texas-shaped swimming pool

haze fallout bzura fez
uffish marque flke flowering
gone futile stillicide ebb
tzigane sump · broken fax
sferics meetup azimuth
of afterwards litmus-less

The Boys who Challenged Hitler.

(on planet Serpo, via)

the dark

industrial strength concealer
looms in the black light
weave from the lack blight
sanctityupholstered asp

New post at Forgotten Languages: "We teach the sign language to chimpanzees to establish a communication channel with them, much as Giselians teach us about hypnagogia in order for them to be able to communicate with us."

listicle on the edge of forever

It's ALL secret architecture.

"...life is too short to listen to art made by Nazis."

"Oh, yes. I've known space ghosts. Now I'll be one. It isn't any one line you cross." --Lafferty

(via peter fieschko & retro rockets on fb)

the taming of the chip

"I succumb to peer pressure and will mention Octopolis."

“An attitude of permanent indignation signifies great mental poverty. Politics compels its votaries to take that line and you can see their minds growing more impoverished every day, from one burst of righteous indignation to the next.” --Valery

So someone else besides me & Robert Bloch has read The Cadaver of Gideon Wyck.

inherit the windmill

Surviving geezerhood.

seeking to be known
sporadic thirst
as drowsiness steals over me
at the red light
it doesn't mean i should sleep
it doesn't mean i should sign my name
to a wasp decoy
no real wasp nests anywhere near to

TRE45ON

Kristin Ryling books.

Black asterisk bobbing
Lazily in the dense heat
Like the "bouncing ball" in a cartoon singalong:
Wasp.
Negligible, like a shooaway fly
But with all the compacted power
Of a fire snake

We have trespassed on your domain
It is no wonder
Our houses receive your minute inspection
It is geometry which joins us
We both love geometry

Thus our fates entwine
Ours in building square
Yours in seeking corners
It is war
Perpetual
If only from our fear
For the truth is,

Like rain flung against pylons,

You don’t even know that we are there

open sesame chicken

"Keys did I carry, the rustiest of all keys; and I knew how to open with them the most creaking of all gates." --Common's Zarathustra, 41.

Gonna Roll the Bones.

pass the slow-assembling ziggurat
having been born under Sputnik

sweltering
not rhetorical

struggle to make a non-dissolving story
out of this witness

"Lego gel"
i say to the crosseyed octopus

though it was not, after all, sage Graywyvern
hauled cinders to Ctesiphon

(ghazal in 109 rhime)

cameo of a fool

(by bruce pennington via retro rockets on fab)

Oneida.

I ventured on the azure main
only by means of sapphire gin.

The pueblos are all empty now,
& on my hand a turquoise ring.

I follow my routines like one
pursued, beneath cerulean skies.

We know not whence we come, but say
Big Bang, or Indigo Origin.

Graywyvern isn't grateful but
an hour in a blue moon.

3 cups of pee-pee

(Palacio Salvio in Montevideo, Uruguay, via Wikipedia)

Controversial bodies.

I've lived in basements, attics, once a haunted house;
it's streets they change that scourge me, like a phantom limb.

What will they flush at last from this beleagured wood,
executive or marsh gas, prey in the vast spook hunt?

So i build crooked, hang my pictures awry as well
without that one innate essential: spirit level.

Not of the poor we hear all day, amid our racket
of guns, toys, distracting nonsense: banshee cry.

What does Graywyvern mean, collecting those mere names
once thought so real, & then no more: the ghost planets?

rayon cacophony

"Old school buses are imported from the United States and provide public transportation in Colon and Panama City. Their owners hire the painters to attract customers with eye-catching depictions of singers and actors, boastful phrases, and vivid representations of both local and exotic panoramas. The red devils feature powerful stereo systems and dominate the urban environment with their blasting reggae, screeching brakes, horns, sirens, whistles, and roaring muffler."

unpredictable COMET
withies from a virulent OSIER

Kremlin of nacre
glass MITRE

stories in the amber twilight · turtlehead
gobbling · despair so EERIE

Graywyvern
hounds below & TREED

Wikipedia actually has a pretty good article on Retro Style. --Though this is what i was looking for.

chiaroscura rites

Umbanda.

Never quite cools down: cicala time.
Time to inspect the month-old roach motel.

My art with decorations sags; a world
in flames surrounds the master's pert flea circus.

Though utterly convinced, i do not know
with what, i should have packed, my bug out kit.

Enough, perhaps, only to once have traced
such dreams as stodge this looming beetle brow.

