal-sized scoops of this mix of ludic clutter. From that point they have until sundown the following day to design and name a boardgame that uses every one of the pieces they've been stochastically allotted. At deadline, these games are played throughout the room, while the Spelfest attendees wander from table to table, gauging gameplay. They vote for the winner, whose game is professionally produced. (Usually this is in a limited run for enthusiasts, but Flukerise has also thrown up enduring classics like Xento! and Monkeyshell. The latter, was in fact the runner-up in 1981, but who now remembers the winner, Slate Hunt Jingo?)

G is for Gladio
Not only the Italian organisation of that name, but the whole NATO complex of secret armies set up after WW2. The extraordinary sordid history of these 'anti-Soviet' and 'anti-subversion' organisations - encompassing collaboration with Nazis and fascists, terrorism, illicit surveillance, murders, corruption - is a handy corrective any time one is momentarily lulled by the protestations of leaders of soi-disant 'civilised' states as to their civilisation.

H is for Holi
On a recent trip to India I encountered for the first time the festival of Holi, which people celebrate by chucking coloured water and powder at each other. At the end of a day's partying people wander happily home as dappled and multicoloured as an artist's smock. The UK is, thankfully and fabulously, a syncretic place, for the most part cheerfully mongrel in its attitudes to food, culture, and so on. Please can we all have Holi?

I is for Intricate Beast

J is for Jess
A strap that fastens to the leg of a hawk or falcon, and to which a leash can be attached. The item seems ridiculously semiotically overdetermined, and it's mildly surprising that it hasn't yet operated as an organising metaphor for a literary novel about someone feeling constrained in their relationship.

K is for Kondratiev
The existence of the long-term waves of economic activities named for Nikolai Kondratiev is still debated. Even among those who believe in them, the causes are controversial. Without taking sides on either question, 'Kondratiev wave' might - though it would probably make economists wince - be a useful analogy for any long, slow, relentless repetitive trend up and down and up again. (Kondratiev waves of literary fashion, for example, or sexual mores, or whatever.)

L is for Lutens
Serge Lutens makes perfumes that unman me. (Not much to achieve, admittedly.) 'Fille En Aiguilles' is like roughhousing with an uncouth, sexy, androgynous pine spirit.

M is for Mekurya
Obviously one starts from the position that the saxophone is always a mistake. But one of the best things ever is having our own givens overturned. 'Antchi Hoye' by the magnificent Ethiopian saxophonist Getatchew Mekurya belief-beggaringly anneals dangerous urgency with ecstatic trance.

N is for Notebook
The perfect pocket notebook appears not to exist. Has to be tough but flexible. Moleskin of course a non-starter (inadequate paper stock, poor quality cover, insufferable advertising campaign). The Ciak's a decent 2nd best, but the paper's too variable, the leather isn't turned in at the edges, and the elastic band is horizontally oriented which feels wrong. The Cartesio has a nicer flex, a vertical band and is another good b-lister, but the paper isn't top notch, and just doesn't like fountain pens enough. Smythson paper is fantastic, if nervous-makingly thin, but they insist on printing asinine slogans on the front of their books, and they refuse to stop colouring their paper blue (which no). The droolsomely perfect paper, in size, shape, ivory-colour and opacity, exists in the Rhodia webnotebook (so long as you get the newer 90gsm batch, not the earlier 80gsm). However, their decision to print 'Rhodia' on the bottom right of each recto page is infuriating and intrusive, and the cover is inflexible and not leather. The search goes on.

O is for Octopus
The towering culmination of all animal life.

P is for Pike
William Hope Hodgson was not the only body-builder-cum-pulp-visionary-purveyor-of-underwater-monstrosities. In 1982, Cliff Twemlow, 'the Orson Welles of Salford', who combined all that with being a film-maker, actor, musician and bouncer, published 'The Pike', about a giant killer fish in lake Windermere. There've been two attempts to turn it into a film. Neither came to anything. The first, however, got far enough that a giant robot pike was built in the early '80s. On the project's collapse, the mechanical beast was, apparently, relocated to a museum of robotics in Japan. Which museum and whether or not it is still in operation are harder facts to ascertain, let alone what shape the model's in. I choose to believe it is in perfect working order, and is waiting for me. That robot fish is my grail. (See E is for Exabyssal)

Q is for Quitting
Nothing wrong with it.

R is for Reid
For 'Faceache', above all, but also for 'Fudge the Elf', 'Jonah', and his magnificent interactive 'World-Wide Weirdies' and 'Creepy Creations'. Ken Reid - comic artist, genius. (See C is for Crosshatching.)

