redhead espresso

(via onetinyhand dot com)

Some discussion (of a sort) of "Dark Carnival in the ICP, er, mythos. Okay, i was really thinking of Dark Rides (which i suppose i've already mentioned). A stark fist of Uuchathon. "...sampling to me is like sending a fax to yourself from the sonic debris of a possible future; the cultural permutations of tomorrow, heard today, beyond the corporeal limits of the imagination." This blindfold storm aroma of rain. You want it darker. And then there's the gifs...

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"I also have peopled my poems with The Pony Express Rider, The Blue Moon Cowboy, and most notably, I invented a figure who I called 'the motorcycle betrayer.' " An old rifle whose shake is unavoidable. "...the authors have consequently worked with Deleuze and Guattari’s concept of geophilosophy to explore the 2011 Fukushima-Daiichi disaster in the time of the Anthropocene as a singularity of absolute deterritorialization, as a moment when life escapes formations of categorical or territorial capture." Knock that door down I said.

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Priest of shadow and light. "Whenever its name has been anything but a jest, philosophy has been haunted by a subterranean question: What if knowledge were a means to deepen unknowing? It is this question alone that has differentiated it from the shallow things of the earth. Yet the glory and also the indignity of philosophy is to have sought the end of knowing, and no more." --Nick Land (qtd here)

sleeping with fleas, sleeping with flesh

"Such widespread falsehood is especially explosive when combined with our fragmented politics." (via feuilleton)

Retie
the second-time-broken rubber band
Wannsee chanté
alpha bêtise
for the red orc

apparallakshmi pox
in perilous phlox
Celan printed upside down

no one the wiser
Schickelgrubweiser
i follow, & i wish her my protection
in this comfort-shredding world.
in the early light i spot a Model A.

Building a myth.

text neck

"I am always ready to learn, although I do not always like being taught." --Winston Churchill

shadows from the walls of death
ferry thoughts as green as time
sentenced for a certain term
to hearken to the click of dice

this phosphoric interval
uncountable the steps
yet you get there

Nice alphabets collection on Pinterest.

prayer stone

"Gladly we would anchor, but the anchorage is quicksand." --Emerson

Iduyo Ixtapa
of zopf dreams
palisade
of orange cones
straight lines in the desert

the working out of a curse

Top Ten Alternate Reality Games of 2018.

ringtailed ring bearer

"We have a profound hatred of the weak and the poor, and a corresponding groveling terror before the rich and successful, and we're building a bureaucracy to match those feelings." --Matt Taibbi

starlight, bumpy streets, lots of trees.
Expenditure of spirit: much.
Tales brought back: two contrails at once,
mapleshade & shipwreck.

Akrij Flyby. (Glad to see they're still at it--whatever it is.)

fall into the giap

"Praetor Pinney’s decision might also have been influenced by angry complaints from some of his farming tenants. They claimed that Wordsworth was a wizard who had been casting spells on their cattle. Wordsworth generally composed and refined his poems by reciting them aloud while walking. Every day he and Dorothy took long walks of two hours or more across the surrounding countryside. As they walked, William muttered poetry in his strong northwest accent, pausing now and again to survey the view through a pocket telescope. The local, southwest folk couldn’t understand what he was saying, and because of the incantatory rhythms and the fact he kept pointing a strange, possibly magical instrument at their cows, they concluded he was bewitching them." --Sara Hudston at Dark Mountain

Steam donkey.

A photographer who only took pictures, not of things, but of the shadows of things.

Nonbinary chap(ette).

Subconsciously we believe there can be no real narrative of our lives because there will be no one after to tell it.