Graywyvern, we are as wandered pismires spilled
a-tumble down the cone of the snug ant-lion.

paramecium betting

(pic by @filmspiritual via @mikespeaks)

i have warehoused
my holidays · christmas
for the dog days · halloween
for the eerie calm of spring
there's a starbucks
at ev'ry freeway crossing
like the way wasps select
a nook in your house's eaves

"...Mohammed keeps dyeing
my spirit green and my flesh red."

eye dollar tree

"The crows like to insist a single crow is enough to destroy heaven. This is incontestibly true, but it says nothing about heaven, because heaven is just another way of saying: the impossibility of crows." --Kafka, The Zürau Aphorisms

"In 2016, historian Alun Withey remarked that 'The hipster beard, or lumberjack beard, is going to be the defining facial hair of this generation'. Other hipster trends in the 2010s have included knitting, veganism, urban beekeeping, specialty coffee, taxidermy, fedoras, and printing and bookbinding classes.."

walls without a finger hold
maps don't show it
repair signs wrong

how delicate the grief
when shadows fail

intercepted chips

tr Herrera y Reissig: Ojos Grises

Unknown sullen regions
of crags & mountain peaks
creep into the disks
of your two Lappland eyes.

Boreal night... storm presage...
Kremlin of nacre... Sheepfold
of surly bears that roar
against all constellations...

Sweet Cleo, don't cry!
Love will command our sledge
for unending fancies

And we will begin our trek
to the gray, infirm, nebulous
realms in your eyes of spleen.

"Through technology, the image no longer stayed in the domain of ‘art’, but rather moved into the domain of ‘politics’."

things that song cannot save us from

"Trolling has been around for decades. Even in early online forums, some users would bait others with an insincere argument. But the troll didn’t become an online identity until the mid-2000s, or right before the release of The Dark Knight.."

golden age of SCAMS
paused COMET

those who have encountered the Woofus
say the rewards are AMPLE

they found him in the dirt of the cabin, spine
cracked like a crust of MELBA

staring at the water tower, Graywyvern
imagines it STEAM

simio fluganta

What do you call this color? LILAC.
This age? IMAGO.

they thought they were making things; all they destroyed
in their relentless LABOR

i am lost
in the virtual AGORA

Graywyvern, this is no pendulum
only bleached CORAL

Claypool Lennon Delirium covers King Crimson.

(via)

witness tree

"Once having consigned the dead to the ground, the living do not wish the dead to return, not really. They feel that the dead are strangers to life, and especially to the present. Still wearing their old suits and gowns, and burdened with their outdated notions and former bad habits, the dead are like discharged servants: they have found another situation." --Bruce Duffy, The World as I Found It (1987; reissued 2010)

Ross 128b mystery signals. (7/17)

Aelindrome: Read, cede cadre.

Cover of "Maggot Brain".

a voyage to Plethora, with SCABS
in the year of the COMET

resale laser beam,
halt AMBLE

ev'rything is at stake, read, polo padre;
& nada, Antarctic BELLE

bird embryo on the cold sidewalk
Graywyvern finds STEEP

pardoner's tale

"Five languages secured not the epitaph of Gordianus." --Sir Thomas Browne

Vocabulario Rioplatense Razonado. "Gua Castellana made up of the Real Acade mia Española, 6 of which gives an imperfect idea, due to the vagueness, deficiency or in accuracy of the news that has been ministered to it. In the second place, keep in mind that you must ignore the muchedum of voices and exotic phrases that, both in America and in Spain, distort and punish the speech in which Ercilla sang the strength of the Araucanians. Finally, remember that once the word has been found, it is necessary to look for its etymology, which is not always found love no. Be that as it may, the Rioplatense Vocabulary that we offer to the public, although reasoned, according to the cover, is very modest; circumstance (be it said in passing) that benefits the book: its very smallness preserves it against a certain known poison. Do you preserve it? There is never a lack of a gang - of tertu lios that snake and go out of their way to bite even those who do not invoke more title than a healthy intention to deserve the indulgence of their readers." (Google Translate)

"your hands do they know they know"

nobody wants this fortune, COMET
of impossible ORNATE

weighing of contingencies ev'ry hour
with bleak MATHS

a dark roux at eight
light years, runs regular or ETHYL

Graywyvern in the pulpit
preaches black TESLA

unvarying repast

(via)

Charles Renfro.

The rain that should have come to us
has now gone flying by,
& all the night is still & full of dread.
Gorilla making signs is how i see myself
who's lost the thread.
I"ve lost the thread.

