cthulhucenotaph

(via fuzzyghost on tumblr)

Red Lemonade.

"I decided that it's only fair that with a personal savior you get a personal destroyer, niche terrorism being the obvious next step in identity politics." --Vanessa Veselka, Zazen (2011)

Rapture.

wide width

"We can't find gravitons or make them work, not because of anything mysterious about dimensions, but because there's only one graviton."

Kuebiko.

The deathgrip of one's most arrogant foolishness...

'Kimchee' in Korean.

At Richland College, as i went back out to my car, about 50 to 100 geese (who live there) were sedately passing through, in formation, on foot, walking with considerable dignity & the occasional muted honk.

CD & DVD longevity.

brief american pageant

(via)

"The Menmeiz pop-up is planned to be the first in a cross-country series aiming to bridge the divide between Japan and its neighbouring countries through the soft power of kawaii, retro-infused art."

Listening to "Sinnerman" (Nina Simone), i think: this is the feeling a cli-fi novel should have.

The real secret of Area 51.

plastic knife

(snodyda via chernobylandpripyat on tumblr)

Rack of spam.

Self cultivation & the cultivation of appetites are not the same, but contraries. For as you truly cultivate yourself, your appetites diminish.

"Honestly I think this whole thing kicked off with the 50s nostalgia of the 70s. I'm not an anthropologist, but I think that was a cynical reactionary wave perpetrated by people who were too square for the 60s...I don't think nostalgia mining by volume has been increasing—my experience was that 60s nostalgia in the 80s was the peak of nostalgia culture saturation—but it has moved from being just a marketing ploy, thanks in large part to meme culture. I mean we went from image macros of 'only 90s kids will remember!' to entire music genres re-imagining a past that never existed."

air diary

(via)

"In total about 168 methane plumes are now observed to be bubbling out of the sea bed off the Washington and Oregon coasts."

Star-akin
chases yes as
China karst.

Jill Parr artwork.

final wishes organizer

(via "weird secondhand finds that just need to be shared" group on fb)

All hail the algorithm.

"Today marks the 15th anniversary of Allen Ginsberg's death; he once told me he smokes not to get high, but rather because he likes to cough." --@ZenBastard (Paul Krassner), 6 Apr 2012 on tw

what to do with your hatred while waiting for the incitement to violence

(via dualvoidanima on tumblr)

3D Ryugu.

"well, the best thing to do with mimeograph is to drop it
from a five story window, on the head of a cop"

--Diane di Prima, Kerhonkson Journal (1971)

Conlanging in The Believer.

Don't juggle in the mirror.

superseded translation

(pic by @jeffreyford8 on twitter)

This game of ambiguous signals is a foreign language to me. Imagine a game of ambiguous chess.

"...the occult book of arcane knowledge became a singular protagonist in most genre fiction and popular cultural forms." (via feuilleton)

"The stars have grooved our eyes with old persuasions" --Hart Crane

"From this distance, it already seems like the last summer of another age."

Einstein's house--slippers

Poem which may be missing.

"Confucius had the wisdom to forbid that a religion be based on his personality or codes; and his injunction against graven images has fared better than a similar injunction in the Ten Commandments. Hence Confucius continues unchanged as a realistic philosopher, or early pragmatist, while Laotzu and Jesus, his ethical fellows, have been tampered with by prelates, have been more and more removed from human living and relegated as mystics to a supernatural world." --Witter Bynner, intro to The Way of Life (1944)

Skald. Another skaldic-inspired.

We will judge our leaders by the quality of their disaster-response.

bugge

(via doctor-autobot on tumblr)

Laotzu & the Zohar.

"Cthulhucene," because the knowledge itself must be veiled in metaphor, statistics, & euphemisms.

"Oh, God, to wake up in the morning with a hangover and look out and see that figure turning, turning, holding the sombrero—you knew what death would be like."

"What takes place in the mind and heart are alone the true events; their outward expression in the shifting and impermanent shapes of matter is the least real thing in the world." --Algernon Blackwood, The Centaur (1911)

(via decayingcat on tumblr)

blindfold taste test

(via kelseylorene on tumblr)

"On the other hand, I see no reason to doubt his 50,000 publishing poets figure as we head towards the end of this decade."

The death of perforations, like the disappearance of a beetle you were never quite sure was a separate kind.

throne of metallic hydrogen

(via doctor-autobot)

"...there are stories of the two conversing in ancient Greek as children, simply to deter eavesdroppers..."

Solitude of the tool-maker.

clean clown

(via)

"We were on the brink of understanding God, or killing him forever, we didn’t know which."

A weariness sometimes lifted, but never dispelled.

straw dog

(via via aldaily)

"If slam poets & visual poets go around thinking that nobody takes their genres seriously as literature, haiku poetry has been off the map altogether – a genuinely popular literary art form that receives no attention whatsoever from what Charles Bernstein would call Official Verse Culture..."

Things I never have enough of: Space (for my books); Time (to read them).

final catcher

Where to plant the trees.

"Often I watched my sisters take their flight
Down heaven's stairway of the clustered stars
To gaze on mortals through their lattice bars;
And some in sleep they woo with dreams of bliss
Too shadowy to tell, and some they kiss.
But all to whom they come, my sisters say,
Forthwith forget all joyance of the day,
Forget their laughter and forget their tears,
And dream away with singing all their years."

