keto friendly

Jigsaw puzzle mashups.

autumn-tawny overpasses spiralling
spirit visitation dusk
crossing against the redlight

harrowing
the mere husk of it
these paths laid without issue

cannot seem to write
a card castle that can yet contain
this pivot

overpasses spiralling autumn-tawny

monkey business

Formerly the Tarantula Express.

obliterate my tracks in the forest
you go through a yellow light
& for me it's red
going on before
being, like most things, overrated
the real death train car we saw
only ordinarily old
did not sport fangs
& the storms
of the later 21st century
i think of, too,
when i see these young ones
with no impulse control
given A's all their lives

happy little cloud

Finnegans Ewok.

unrelieved by safety
not rested by sleep
colder day by day
& it rains dark slop
over the line
waiting for today a handout

"Let me tell you,
when the sun dies, everything dies."

--Diane Wakowski

magic mushroom monopoly

"Men are, in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions these inventions create." --John Galsworthy

Susan Howe's "word square" poems.

colors changed in me & in the trees:
not what the hand, but what the pen betrays.

pardoned turkey

(via sea creature bot on twitter)

History of kawaii. Includes "cute handwriting" & "creepy-cute" (kimo-kawaii)--a linchpin of turn-of-the-century American "Lowbrow" art.

"Had Mein Kampf been even halfway readable, more people would have actually read it, and the world would have been warned earlier." --Clive James

Before the canon.

icebergmaskullage kvlt
no geometric rest
breathe in increments
worlds with a red sun

as much as i've looked at the moon
i still don't know where it next will be

"It’s a safe bet, though, that he wasn’t interested in expressing himself."

cubic feces

(via)

"The words of true poems are the tuft and final applause of science." --Whitman

Worlds with a red sun.

breakuispvhi
landing on Vesta
i'd weigh as much as a toaster
who live in their dark tents
"they" don't want you to know about
the tree was warm under my hands
& smooth, like cardboard or Hennessy
the gamut fallen behind
i was taken to a place
the pressure of the might-have-been
the sweep of the almost-come
teeth calving like icebergs

was the people themselves
made this horse's ass emperor
call it suicide by clown

all the bad juju wrung
out of me in an hour's dancing

high profile convert

"...I swim with sharks. They mistake me
for relatives.
We have nothing cold in common
but we glitter at each other."

--The Motorcycle Betrayal Poems

"Frothing gabber-breakcore might be one of the last frontiers of good taste."

cancersmell no less than acetone
illbient in ello tempura
stained, dusty concrete walls
on which i write
persnickerdoodle dandy
bug jack jumpin'
loose papers by the roadside
hazy shade of windlass

i did not even, at the time
believe in that survival
having read Level 7
having pondered it long
those thick steel doors
would only have shut me out
with my IQ & polystyrene cars

troll bridge

(via via)

"We have not yet encountered any god who is as merciful as a man who flickers a beetle over on its feet. There is not a people in the world who behaves as badly as praying mantises." --Annie Dillard

"Paganism isn’t the right word."

impenetrable acronyms
pond scum
adding a bronze depth
to the empty years of no struggle
burning that happiness up
in colder air
dank vap me

& the hyperobject watch
that is cheetoh's downfall
is like a season eased into
after so many weeks of storm

unrelated haunting

"My poems, the snails on the wet garden path,
the small parts that make a motorcycle run."

--Wakowski

10 weirdest crimefic.

tidepod & spirit guide
shoregrind glitter
moonglade cliffwalk optimal

again encounter
the question mask
the quarry

the shadow of the bladed glass

"The President of the United States rages daily on the heath, finding enemies in the shapes of clouds."

hemimastigotes in love

Ten translations.

calling to us through the flames
shadows charred
still to tell apart though all things turn to smoke

a month that should be mild went scorching
carousel of ash
ice of the moment scorching

cell of ash
beach fire with its coruscating flames
bare trees with blight charred
these walls proof against light but not against smoke

promises written in smoke
& one brief glint of compassion flames
out where desire will never cease its scorching

table built of ash
by time charred
where i write & leave entropic ash

turbulence, winds of smash, the thrown clouds scorching
first we are bent, numbed, then charred
alarms smoke

glaciers ringed with flames
we will leave this planet charred
with our yearning, our blind will to smoke