Lightsail.

bullets of eden

"In 1956 he [Celan] translated [into German] Jean Cayrol's French narration for the Alain Resnais film Night and Fog..." --Felstiner

an erased landscape
but still placeable
Auber echo · by the traintracks
not all handiwork
not all broken
palimpsest
of the satellites

HPL poem set to Billy Joel's music.

car crash on the way to church

Auber echo, ochre beau.
yet another box
of our wretched possessions

smithy twee & cicala
never mind the key
parable Weltanschauung

"The Druid Revival has always gone long on intellectual diversity, not to mention a degree of syncretism that puts magpies to shame." ("Don't rush to burn Bonewits.")

"The roof-tile may know many things which the chimney does not." --Lichtenberg

we have always lived in the crystal

blue eyes brown
planetary war

wind rising
off the fragrant steppe

spiral only
being the way there

skies so low
polvo-magiero gray

366 weird movies.

"...that most trivial of all feelings on earth: the stab of a missed opportunity." --The Gift

(alterstein, bavaria via)

Against the commodity of the poem.

2013-januaro-01 17:57:15 Tempodivalse says:
"(Ironically, Vükiped has 120,000 articles but they were all created by a bot. There are zero active editors. Just goes to show that you can't trust the numbers by themselves.)"

& acdibble replies: "They weren't all created by a bot. I created the pages on Earth, Mars, Saturn, the Sun, and the solar system."

la eracado erora

("Mondvogel" by Edward Jéné)

Music to Freak Your Friends & Break Your Lease. More.

in the subfusc before-the-storm
imprecation of sky i taste
there is nothing of Innsmouth. Harlequin,
laugh. Hazards of absinthe,
but nothing of the Old Gods.
What was sunken shall rise, streaming;
what was fallen shall rule.
In the subfusc before-the-storm crisis

i can only think of Innsmouth's absence.

Anarcho-Dandyism.

days of yage

choc'late-covered cherries
changed to asterism
the pure polar darkness
palliates, last working.

Cathedral of mist.

the very hungry maggot

"We, who the ‘experts’ said were ‘anti-social’, could never form communities, create our own organisations, build bonds and ties with each other – or, indeed, with anyone - have done just that."

sidewalk up the street is a sheet of ice
she blew me a kiss from the depths of dementia

how could they have transformed themselves so young
i was still attached to wearing socks

pale beige & paler cerulean
asymptote-mote caravanserai

"I've always loved Kierkegaard." --Jeff Koons

the secret guerdon

(Haumea & its ring, via)

particolored epochs
firstborn in a caul

hardcore soft porn
CKAFYBARJA

at the bottom of a lake
ice phase-shift

one peel of lemon
one peel of orange

poems i sent to Joey's rag
half my face burning

Blesk

Velimirovic.

"He taught me how to take apart an ant-hill and find the caterpillar of a Blue which had concluded a barbaric pact with its inhabitants, and I saw how an ant, greedily tickling a hind segment of that caterpillar's clumsy, sluglike little body, forced it to excrete a drop of intoxicant juice, which it swallowed immediately. In compensation it offered its own larvae as food; it was as if cows gave us Chartreuse and we gave them our infants to eat." --Nabokov, The Gift (tr Scammell & VN, 1963)

sonic the hedge fund

"Some say Lyman was God... others that he was a devil..."

static
on the gorilla channel
whispered from the remotest
quasar ever noticed
quisling clinic to jaywalk
runs risk of the Jabberwock
& if once drew rapture
during a picture's capture
both now've absconded

to some gorilla quonset

"What is the poet's solitude?--A circus number not announced in the program." --Paul Celan, qtd in Felstiner

a treatise on comic fire

palindrome drapa
one fragment
from the flames

no power in it
against all
the darkness

still that we have saved
this fragment

is something

Three thoughts on the group mind.

the greatest rodent in the world

(via santa barbara city fire department on fb)

"At first it was a group of poems."

     shadow books, written
but never read: rainfall which
     does not reach the ground

returning to find them gone
beginning of a silence

Josaphat calculated.

