coruscating expected end

year of the quiet urn
nobody witness
no one to mourn
year of the quiet urn
bubbles from a dark tarn
birdless, windless
year of the quiet urn
nobody witness

Smartphone movie making. And: A brief history of movies shot with cellphones.

xacrn coign

confident assertions of shape-changing
sepia in the failing light.
walls that support, block,
but are not to be looked at.

frantic beyond these walls
purposes that are dead here.
shadows enter & their shadows teem.

the dream, attenuating,
of places & people otherwise,
more & more sepia
more & more a lie.

unkulning

Heart of the matter.

bombhush nights
everything that belonged to us
is coming back
the painted surf
sky with no real light source

"Where will the prison of the damned be? How will the multitude of the damned all fit inside?" --@Father_Kircher

parchmarks

love's exactions
in the antelucan welter

crow on my car
not inclined to move

like this cough
like my sorrow of old

an emblem
an emblem on the way

"I went looking for the wild one..."

soft roll-out date

tethered soul
hardly tethered at all
turns on Heatherdale

tethered soul
these disappointments quell
yet mean no ill

tethered soul
hardly tethered at all

Practical shadow work.

best loved poems of melania trump

This taste i know but cannot put a name to;
mentioned at all, risks. Down shaded lanes
i crawl, wanting to sleep, needing to sleep,
being kept from sleep. At the cough's unseen
barycenter, this taste. Corvine & chrome.

highly composite number

The woman who took on Standard Oil.

throat becalmed, year of the quiet sun;
from this collection nada shall be saved.

the sickness of our bodies mirrors
the sickness of our world

ordalic bumf
& partial recovery despite all odds

magazine faces with punched-out eyes
the weight of the invisible

low sun above pale gray fields
PILDA CNITA

FOLDI
the desire for sleep moderate
silence

in the torture garden

subject matter jurisprudence

stockpiled sleep
my cheek warm with late morning sun as i drive
& the torrent that the night will become
a night for Mantovani
or Mantovani played backwards

Sneerwell and verjuice.

specific considerations

places in the world of bookshelves
where order will not hold

if they could absorb truth by fumbling
at its packaging, they would have it

but i suspect that their seeking
no wiser than mine, would still go on

The Reefs of Earth.

active ingredient

(via)

Herrera y Reissig: El Jardin de Platon

A hush fell over all. The crystal trill
of the belfry vanished &, in resume
of that single great sorrow, Light
dreamed in the still of the chief plinth.

With a sigh before the royal West,
we close the book of poetry;
& your silences have now woven in my mood
a divine bouquet.

In rapture your eyes of wells;
we watched eternal lamps
as at the touch of fleeting sparks

we join, encompassing a shout,
&, O candid wonder, in this hug
it showed us the embrace of the Infinite.

One slipstream list. Another slipstream list. Priest's list.

5050

"I did wonder though whether Dido had been blonde; she'd seemed more like a brunette to me, in the rest of the story." --Atwood

Reuploaded.

the slow fire
CARVI JE NAVNI
subfusc & orange glow

recombinant lyric
cicerone of electroclash
the quest for cinders

subfusc & orange glow
circus rings roar
at this pratfall

CARVI JE NAVNI

dumpsterfirenado

1.
rain at last · quells the D-word
muzzles raised high · yearning seaward

spartan chores · hem the eyeball
if they land · they will buy all

Helicon · pools lie stagnant
circus rings roar · at the nag stunt

mazebright still · till the last quiz
wyvern gray gleans · leaden quest lids

2.
pushed away · lest i wake you
then resumed black · wings of habit

it's the cost · of the stress load
more to pile on · & the less stowed

gawking weird · cowboy powwow
where is frith found · cornered rabbits

how the trees · frieze no fable
fingers slide off · piebald marble

suicide watch · lucid vigil
burning time lords · pound the gavel

rain at last · victims quarrel
muzzles levelled · at tomorrow

The dance of conquest is going to have to wait.

popcorn movie

I cannot say 'do this' or 'don't do this'
in writing; i myself attend the cue.

Ghosts at the Westin Bonaventure.

"What cannot be survived, cannot be listened to, must also be danced." --Powers

only sort of portable

1.
weaponized whisper
this gray August
not without treacheries

Aztec cellphone
has not captured it

2.
weaponized whisper
in the street of the perfume sellers

where the ghost tour falters
from lack of intelligible clues

this is ev'rywhere now
yet we do habituate

have places
if Bach is a place

erasure of the bad map

3.
the roaches in my eyes run

this one, ripe to fall

vowel doomsday

sickle moon, antelucan sky
skies that have before deceived
deserve our scoff wherefore derived
sickle moon, antelucan sky

gray & apricot, clouds of sepia under
& buildings as i pass them splinter
yet plan as if tomorrow still will vend
gray & apricot, clouds of sepia under

British Women Poets of the long Eighteenth Century.

"In bland buildings with concrete cornices, everything is decided." --The Gold Bug Variations

(via)

pitchblended family

lost Mecca · all stay a make
nudibranch and ebb · rocky
woodsmall away · odd simile
swirled Maremma nudibranch act

Clarence Jordan and Koinonia Farm.

    "...slung like an ox in smith's sling,
Ribs stuck fast in the ways..."