S is for Surpeti or Shrutibox
An Indian instrument. The simplest manual version is a wooden box. The player plays it by working an internal bellows, which is done with a flap that takes up one side of the box. To put it another way, the player endlessly opens and closes the lid of a box and lets out a mesmerising, unvarying drone. Epic Pandora win.

T is for Trail-Smelter Arbitration
In 1938 and 1941 (wheels grind slow), a special tribunal ruled that the fumes of a smelter in Trail, British Columbia, had caused damage in the American state of Washington. Deciding as it did that 'no State has the right to use or permit the use of its territory in such a manner as to cause injury by fumes in or to the territory of another or the properties or persons therein', this decision has been used since as an excuse for attacking almost any enemy on almost any grounds (including the 1989 invasion of Panama and the 2006 Israeli onslaught on Lebanon). This isn't to blame this particular decision: in its absence, the legal apparatchiks of powerful nations would be perfectly able to find other justifications. It is, however, interesting to see specific examples of the tendentious and virtuoso juridical reasonings of empire.

U is for Under My Roof
Sometimes a book comes along the not-better-known-ness of which bewilders us. Nick Mamatas's bildungrsoman Under My Roof should be a modern YA classic, being totally charming, smart as hell, politically sharp without being preachy, hilarious and touching. If you're one of the great majority of humanity who haven't yet picked up this tale of telepathic teenagers and backyard Mutually Assured Destruction, please do so. (But NB: there's an important erratum on page 147 of the Soft Skull edition. There should be a line-break-and-asterisks, indicating a shift of narrator, before the line 'Qool Marts are different now'. It makes a big difference.)

V is for Ventricumbent
Bad sleep for babies and for me.

W is for Windmills
Several cities have been known as the 'City of Windmills': Woldegk; Nashtifan; Spearville; Puerto Padre; Saddlesheck. Saddlesheck was the site of an audacious theft from the central bank. Cornered on the roof by the semi-private Bullion Police, the thieves managed an utterly spectacular getaway. With a mixture of scrambling, grapple-hooking and roof-running, they used the sails of the town's decorative windmills like self-winding spools, complicatedly twisting together the metres and metres of twined nylon they'd used to abseil in and out of the vaults. The skyline over a sizeable section of the financial distrinct was quickly a chaos of knotted cord, several of the city's most iconic windmills were snarled up and scandalously motionless, the police helicopters could not land through the taut tangle, and the thieves got away underneath the temporary rope roof. Later insinuations that the whole thing was a performance were unproven, and couldn't dent the popularity of the Cats-Cradle Gang by then, anyway.

X is for Xenagogue
If you are a writer of the fantastic, you are one.

Y - Yellowbacks
Proto-pulp, honoured literary ancestor.

Z is for Zone
The exceptional zone is invaluable to SF/F, as in Budrys's Rogue Moon, M. John Harrison's Kefahuchi Tract in Light and Nova Swing, the visitation zones in the Strugatski Brothers' Roadside Picnic (and, in a less interesting iteration, their equivalent in Tarkovsky's Stalker). In each case the zone operates at an intersection of emancipatory potential and inhuman deadliness, a byproduct of whatever its original, opaque function. It might now be time for a renewed attention on the quotidian, for stories in which the exception is at best a distraction, if it exists at all, from what goes on in the home worlds, the metropole, right here."

(via panmcmillan dot com)

"Švec did not anticipate winning the competition."

"In Japan, the Minamoto or Genji clan had chosen Rigel and its white color as its symbol, calling the star Genji-boshi (源氏星), while the Taira or Heike clan adopted Betelgeuse and its red color." --Wikipedia


Monday, October 20, 2014

mystery smoke

(Uspensky Cathedral in Kiev, via hdrcreme dot com)

Ebola vs austerity cuts.

"Alasdair Gray’s choice was “plakkopytrixophylisperambulantiobatrix” (the title of an unfinished poem by G. K. Chesterton)." --David Collard on TLS blog

(painting by Romio Shrestha, via metta dot org dot uk)

Clipboard man.

"Lawrence, with his typically Lawrentian gusto, asserted that Poe didn’t write about vampires as much as he was himself a vampire..." --William Giraldi

Not a dead parrot.