naked lunchable

"The next day,when Paul returned home--this much seems definite, wherever he had been or whatever his dealings with his parents--the house was empty, the front door sealed, and his mother and father gone." --John Felstiner, Paul Celan: Poet, Survivor, Jew (1995)

returning to find them gone
the beginning of a silence
as shiny as a new gun
returning to find them gone
to trace them not again
under the sky's red solace
returning to find them gone

the beginning of a silence

Six Californias.

airplane ticket bookmark

"...his Indian name is Hapoppsiesobjibway and his number in arithmosophy is the stars of the plough..." --Finnegans Wake

summon my most powerful angels
the thing building
sunlight gleaming off its girders

the beautiful place that tried to kill us
we don't know whether to stay
or somewhere else no safer

somewhere else no safer
thing building
gleaming off its girders

Was Ernest Dowson Jack the Ripper?

bleeping oprah's speech

when humans stopped loving their young

the earth did not
all at once
come to an end

ten o'clock jairce

A planet for Procyon.

bombogenesis

smell of coffee, fog;
Sxwaixwe never really slept.

T. Rex in this light
not one of the worse nightmares

on the journey i must go

"All social pressure is towards vampiric anger, not resolution."

50 shades of fuligin

"doctor arcanus"
for whatever it'd be worth
--not like succession
or even a proper tally
among so many things lost

Night and fog.

the dreadful azure sky

(jupiter via joe ahearn on fb)

what rooms even now
are being prepared

it does not do to think

if tomorrow is a room
whether flood, fire,
or state-sanctioned fiendishness

tomorrow
is not a room

Symphony No. 4.

subject matter jurisdiction

rim crescent
to the white catsup
kopasetika

stark foam, oaf karst
stark karcist flit

rim crescent
to the white catsup
kopasetika

"I wish I were a cassowary,
   In the wilds of Timbuctoo;
Would n't I eat a missionary,
   Skin and bones, and hymn-book too?"

--Margie Hargrave: and the Percy Children, Mrs M E C Wyeth, 1878

"Read this book soon. A year from now you might not be able to."

the ullish argonauts

cast snakeskin to write on
unread epics of ice
dodge pothole
dodge pothole noir

Necropolis, amphibians and reptiles.

the velocirapture

silhouette sand-sifter
sallies forth from tower

drab landscape of skinned rats
scampering church-merchants

pooped from 'pocalyptic
portents & cracked fortress

high contrail i key in
accursed though the house be

The story we need to tell.

crazy rich cajuns

All the cars like melted jellybeans
cars named for winds, for abstract virtues

colors & forms & words in the pipeline
only approximately making sense

wedding ring warped
from all the boxes lifted

Ghosts in the stacks.

everything else first

thaumatrope opus
ambitionscintillance quelled

standish rising from its own ruin
in the winter sunlight triumphant

The Locust Effect.

"Run
for the shadows
in these Golden Years"

--Bowie

y is for yttrium

to be em'rald dismayed
so far away from home

sliding ice amid,
to be em'rald dismayed

dreams tentacle-marred
& omnipresent hum

to be em'rald dismayed so far
away from home

Fire and fury.

"If any man should propose to thee the question, how the name Antoninus is written, wouldst thou with a straining of the voice utter each letter? What then if they grow angry, wilt thou be angry too?" --Meditations of Marcus Aurelius

the last of the xmas food

sprockets
greased & tattered
minds
by the season overthrown
altarwise coinkidink
my utmost monstroscopy answered

standish full of syncope

Dave Barry looks back.

cardboard film critic

all that is solid, melts into air;
All that is air, cannot breathe.

trystalline veshch
swerving angel veil

All that is not ours
dancing between integers

Hora Lautareasca.

benbu naigabehati teudibu

stark foam, oaf karst meet
in the delicate myst'ry
of joke & clown lung

a toxic sideshow to care
for more than this winter light

Boro thread.

"People do not deserve to have good writing, they are so pleased with bad." --Emerson in His Journals