--Pound

reahity

(via)

I've been looking up "vaporwave" on tumblr lately. i like it, especially the art. it's a curious sensation to feel, that this very recent & short-lived sub-sub (or subsubsub-)culture already seems part of history & dead as ancient egypt; hence its allure. those purples, like the blue of chartres--lost to us. I've heard cyberpunk aesthetics described as "rain and neon," & this seems exactly right. well, vaporwave is like "rain and neon" if you've never actually seen them outside of rain & neon in anime. --i connect this with using words from stillborn conlangs, & the inherent power of "barbarous names" in magic. it's not an expression of feeling at all. it's art in the shadow of the dreamtime.

"If it seems like our imagining of the previous century doesn’t really begin until the Roaring Twenties, then that’s because, according to Smith, the Twenties 'was the first decade to legitimate a ten-year span of time as a historical category'."

learning names by heart
we never really wanted to know
the wasps at bay
for the time being, probably
now it's west nile stalks us
or a madness from out of the blue

& two fires join as one

merondlipa

(via topic dot com)

"A loss of meaning ensues as family photographs come into public circulation and display, and the question of how memory endures within this process has become of increasing concern. Retaining photographic materiality, along with original meanings previously associated with images, has been presented as one way of defending against loss. This paper argues that this involves a particular dynamics of object-relating...a new cultural treatment of family photographs, within photographic theory and practice, [which] performs a heightened fidelity to the photographic object."

Once mean, the weather's now turned murderous
& i imagine etched into the sidewalk
silhouettes of those unwise afoot.
O bring it on, you cataracts of hap
as on Hiroshima the mad stilbs poured;
as one faint whine enraged a summer day,
the curious & the heedless fried alike.
we are so bent upon our No-Escape:
a Grail that snags all eyes & quells all witness.

inxih

to blindly find my way
on the broken sidewalks
as a suff'ring body
among other suff'ring bodies
some of them
even more foolish & vain
than myself
& like a blind man stumbling
i feel the weight of the sun
& the disregard of the stars

Mindlessness.

(via @HumansOfLate)

Philosophers don't solve the problems of their predecessors; they lose interest in them.

airplane crash in a hail storm

Meet the scutoid. (thread)

it will all go away online
& likewise all the pages i have filled
a clearing in the forest once swept clean
it will all go away online
this carcass too a temporary loan
--which is not to say that i have failed;
it will all go away online
& likewise all the pages i have filled

clean money

Recurrence
of this
moment, also:

the one in which you know
& are free

we are not made of grateful molecules
the morning light falls saffron across stones
as the vying cars swing out without signalling
& i miss the light one car behind

Dark Tourist--the Netflix series.

sharknappers on camera

sugor origami
furnishes agate pop
greenhouse foghorn truth bill

egg basket smite witness
of supernature crunk
and civil assign chart

nethermost is ragtime
Ogpu cameo stern
debt spiral notice sport

agate freezing wept beast
in chili cookoff hunch
osier weather if found

Toxic tourism.

derelict schooner

"I am not scoffing at goodness, which is far more difficult to explain than evil, and just as complicated." --The Blind Assassin

Hard Concrete. (via feuilleton)

Dupper, Mims, Brighton Green.
storm-wrecked junk
invèusu · a fine necropolis
sharknappers on camera
caviar
for the fragmentariat

"The emergent narratives of Sinofuturism propose an alternate temporality by which to politicize the present."

in that look the unicorn stood

Woodsmall away dose mellow
army worm rhyme were maw
rainbow augury ran bigger
shade of the Campbell overpass

Mail art at the Smithsonian.

4 fingers of yearbooks

Men yearn to be rid of their freedom
like a Pop Tart too hot to hold
the hills burning around me
have their own agenda

yetifetilishous
shade of the Campbell overpass

Pseudo-videogame creepypasta as a genre, with a history.

"That self-hatred should generate in us an eagerness to unite with others seems to support that it is primarily against ourselves that we league ourselves with others." --Eric Hoffer

(via voxpopulisphere)

geometric pineapple

"...dark, narcotically heavy music that sounded like dragging yourself up the wooden staircase of a dungeon after being dosed with two bottles of cough syrup by a serial killer."

1.
relief in submerging
the Drake Equation, solved

a land without winter
burning

here a dark morning
wind, not rain yet, but soon

the Drake Equation, solved--
as if there had been a question

2.
leaves flee, a dragonfly hurls itself
right at my windshield, sheers off
dark cloud just above the trees

pale dust lifting
from the corner construction site as I turn
pale dust against iron gray sky

trans am full of bullet holes

Perhaps we can make use of it one day:
The hovering of wasps around the pool,
The sense of something big about to break;
The heat that pressed against you like blanket.
Driving so many hours with the music
Seeming more real than these barricades & cones
& when you return, scant shelter in the rented
Gathering of gewgaws, blinds drawn.

Ace Doubles. (via hlavaty)

golden regime

first circuit of the cyclotron
blood moon rising on the trademarked cat
uffish marque flake flowering
into virulent daedaly of tetany

Dylan yakuza.

pylon treehouses

Funks of ambivalence. (via lanny quarles on fb)

wasp paper
psalm spurned · aporia rap epopt
nestles brine opal

is same slow smoulder esters
sports pulpit gruel snipe
wedded adjacent pancake

spork govern
brougham · lilting paranoid triangulate
dank spiral

Finntroll on Wikipedia.

further horcruxes

"The fact that we use metaphors that are spatial suggests that we don't really understand time at all." --Mark Rowlands

Ashfall.

crows in advance of the storm
caespo flux in silver
a joust that is stereo Maremma,
swirled noun of salvia