weaponized sock-puppets

"According to the latest numbers, poetry is less popular than jazz. It's less popular than dance, and only about half as popular as knitting."

Cobra Mist gallery.

(via mashable dot com)

"Newt’s master plan for America does not come from a Republican Party playbook. It comes from the science fiction that he read in high school."

Found pebble alphabet by Clotilde Olyff. pic.twitter.com/JyvsHDvlQQ

— Present and Correct (@presentcorrect) February 6, 2015

(via @pamayungen)

"The tiny clown car was his creation."

the choosing of the womb-door

(via boston. dot com)

Hexwords.

Hauntology & regional Gothic in England (thread).

broken & scattered, the way;
whatever gets in the way

anything i wanted bad
i told myself was the way

irresistible falling
you know it is not the way

we swear to get through this if
anyone can find a way

Graywyvern in the midst of
parables made his own way

Tau Ceti again on Centauri Dreams.

analphabete soup

Collective Madness.

this illegible night
i don't know how to read it

windknurl · fathomscope broke
& the traffic noise outside

i plow inframyrrh · now
gigadactyl · underneath

Translating Le Grand Palindrome (a little bit).

"And suddenly, as it died, another softer sound succeeded it. A sort of gulpy, gurgly, plobby, squishy, wofflesome sound, like a thousand eager men drinking soup in a foreign restaurant." --P. G. Wodehouse, Blandings Castle and Elsewhere, 1935

D'neeht.

"NOT EVERY VILLAGE IS OPEN. NOT EVERY VILLAGE IS STRONG." --Theo Lutz (1959 computer generated)

Runts of 61 Cygni C: the tshirt.

Mesklin & others.

"Counterfeiters exist because there is such thing as real gold." --Rumi

D'ksuban dictionary. (via)

"Competitions are for horses, not artists." --Bartok (via darklyeuphoric on tumblr)

ozymandias possession

Bosnian tourism.

      (for the Black Rhino)

a cobalt green Fiat
for him a madcap prey

bulldozer · lost octave
savannah wind · gift-horn

go on without doubting

Fueling the fire.

The Harriss Spiral.

quadriceratops

(via Christian Spencer Anderson on Flickr)

    Dallas Gothic 5

Driving out to the edge of town to get a replacement door for our car. Junkyard stretching for miles. Narrow path between. Silence. Then i start to notice all the burnt out hulks. All alike. All the same model as our Pinto. It's like some demon had been dispatched to blow them all up.

"Grabbing a chair, Hemingway attacked Orson, who picked up a chair of his own, sparking a cinematic brawl between two of the great creative geniuses of the 20th century, who duked it out while images of war flickered on a screen behind them."

"The Beginning of the End can feel a lot like the middle when you are living in it." --Karen Russell

Rest of Dallas Gothic.

    "The Lion House

Always the heavy air,
The dreadful cage, the low
Murmur of voices, where
Some Force goes to and fro
In an immense despair.

As through a haunted brain,
With tireless footfalls
The Obsession moves again,
Trying the floor, the walls,
Forever, but in vain.

In vain, proud Force. A might,
Shrewder than yours, did spin
Around your rage that bright
Prison of steel, wherein
You pace for my delight.

And oh, my heart, what Doom,
What mightier Mind has wrought
The cage, within whose room
Paces your burning thought
For the delight of Whom?"

--John Hall Wheelock

like serious pencils

Heavy metal Islam.

"A reason for bed is this, that a decline, any decline is poison, poison is a toe a toe extractor, this means a solemn change. Hanging." --Tender Buttons

Ginza Rebba.

"The docetic Christ of the Gnostics, a phantom Christ, would be more than sufficient to found an invisible church." --Soloviev

Polar cosmology.

(via)

    "Dallas Gothic (2)"

Any dark day is sinister in the City of Magnificent Splendors, for it means the chance that these clouds might twist & stretch into the makings of a ravaging tornado. There is a certain greenish light we learn to look for. Even though the last tornado occurrence was years ago, we still watch & wait.

"I happen to be living temporarily in my hometown, Minneapolis, living in a motel with a giant golden styrofoam Gopher."

"Suppose our leading scientists discovered that a meteor, hurtling toward the earth, was set to strike later this century; the governments of the world had less than ten years to divert or destroy it. How would news organizations cover this story? Even in an era of financial distress, they would throw teams of reporters at it and give them the resources needed to follow it in extraordinary depth and detail. After all, the race to stop the meteor would be the story of the century." --Eric Pooley

The Trotsky Joke.

"A crowd of digressions
Cursing"

--Robot X, 179.

    Dallas Gothic: 3

"There was a Dallas urban legend in the 1960s and 70s that led many to believe witches roamed the streets of the city after midnight. The most famous location for their satanic worship ceremonies was between two tall skyscrapers called the Stemmons Towers.