& commuting mobs crawl through a rain of ash,
watch electric flames
bless Scorching

brachistochrone

“A bedlamite speeds to thy parapets” --Hart Crane

then nix toxic theist
cages in Eos
whilst you level not
deduct nothing
& barely acknowledge the rain

these ghosts are the only soil
sleep’s dark & silent cat
Paradise
burned to the ground
little enough loath to doss
Paradise
has gone to the deuce
now is Ragnarok greened
Paradise
burned to the ground
this particular house
this particular family’s mementos
irretrievable
a photo
dog, ball, swimming pool
one August afternoon
the shock of this partition door
as it breaks the dawn silence
over
& over
Izdubaryonic glyph
Uqbar farouche
jibibubonica
you will go to the Moon
do not pass Go
the scanners who know
nothing but what their handheld says
of books or of reading

disambiguated silence

crawled up out of a dark pit
fine tuning my routine
the car waiting years
for a new paint job
carnatic Grewgious
words gradually
plight plot twist
antelucan dictionary
might be rain might be
house without windows dreaming
to glue the mirror back
lattice folded inly
hidden arabesque
shifting to present tense
& back
like light along a knife blade
tilted
the pop of new comments arriving
fiestaware bowl
set into fiesta bowl clack
debride stripped bare
gates of Tuva
(the monster’s being fettered
in large & small ways
& hardly ever kills
the monster’s being fettered
by forwarding facebook memes
you can relax now
the monster’s being fettered
in large & small ways
immerse myself
in what there is to do)
fire crawl with me
sharpened expiry
glimpses of abracadabra
& groans from overhead
reptilian princess
black crocodile tears

they probably fit a diff’rent pair
perfectly
cross of kryptonite
cross of kryptonite
perfectly

"You could make the case that Iain M Banks’s Culture novels are literary SF, that Sarah Waters has written literary historical thrillers, that Joseph Kanon or John le Carré write literary spy novels, that the metafictional quality of The Murder of Roger Ackroyd is a literary quality, and so on."

teenage waistline

(via glitchphotography on tumblr)

New Barnard's Star exoplanet. (Not Van de Kamp's, but closer in & smaller.)

    "Windows is Shutting Down

Windows is shutting down, and grammar are
On their last leg. So what am we to do?
A letter of complaint go just so far,
Proving the only one in step are you.

Better, perhaps, to simply let it goes.
A sentence have to be screwed pretty bad
Before they gets to where you doesnt knows
The meaning what it must of meant to had.

The meteor have hit. Extinction spread,
But evolution do not stop for that.
A mutant languages rise from the dead
And all them rules is suddenly old hat.

Too bad for we, us what has had so long
The best seat from the only game in town.
But there it am, and whom can say its wrong?
Those are the break. Windows is shutting down."

--Clive James

princess toast

New record.

co-morbid linchpin
the day just past

what is to fall
here already

view of Praha
on a photo album

permutation sunset
tint capturer

sound of falling water
that isn't

The untranslated.

gileadics

(via via hlavaty)

Civil defense in Dallas. (via curtis ohm in memories of dallas fb)

shelves ransacked
what quarry

someone who knows
more than this fool knows

knows
& once told

Autumnal creases.

double tap

(via)

"Lightning flicks its riding whip, blitzing this night with bright schisms." --Eunoia

Coulthart discusses a new imaginary-film soundtrack, with reference to this as a genre. (link fixed)

brought to you by the letter H
drizzle of conjunctions
right lane closed
that work i had started
emperors ago
remains

millions of miles away
Illyria
tower blinking

tougher than tough
that fragment of light

Cosey review.

mahli chito face

(via geof huth on fb)

The jade horse.

"CHAOS ORGANISED (Anagrammed Lines)

Let there be organised chaos:
A secret god, beneath his role.
Algebra, stored in the echoes...."

--Anthony Etherin

Cavett interviews Gorey.

"In general, a lot of the ickiness about living in 2018 feels like a period before a big public health tipping point. Instead of cigarettes, adulterated food and cholera, it's phones, social media and troll-bots." --Telf

Schicksalstag

(via)

"One suspects, indeed, that Compton-Burnett would not have been pleased to find herself in sequence with E F Benson and P G Wodehouse, for she was obviously a serious woman who wrote novels that she thought realistic about the tyrannies of family and quasi-familial life." --Frivolity Unbound

Fakelore. More.

Nuestra
Nichtigkeit

ilbon yori

Royal is where once
the lightless stretch i took
that were blaze to this

our nothingness
hallowed be thy nomen
headlights on in the daytime
MARGU DARGU chose

drizzle of peptides
hyper Jonas core

Seneca who raised
a tyrant to rule gave
a pretty good philosophy
let's not cast

aspersions

jiaya
vIt'a'
go

in the time that you have

Provocateur of the body. (thread)

stand against the void

(by frank r. paul via richard de angelis in retro rockets fb)

"Merriment, extorted by sallies of imagination, sprightliness of remark, or quickness of reply is too often what the Latins call the Sardinian laughter, a distortion of the face without gladness of heart." --The Rambler

The Showboat.

the order of the days
surprises me enough
to break uneasy doze

the order of the days
bringing the harm it does
nor handle to this knife

the order of the days
surprises me enough

Delillo on Trump.