--Ernest Dowson, The Pierrot of the Minute

19 lines of the villanelle

(mvbxr on tumblr)

"The truth is that the Sun has been known to past [sic] through 13 constellations since the boundaries of the 88 modern constellations were formalized by the International Astronomical Union in 1922, and the Moon can appear in 18 of them." (More about "See's Planet" & Poniatowski's Bull.)

"Herodotus describes an Egyptian labyrinth of three thousand intercommunicating rooms on two levels. The Dallas-Fort Worth airport can remind you of that." --Hugh Kenner

"How do you describe missing something you’ve never known directly? There is a Welsh word, hiraeth, which, though very difficult to translate into English, may approximate to something like ‘grief for lost places of the past, or homesickness for a home which may have never been’, and that definition may come closest to what it is I’m feeling."

Magnolia, cicadas on the air when I came home.

out of the violent planet

"But a name, as you surely know, need not be composed of one or two syllables only; a whole symphony may be a name, and a whole orchestra playing for days, or an entire nation chanting for years, may be required to pronounce the beginning merely of--of certain names." --Algernon Blackwood, The Human Chord (1910)

Old Town Road.

the pearl of the world

(gracemarieart on tumblr)

Panelaks & more. (via feuilleton)

To think of the practice of not writing everything--as a gathering, not a throwing away.

Children of the Wicker Man.

"We may be in the Universe as dogs and cats are in our libraries, seeing the books and hearing the conversation, but having no inkling of the meaning of it all." --William James, qtd in Blackwood

profiles in curry

Suleymaniye Mosque-(Suleymaniye Camii)

For saktra, 'sovereignty of the person' is a ground, not something to be negotiated. But we have yet to discover a good way to break this news to the others.

"One of the exciting features of the first flourishings of Hauntological music in 2005/06 was the absence of a discernible formula."

cosmeceutical calm

(via doctor-autobot on tumblr)

Rise & fall of internet art communities.

I don't even want to use fewer than three colors of inkpen.

oaken alibi

(by @CdbWarren via @AnthonyEtherin on tw.)

Short history of Meiji literature.

One can imagine 'ambient temperature' (i.e. thermal naturalism) as a kind of vow, but not as a movement.

the heartless sentimentalists of babylon

(pic by michael puttonen on fb)

Cyber devil's-dictionary (thread).

How many minutes a day am I required to think about climate change? Once a day? Every time I use electricity?

the sorrows of ammonium

Scariest novels. (via supergee) (My vote would go to Hell House or The Haunting of Hill House--but the truly scariest thing i ever read was nonfiction, The Hot Zone. And then The Long Emergency came along...)

Suddenly it strikes me: i may have already had that thought before.

Stonehenge skyscape.

"Where lawless gluttons riot, mirth's a crime;
The luscious wines, dishonour'd, lose their taste;
The song is noise, and impious is the feast." --Pope's Odyssey, II.

"The 1% have only given us two options as they squeeze the world to its last drop: respond with love that is desperately radical or hate that is desperately regressive."

la ridado flava

"I was the last virgin." --Rhoda Jantzin

Agrippa scale of four.

Climate change is war. But if you want to rush out to be on the front line, you don't have to. The front line is here.

The SHADO Library & Archives.

la timo di tempestego

"Soblen was not just a psychiatrist. He was also a top Soviet spy and friend of Stalin who was tasked with infiltrating the American Trotskyist movement."

"The instinct of acquisitiveness has more perverts, I believe, than the instinct of sex." --Point Counter Point

"As the story goes, Von only sold 313 copies in its first year on sale."

spirochitty-chitty-bang-bang

(via kara quarles via lanny quarles on fb)

Family variations of a game, in which some of the rules are different, or ignored altogether: American forms of Buddhism, Hinduism, ktp.

Dear America.

l'atesteri

(via via gerald blow on fb)

GPT-2. The whole thread.

the known unknowns at play

I thought i took more pictures than that.

Counted sorrows.

the organ harvester's song

Mal Canto.

Morning sun, caught in the light-sculpture, if you happen to pass at the right time of day at the right time of year--& nothing to tell you when that is, but your own eyes.

Flat white & cortado.

    "The Night City

Unmet at Euston in a dream
Of London under Turner’s steam
Misting the iron gantries, I
Found myself running away
From Scotland into the golden city.

I ran down Gray’s Inn Road and ran
Till I was under a black bridge.
This was me at nineteen
Late at night arriving between
The buildings of the City of London.

And the I (O I have fallen down)
Fell in my dream beside the Bank
Of England’s wall to be, me
With my money belt of Northern ice.
I found Eliot and he said yes

And sprang into a Holmes cab.
Boswell passed me in the fog
Going to visit Whistler who
Was with John Donne who had just seen
Paul Potts shouting on Soho Green.

Midnight. I hear the moon
Light chiming on St Paul’s.

The City is empty. Night
Watchmen are drinking their tea,

The Fire had burnt out.
The Plague’s pits had closed
And gone into literature.

Between the big buildings
I sat like a flea crouched
In the stopped works of a watch."

--W S Graham

(via @JoyceCarolOates)

bewildebeest

Bouquet of skies. Delectation of the phrase. Nothing much to say. Bouquet of skies.

Extreme texts.

all the experiences

10 contemporary Chinese artists.

Twice as many years since i first collected my thoughts into a book, as it took to collect them, yet i would not have a fraction of those needed to provide a sequel: this is when a musician puts out an album of all song-covers.