the dummetizing

Dopesick.

"...the sway and pressure, the supreme secret communication, like the touch of leaves, between one sentence and the next." --Sparkenbroke

A reminder.

charge the surface

(via moon-princess-in-wonderland on tumblr)

Are we smart enough to know how smart animals are?

If the subjunctive had never been used for escape, how much more respect would it command!

Deep adaptation.

snapchat map

(by @quixoticidiot via glitchphotography on tumblr)

Good Harry Clarke article.

Nightwings. Watching for the aliens, like praying, at fixed times. The fight against the feeling of futility is part of the process.

valued Uvalde

Charles Morgan website.

The Woofus finds other beings too simple, too homogenous.

Philosophy diversity thread.

▲ ۞666 SL1ME ▲

Secret bar in Dallas.

"And airy terrors sable every dream" --Pope's Odyssey

Moonstruck.

Treat signifiers as evidence. Treat signifiers as erasure of evidence.

(via lanny quarles on fb)

higgs' bo's'n

(via bruce sterling on ello)

Kleist on the puppet theater.

"Although Kafka's original model for The Castle was probably a 'rambling pile' of a castle he had known as a boy in his fsther's provincial home town of Wossek, his vision of it merged with Hradcany." --Sonja Bullaty and Angela Lomeo, writing in Winter 1967 Horizon

Perec thread.

99. the very hungry cannibal

"...running Kali off is hard.
she is persistent with her
Black terrible self. she
knows places in my bones
i never sing about..."

--Lucille Clifton

"He’s guaranteed a place in heaven. In fact, he’ll also be a real estate mogul in heaven and have his own Trump Towers."

entangled
as the hour that lives & the hour that dies are entangled
in this poem,

in the Festival of the Falling King

SΛUDΛDƩ playlist. The label.

Here ends the longpoem MAL CANTO.

98. the art of the brick

Sarasota.

mutiny on the tro-charjata lifeboat
lofts one-bite loaf
according to the Argus-otchkied woofus:
lost watch key, doofus,
laid to rest with wreaths.

"This music is also known as 'acapella,' but many groups have moved away from this Christian label ('acapella' literally means, 'in the way of the chapel')."

97. signing in the rain

(via bruce sterling on ello)

Mayhem covered by tweens.

moon entangled
by morning branches
so all the gone years shine

not the worst
but the worst way that gets there

though "Merci passeþ alle þinge"
double down on the looking-out

in the Festival
of the Falling King

"It has also been dubbed the Doomsday glacier."

(google street view via glitchphotography on tumblr)

96. Mr Alarm

(via noealzii on tumblr)

"If we can’t imagine a world that’s different from our own, we’re never going to create it." --Kameron Hurley, 2019 interview

An appreciation of (the other) Iron Man. (via feuilleton)

In Saturn's clothes i fasten on a song
that forty years ago had flown the name
What is it in old battlefields of shame
can never yet persuade this war was wrong?
Ghost of a moon, though pale still looming huge,
whatever it was you taught me has gone by
leaving me matter in the centrifuge
& nothing but a demon in the sky

No traveller returns.

(via glitchphotography)

91. architecture about dancing

"When you are deprived of both an outside and an inside, you have no choice other than being an arcane fiction, something that can only be whispered about."

besieged by noise

not a voice
but something derived from a voice

the rhythm in flux
the source questionable

all we are is dust
in a browser window

the menu a schema
among the earliest artifacts

waiting in my bathrobe
for the pants in the dryer to dry

witchhouse
my first album download

outside a mower roaring
ladle sunflower kernels

without spilling one

The Amish Millionaire.

(via glitchphotography on tumblr)

95. two clowns remain at large

(by "O Ocampo '98" @ Dallas Barber College on Jefferson in Oak Cliff)

"With thickening darkness closed the doubtful day" --"Pope's" Odyssey

"Ants appear in nearly every one of the prose pieces."

(hearing the song now
i chance to recall
how it would have moved me

seeming to describe
whoever held my heart at the time

can barely remember her
still love the song

that's how it goes
in the Festival of the Falling King

yet there was a time
i was swept up
to the seventh heaven

with her help)

"As I’ve grown as a writer and a human being, existing in an uncertain time – with climate change and nationalism threatening to re-forge the landscape of human civilization as we know it – my outlook on the world and the genre has shifted from one of distaste for all things sweet and syrupy to embracing the moral compass and real heroics of the people around me."

(via noealzii on tumblr)

94. ferret area

"In the morning I see several friends escaping from the window."

time is like a hurricane
in the Festival of the Falling King
no eye of calm for novocain
time is like a hurricane
though barcode were the mark of Cain
still realms lie ripe for fossicking
time is like a hurricane
in the Festival of the Falling King

Of long ears & short.

93. other poisons other rooms

Grenier/ Saroyan.

barcode skull a-boiling
rebellion's wack crackers
greenhouse-effect fandom
finds a grinding grievance

is it true trees flower
as a tryst whist-bandied
name sought back in Sumer
assigned here beyond clearing

Merwin & Celan.