The things that we believe we're sent
into this place to write
are sometimes little worth, & sometimes more.
The landscape burns where rain could not be made to stay:
& fire's in store.
There's fire in store.
There's fire in store.

donkey pong

" 'The sculptor,' recounts Parons, 'when he made his first cast of [Stevens'] models, he was getting ready to do the final Woofus and his studio burned to the ground. So the second Woofus was lost and what we have now is actually the third Woofus. I don't know if there's some kind of a curse there? Maybe.' "

Herrera y Reissig: Poemas Violetes

Ardent in your eyes
orison my hopes, & wholly
the calm of your illusions
fete their dulcet weddings.

One word, & in my vetust
anguish rises the moon:
a brace of nightingales
immediately cuts loose.

In my pallid vigil
I remember you come to me,
with an air of church incense
redolent of family.

Everything adores you…the hieratic
dream swan’s overjoyed…
ecstatic the twilight follows
your postures of a nun.

The dusk that anoints your life
& your chimeras gilds,
paused inside your eyecups
with a night’s sleep left.

An ancient aristocracy
files your hand of euphony
& attenuates your pupil
with a vague dust of grace.

Swans of black knots live
in the evening that expires,
the curls that adorn your nape
of changeable heliotropes.

A mystery, pain or reproach
is that tranquil wrinkle
which lays a little night
on your sibylline brow.

I was smiling, jocund…
on me your shadow fell
& in the form, alas, of a stabbing
slipped me a shiv in sleep.

When you cast your glances down
at me, Lohengrin sighs,
& they summon me from the garden
of ghosts askance.

No thoroughfares so hasty;
each step they check, & like
a carnation on my black pipe
your smile defoliates.

Well in your green April
would my dreary hours fit,
as a Beethoven sorrow
in a Schumann dream.

Enfold me, O mild cross!
By your charm, love will join me
with kisses, crying, blood,
as with nails of light.

And since Fate ordains it…
unpeeling the word “to love”
like Ophelia an orange,
we will enter into Death.

limp charcoal

Places to lose things in.

Spee-Lunker's Cave.

"...songs about the impossibility of singing." --The Blind Assassin

cookie monster barbie

(via p2wy on flickr via hiveminer)

A Total waste.

The eagerness of forgetting, a dark lake rocks & stones are consigned to.

epiloimic episode

The eagerness of forgetting, like a dog at your elbow who gulps every scrap.

Authority thread.

"We would never say a magician is sincere. His enterprise obviates the term. On one level, poets have to be at least as good as magicians." --Stephen Dunn

mi taciturna barquilla

lattcework into
midnight blue · causeway
garlic cadillac

cannot cross

A site for restored cult films. (vi feuilleton)

I dreamed i lost my shoes & walked home barefoot. The next morning i broke my coffee cup of twenty years.

a book of invisible darknesses

A hand rises from a well.

The Potatoes at Bar of Soap.

breakfast of tampons

Place of erasures.

Lost Texas.

the sun dies of shining

Phantom islands: a sonic atlas. (via feuilleton)

Upside-down fireworks.

" It also won both the Hugo and the Nebula award, as Ellison predicted it would while presenting it to the Milford Writing Workshop. He rejected the feedback from his colleagues, saying 'I'm not changing a word, and it's gonna win a Hugo and a Nebula!.' " (via)

a long day's journey into mordor

"After that alien, point-blank, green and actual Guatemala." --Wallace Stevens, "Arrival at the Waldorf"

"This led her to formulate what became known as Noether's Theorem, the mathematical basis for much of the subsequent physics of the 20th century, and continuing into the 21st."

look me in the aye-aye

"Over the course of my life I have learned that to be black and a classical musician is to be considered a contradiction."

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by diet shaming.

how crows mob an owl

Rediscoveries--perhaps the purest form of charity, for it precludes even gratitude.

Ziggy, explained.

el retorno de alexis

Little islands of tolerance appear throughout history & then vanish, like Atlantis, till we hardly dare to believe in them.

Crape myrtle artist.

    "101.

A wandering fire at a terrible height--
can it be a star shining like that?
Transparent star, wandering fire,
your brother, Petropolis, is dying.

The dreams of earth blaze at a terrible height,
a green star is burning.
O if you are a star, this brother of water and sky,
your brother, Petropolis, is dying.

A great ship at a terrible height
is rushing on, spreading its wings.
Green star, in splendid poverty
your brother, Petropolis, is dying.

Above the black Neva transparent spring
has broken, the wax of immortality is melting,
O if you are a star, Petropolis, your city,
your brother, Petropolis, is dying."

--Brown & Merwin's Mandelstam