"Where perspectivism ought to be an encounter with otherness or difference, the lesson of perspectivism in popular culture seems to be something like the thesis that 'everything has their own perspective and everyone is entitled to their own perspective, therefore I shouldn’t have to attend to the perspectives of others.' " --Larval Subjects blog

(Uyuni Train Cemetery, via dreamstime dot com)

Nurses' statement (via archdruid report)

"... (as a good friend has speculated, the admirative mood simply must have mutated into 'the sarcastic mood' under communism, when every statement was required to be maximally superlative and maximally earnest)..." --Justin E. H. Smith

Ritratto d'autore.


Friday, October 17, 2014

banal obey: ebola nab

(pic by Todd Schorr via modest conspiracy dot wordpress)

"We are all displaced, we are all mobile."

"...Yet those far shores
That knew me not
Will feel the fleeting, furtive kiss
Of my tiny concentric ripples..."

--Frank Horne

"'d be surprised what a man will do to prove his own existence..." --Gaddis

Motorcycles of atonal venetian blind dust of wind roof top!

"generation after generation
of wronged ghosts pile up"

--Liu Xaobo

" I have no idea why being next to the sea on a blowy, sunshine-and-showers type of day is so exhilarating, but it is. It's like taking a short ride in a fast machine, but standing still." --Idiotic Hat blog

" 1991, the main job of a writer was to just write the next one."

we will be the ones
who threw it all away
the apathy that stuns
we will be the ones

after a million suns
have fled with their precious day
we will be the ones
who threw it all away

"It was my ancestors who supported me each time I began writing something. I even wrote some poems for them using the old language so that they could understand me."

" the late 1940s, each year one book was published for every 18,500 people, whereas today there is one book published for every 750 people. If poetry has consistently been 1% of all books published, and going strictly by the numbers, a book of poems published in 1948 was guaranteed a readership of 185 people, whereas today this translates to 7.5." --The Nondisenchanted Foreshore blog 6/16/08

"America employs more private security guards than high-school teachers."

" 'One Chinese writer plagiarized Dictionary of the Khazars and published it under another name. Then the Court in China reacted and called the real author of the work, Milorad Pavić. After that, the real Dictionary of the Khazars in China was released in 1997,' says Mihajlović.

'Instead of getting angry because someone plagiarized his work, Milorad Pavić, on the contrary, was delighted and even supported the Chinese writer, because he was, above all, happy that someone who was so far away from Serbia ever heard of his novel, and, on the other hand, that Chinese had the courage to do something like that.'

Mihajlović explains that today in China you can find two versions of Dictionary of the Khazars – the original and the plagiarized copy." --Ljiljana Begovic in GB Times


Monday, October 13, 2014


(via national geographic dot com)


"And of true love's forlorn renown" --LeFanu

Journey of the Highwaymen.

"While close overhead clap the quick mocking palms of the Storm-Fiend" --LeFanu

From Pol Pot to ISIS.

"It was a television set from his era of empathy choice." --John Clute, Appleseed

"Sometimes I wonder if the most important human experience is the narcissism of small differences." --maxsparber on Metafilter

The real Charlie Chan.


Wednesday, October 08, 2014


When the Voices of the Dead Finally Reach Us.

(image by Dariusz Klimczak, via rkvry quarterly)

"Every church or mission maintains an office for the day Hubbard returns." --Going Clear

"...The Mars Rover Spirit sent back this image..."

halloween early
a real honey well

aloha newel lyre
halal weeny role

alley healer now
allay newer hole

leeway all heron
leaner alloy hew

The weather turns momentarily mild.

"The grid is haunted by the specter of being-a-poet, which is a claim to personhood without authorization."



Monday, October 06, 2014


Sable Island (or not).

The Book No One Read.

"With the joyful grips of my fingertips
I held the oozy gunwale tight."

--Sheridan LeFanu, "Beatrice", in: Poems (1904)

Japanese Spiderman.

"It’s not just about knowing what the facts are and then thinking “ok, how would people respond to that?” You have to know what the facts are, what the population thinks the facts are, what the elites think the facts are, who’s making money off of it, and then ask yourself if these facts are having any real effect on the elites and if that effect is enough to outweigh the money they’re making off of failure...?" --Ian Welsh

The Many Temptations.

(Clay Lipsky via)

Ten Tanka Techniques.

"So all at once, “uniqueness” (1) motivates content production for social-media platforms, (2) excuses intensified surveillance, and (3) allows filter bubbles to be imposed as a kind of flattery (which ultimately isolates us and prevents self-knowledge, of knowledge of our social relations). Uniqueness is as much a mechanism of control as an apparent expression of our distinctiveness. No wonder it’s been automated." --Rob Horning via Tower of Sleep

Teach the Controversy.

Mrs Poe.