(by 1-34 via outrundis on tumblr)

92. a twist in my civility

"And where the sullen Chebar crept
The ritual of my fathers kept."

--Whittier

"Entire countries now face expiration dates..."

& what for you whom i hardly mention
partner in all i possess
your rising & your setting make my daystar
& if i have no words for you
you have plenty for yourself

your packages going out
sometimes pass through my hands
& i am honored
by the passage
at the end of all my catching up

you wait for me
you were there at the beginning

"God will provide. Nothing people do will ever destroy the majesty of His creation."

(via bharati ishaya on fb)

My tanka.

90. shangri lapierre

(via)

"Although Kafka's original model for The Castle was probably a 'rambling pile' of a castle he had known as a boy in his father's provincial home town of Wossek, his vision of it merged with Hradcány." --Sonja Bullaty and Angela Lomeo, writing in Winter '67 Horizon

"It waited in place, like a buoy on the surface of the ocean, until the ‘ship’ of the solar system ran into it." (via @bldgblog)

in a cool place
escape to cooler
Pluto
Pluto's night

you live in a hot place

"In response, Heap argues that the Baroness is merely 'unhampered by sanity'..."

89. sleek, sophisticated and very slippery

(via n3on-bowling on tumblr)

"I kept on falling like a tower that sees its birds fly off" --V Nezval, tr Rothenberg & Sovak, from Poems for the Millennium, Volume One (1995)

Best title in the history of words. More.

storm before morning
so faraway from the story
anger's banked embers
no closer to a cure
compass north & casus belli

"Rare among the Beats in recognizing that the transparency of oral and written language was the last bastion of the humanism he opposed, Ginsberg is a good, even surprising, example for Watten to read as a pre-Language poet. However, better examples, I think, can be found in Melvin B. Tolson (his torqueing of received lexicons) or, even more obscure, in Russell Atkins’s reversion to linguistic devices excised from popular usage."

88. target-rich environment

(via audiovisual-dept on tumblr)

"...Sherlock composing a monograph on the ash of all known sorts of cigars and with this ash as with a talisman progressing through a crystal labyrinth of possible deductions to the one radiant conclusion." --V Nabokov, The Luzhin Defense (tr Scammell, 1964)

"The only really good news is that the river’s not flowing backwards any more."

winter
as they call it
by the old calendar
going · but hot & cold still play
their tag

tag
ullage
versts ago
written on soap
xenodochium
you would say it's dying
zero-sum theologies
are prey to those bleak metaphors
because who else is there babbles them
concrete wreckage amid · song rising t'ward
digital dropbox where i squander guesses
clasp fetters · preach stillness of insolence
bark out hymns of penury · covet
a whole night's sleep in the forest
zoobies salvaged from the pyre
you know as Making It
xiphopagus school
wielding patterns
Vogon ode
utter
tharn

sometimes butterfly
but the rest of the time a worm in the dirt

"Gordon Parks had his camera, which for him was as powerful a 'weapon' as any."

87. song of astronomical spring

(pic by geof huth on fb)

"whirlwind of hilarity and horror" --Un Coup De Dès tr Daisy Aldan

" Fisher’s problem was with a left that targets individuals rather than systems, that abstracts identity from class and that assails enemies and heretics more than it attempts to win friends."

piles of broken branches gathered up
modern songs that sound like ancient

it sometimes made sense for some of them
but never any sense to me

lamprey-like attach myself to some
preëxistent discourse

reflection of brake lights pulsing
all the matte-brown slats of the fence pick up

History of the Norfolk jacket.

86. the threat landscape

(via alan gardner in retro rockets on fb)

Merwin in The New Yorker.

epochal antelucan orb
has watched spawn emerge
greenish half-light of changing

white puff starting out
i kind of love though i shouldn't
desolate only at intervals

will i make this next light
probably not

carry on bright wisp

Pinocchio's progeny.

85. in par(enth)esis

(pic by mrstsk on tumblr)

"In bygone years, the idea of finding the places in which philosophy and literary genres coincide would be a bizarre tangent; now, it seems like a much more normal endeavor."

bookcase
books removed
and the tide rushes in

my last pair
of Payless shoes

Japanese ambient.

84. 6 answered questions

(pic from town of bloom, via miekal and on fb: "When my father was in law school in the early ‘80s, one of his classmates visited the criminal ward at Mendota on a tour, and brought back a story about Ed. Apparently the classmate, recognizing Gein in a dayroom, lagged behind the rest of the tour, and went to speak with him. After a few minutes of small talk with this 'normal, quiet old man,' the visitor decided to cut to the chase, and asked him: 'Ed, if they let you out right now...' 'Yes?' said Ed. 'Would you... do it again?' Ed’s eyes lit up, and the years dropped away, as he leaned in and said, in a voice trembling with excitement... 'Well..? You never know.' " --Nathan McQuillen)

500X Gallery story.

i have taught my shadow patience
in the long rays of evening
where ev'ry move wreaks havoc
in he order of things

Abramelin for rabbits.