(california wildfires via michelle rhea on fb)

"At some point, America will have to come to some sort of reckoning with the fact that war is the only full-employment program, the only education subsidy and the only social assistance that the Republican party will support." --mhoye

counted lamentation

Election litter.

styrofoam scarecrows & the christmas
         colonoscopy
sky a weird dusty presage-twilight
         are we ascending?
descending? going sideways, maybe?

Autistic Grewgious, an "angular man."

the sky is filled with scones

The Bouncing Czechs (not sure if this is different from the Nebraska band whose records we have--).

these clouds will be named
& forgotten as they pass
into other shapes of clouds

i worry now for names
i cannot see for gray
i grope among lost names
of what's now otherwise

i tell you like i know
i march along in step
with pretending it's the same
as words like clouds dissolve

A space of their own.

existential thrid

"The Sages of old live again in us; and in opinions there is a Metempsychosis. We are our reanimated Ancestours, and antedate their Resurrection." --Glanvill

Bunch reborn.

the lamentation of swans turns
fragile as a rice cake dropped
the smallest amount of food
that you can taste
autumn in the air
shootings
star-forgiveness
maybe this way will go
the eye tuned to framing photos
turned to trajectories
& mazes

"Verdun’s soil was so poisoned by explosives and lethal gas that to this day it produces only withered, stunted scrub and sick trees."

the book of ignoring small repairs

(from "men of other planets" by kenneth heuer via ron miller on retro rockets)

"His debut album Moss Side Story (1989, Mute) was presented as a soundtrack album for a contemporary film noir crime motion picture that did not exist (long before this had become a trope)..." (via feuilleton)

inroads on the light of day
& even if not · blankness
has its own em'rald arrow

the lane i'm in, occluded
occluded · or under-served
liquescent Nyctalops

peroxide of the moon
the wrecked sphere sculpture
dug from the Ground Zero ruins

The holy word for morning.

(sibley colliery, pennsylvania, via angel muniz via athanasius kircher on twitter)

crazy rich ascians

(japanese thunder robot toys via rapido)

Cult.

"AELINDROME IN THE PLASTIC NUMBER (1.3247179572447460259)

Tear the pen,
to pen
this yet-seen draw
words cut across.
It weaves in letters
it escapes, fathoms,
and thus reforms—
and hopes fate
scatters it, in leaves.
We cross
its cut and raw words,
yet see it open
the pent heart..."

--@Anthony_Etherin

the world's angers exemplified & answered

Dystopias now.

tower · cerulean;
streets of contested beige · rise
not entirely false

a flurry of ravens then
precedes me on the home loop

Mieville on Halloween.

(via)

breakthrough cure

Poets have been attracted to the story of Henry Darger, and now he is a detective.

green sky of tornado incipience
stretched through weeks
as if we had some plan

pink vapor trail
the seconds of the song counting down

a momentary berth
in a cathedral town

eyes pained by the glare
after so much dimness

only clowns survive
under pink vapor trails

the palindromic street-sign
& its wolf's-howl

diary of tyburn wassail

fables of phobos

(via scavengedluxury on tumblr)

Green star thread.

We got in a tattered old paperback by Paolo Soleri. It reminded me to look up Arcosanti again (bucket list!). I said maybe after this civilization has collapsed, we will be ready to build our arcologies. More (hoo boy!).

(via)

wicker lizard

Space chimps.

Sunshine after weeks & weeks of dim
returns, & after all that sodden rain
each creature from its own design of den
proceeds anew apace its share of the light to claim.

I wander, but my mind is full of harm
inflicted, or yet nascent & nebulous & vague;
fresh red against the dark upon maroon stains on the harg--
& i feel helpless--yet, as well, to blame. yet, obscurely, i'm to blame.

No one knows how much more crazed & grim
will these days turn, in sunlight or in gloom.
we try too little, gripe too much, let wish
run rampant, with our blindfold fears farouche:
one season, & this forest yields to flame.
            Rape-publicans unchecked;
our doddering routines ill-contradict
so much amassed greed, hatred,--& despair
that stands grins behind it all with claws phiz of calcspar.

Zubeneschamali on Language Hat.

(via glitchphotography on tumblr)

the battle for the emperor's soul

(via glitchphotography on tumblr)

Locations for Don't Look Now.

marks I would have made
are already made:
this shore so unforgiving

of forms
hat with animal ears
the witness recants

or doesn't recant
& a vote to make things better
is cast

or it isn't cast

Extinction rebellion thread.

the fifth exorcist

(trpygfx via sweetspider on tumblr)

How hippies saved physics.

leaves of fear, castle of grass
one long Reichstag Fire
Anne Frank this time rescued
in the dream
we cannot stop dreaming
& only could be quelled
by switching
to 2 diff'rent alphabets

ibogaine for Saul of Tarsus

A review!

clown costume ban

The great doodler.

this week not yet narrated
on its routines overlaid
the stark new necessities

not visible through traffic
or a beautiful sunrise
& what is fascism

that we have defeated it

Red ending.

(by 573p5 on tumblr)