The Stemmons Towers are located along Stemmons Freeway, a major thoroughfare of the city. Probably every high school kid in Dallas in the late 60s and early 70s took at least one midnight cruise by the buildings. These cruises were usually reserved for teen initiations into drill team, drama club, etc. To the unsuspecting youths, as their vehicle slowly entered the business property, there indeed seemed to be a coven of witches gathered at the site. However, in the daylight, the coven was revealed to be a group of three dark, human-sized monolithic sculptures! A mini Stonehenge, if you will.

The Dallas urban legend of the three witches ran so rampant in 1970 that the Dallas Morning News ran a scary story about the false coven, complete with eerie photos of the statues. Unfortunately, the modernistic statues no longer exist. The rumor is that the owner of Stemmons Towers, due to the disruptions caused by all the nocturnal tourists to the property (especially on weekends), removed them in the 1980s." --Dallas Mythbusters ...More. And more.

    Dallas Gothic: 4

Clouds of death.

(via)

a belief so unknown that the shore stands

Book tour with matching outfits.

the end has not come
after so long waiting
the sky remains mum

the end has not come
& our hands are numb
rain sings in the grating

the end has not come
after so long waiting

The story of dot tk.

     "...shall I pour
Libations on the earth, and like a man
That flings away the lustral filth, shall I
Throw down the urn and walk with eyes not turned?"

--Plumptre's Aeschylos

"Mundruczó represents this struggle for the soul of Hungary in music, namely in Liszt's second Hungarian Rhapsody, a piece that represents 'Hungarianness' perhaps more than any other..."

(thewordsyouwontswallow via carlyravejerson via cthulhucene tumblr)

Bicholim Conflict.

     "(Is that why
they back-cant on Parnassus?)"

--The Anathemata

"It is time to stop making claims and to simply listen."

"Every twist constitutes a temple-pylon to a new region demanding new forces, unforeseen developments, variations and dynamic surprises--Tiamaterialistic miracles of all kinds." --Cyclonopedia

(via cbsdallas)

When a City Falls.

"Below this earth their spirits to th' abyss
Descend; and through the flesh, that wastes away
Beneath the parching sun, their whitening bones
Start forth, and moulder in the sable dust."

--Hesiod, "Shield of Hercules" (tr C A Elton)

kwashiorkor ecpyrosis

(via alien treats tumblr)

Angkor Wat street view.

"Unfortunately -- when everyone is actively promoting propaganda, and fewer and fewer people are actually fooled by it, the net effect is just the same as if the broader society buys into the propaganda wholeheartedly." --commentator Thomas Daulton at Archdruid Report blog

FACT mix.

(vis truthout)

"Fake Chappelle was feuding with a Fake Katt Williams."

        “Dallas Gothic”

I would always pass this motel on the bus. It lay up a hill covered in kudzu; all you could see was tile rooftops. Some people said there had been a murder committed on the premises. One night we drove up the scary steep ramp to look around. Not one car was parked out front.

I lived for awhile in a refurbished church in a bad neighborhood; in an actual garret, in fact. It suited me. I seldom saw my fellow residents. The doors were never locked. The locals were convinced this was a witch house. True, we were fond of Mazzy Star, black candles, and incense.

A nondescript building on the historic campus houses its closed-stacks theological library. I was researching Latin decadence poetry & got permission to use it. I would pass a glass boxed mummy in the foyer, then sit reading for hours in the narrow aisles, entranced, utterly alone. They even had a complete set of the Equinox.

A former dinner theater in an industrial area now housed a club for goths. It had a narrow balcony & I would sip orange Curacao up there, wearing a cape & sometimes raccoonface makeup. Nobody spoke. The music was loud & relentless. When Diamanda Galas came to town, she played there. The mood was electric.

A large, ornate old house with a garden full of strange pale statues lay off a busy overpass. It was supposed to be owned by a famously rich, suspiciously secretive cult. You could only catch glimpses of it as you passed. The way down there was hard to find. The way back out was impossible.

A memorable link list.

chesty morgellons

(pic by Jesus Chairez via facebook)

"These men are so strange that it seems almost problematical that they lived at all." --Richard Ellman, intro to Symons's The Symbolist Movement in Literature

"Decay can be celebrated as an authentic chapter of the history of a building, while the addition of new interventions within an abandoned site can reveal the significance of the rural context."

"...The wind is
a woman, we say, when a thing disappears;

a man, when a thing is demolished."

--Jessica Goodfellow

The Master of the Day of Judgment.

"Art is fire plus algebra." - Jorge Luis Borges (via)

(Don Dixon via cosmographica)

Mathemaku 6-12.

"...we can’t afford to ignore the anti-Stratfordians anymore." --Holger Syme

Genius at Play.

Some useful distinctions.

"Mad Max 2 is punk’s Sistine Chapel." --J G Ballard

Light & Dust.

facepalm sunday

Grumman divides by zero.

"No one thanks a shipwreck"

--Robot X, 2335.

Neodymium & his friends.

"And some are drowned in deep water,
And some in sight of shore..."

--Rudyard Kipling

Helen Keller letter.

Three rabbits live with a fearful mystery...