83. slocum's razor

" '...I am Arnaut who weep and go singing,
with anguish of mind I see my old folly
and with joy see before me the hoped-for day...' "

--Merwin's Purgatorio, XXVI.

Two memories of Merwin. (via 3quarks daily)

night skunk smell
guitar distortion
apologies
i could not then have given

she always wrote checks
in her small, neat handwriting
to Easter Seals, for the animals,
& after i spent a summer
roaming the country alone,
for runaway children

Recension C.

82. highway 61 cygni

The Potemkin Village. (via metafilter)

ragweed blitzkrieg hiddenness
to the azury lift · song
inbetween the words · blind spot
dogging me who would rather
just say · silence blitzkrieg · he
who knows doesn't unfurl it
pearls from the wanhope deep
Marianas trenchmouth · go
little book · since books must go
as must their bootless readers
& the meanings of the words
no less than the sweet paper

New Caretaker.

81. categorical interim tuner

"For myself and a lot of autistics next month is hell. It’s when the whole world joins together to support an organization that is incredibly harmful to us and has fueled and fed off of stigma against us for the past 13 years." (via supergee on livejournal

noir Orion
site of furious burning
solitary
the heron
spate of words sent after
dark in shamrock
eyes that hold the burning
always returning
to that roadside gravel
always remembered
where nothing happened

the bullet that is magic
can make a peanut butter sandwich
a plastic straw
is wise in the ways of death

this gravity thing
i think i've got the knack of it
parasol aeronauts
autumn siliquae & all

Ghostmodernism.

80. accelerate grim nutrition

(pic by greg metz on fb)

They can't make me care about their stupid TV show, no matter how many others do.

Inside the bascule chamber. (via feuilleton)

(for W S Merwin)

a name that could be this way spelled
or that way spelled
in the mind
without recourse to google
thread leading back
to primordial doubt
sunrise or dusk the same light

"...I can not imagine how profoundly dehumanizing it must have been for W., Jeb, and company to grow up with a father who could justify training paramilitary death squads to invade Latin America, and in turn how dehumanizing it must have been for George Senior to grow up with a father, Senator Prescott Bush, who could justify helping finance Adolf Hitler during World War II to expand the family fortun."

79. OM, mutt, Ummo

(from London Landmarks by Marjorie C Bales)

"When we rest, our eyes stay open;
we are always off to war

--Ferron

"sometimes a person posed in a garden. the portrait peers back.
in others the flowers are cut, placed in a vase, this movement empty."

witness to my rare, ham-fisted charity:
one more deeply rooted in precarity

this antelucan caravan
at last warms me
with harrowing elan

after i put aside
all sense of myself as sharp:
the things i fangled, rathe or ripe,
a breeze or hard;
after i takeaway the heap
of word & deed
& dreamlife under the tarp,
what indeed am i save "blind
& stupefied heart"?

a lover of kimchee.
twelve-tone music & art
that tingles the back of the throat...
of vistas rare, Led Zep on harp;
subfusc, taupe.
then once untied, these winds will seep
t'ward ev'ry road
on earth, winging, freed:
no longer by my stance confined

to localized particularity.

"I sometimes feel the urge to say that all poetry is for the ghosts, as much as it is for the living."

78. PAGRE, wolf 424, flower gap

(pic from ИНСАН, ЗАМАН, ИЗЛЗР by Ј. ШАМИЛОВУН [1974])

"Dreaming’s defeat we kept dreaming."

spiderverse vaporwave
"99 Tears" are the
99 names of Allah

place where the witches were
O, genie torpedos word rows.
Ode protein: ego.

quit pressin' on the ring
to get it back in true

"I think we can rule parts of the world, for a night at a time."

77. wraethu domdaniel & its sericon

Karen Carpenter's voice, the most beautiful one i know, is like the waters of the Gulf of California: you can see a hundred feet down they're so clear, & it's dark at the bottom--something undefined, that could be death, or oblivion, or ecstasy, you can never tell which. Adele's voice is like that, but turbid with all the drama. You can only see a little ways into it, yet the depth is palpable.

"...it’s tempting to see the shift from wizards and lovelorn vampires to teenagers fighting for their lives in a state-organised spectacle as indicative of general change in the cultural temperature."

airworthy dwine
Glencliff
FOLYLOLDI gain

through teudib
& its dirgewrixle veils

"Was she another of life’s cracked Hummel figurines?

76. and to think that i saw it on melba street

I am almost completely immune to the Change Imperative of Consumerism; i change, but according to my own laws. But as a direct consequence, it often seems as if i am subsisting exclusively on a diet of Endangered Species.

"These configurations appear to be sturdy. Yet each is so delicately balanced that the slightest touch would topple it."

halcyon after the storm
one maze
traded in for another
wisp of cirrus
hopes there still can be

& the many illusions followed
followed, followed, followed
like a river to the sea
& the rattletrap trash can cart
sings on its empty trip back

"...a made-up expert in a made-up field talking about a made-up event."