58. 10 reasons the earth is not flat

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"She was stabbed through and through with beauty sweet as honey and sharp as a sword, and it was as if her heart must break in her at its turning. After this brief intensity of joy or pain, whichever it was, it was as if something in her actually did break, scattering loose a drift of pent-up words. That was how poems came. After the anguished joy, the breaking loose of the words, then the careful stringing of them together on a chain, the fastidious, conscious arranging, then the setting them down, and reading them over, and the happy, dizzy (however erroneous) belief that they were good....That was how poems came, and that was life at its sharpest, its highest intensity. afterwards, one sent them to papers, and it was pleasant and gratifying if other people saw them and liked them too. But all that wad a side issue." --Rose Macaulay, Told By an Idiot (1923)

Blood and rockets.

Serpo can tan corpse
draze of ghost vorpal

wreath of wet feathers
sovran misfix box

i remove soothsay
sunrise catpads in

the gray Bardo onus
ours unless vestige

one unlit riddle
so vamoose rude boy

of riprap shattered
made & odes frozen

gauze wings let carry

Verifiable Nightmares.