brave little twister

(via)

"Gods as we are, we are but slaves to Jove" --Pope's Odyssey, V.

"Imagine you saw a 37 billion tonne object about to enter Earth's atmosphere, jeopardising civilisation."

a clear bowl in which to mete out
Legos by the pound
paradigms of lost music
not-quite rainbows

airbrushed nacelles

return to the caliphate

(via)

"But better burn incense before heathen gods, said Vicky, than burn none at all." --Rose Macaulay, Told by an Idiot (1923)

What's happening in Brazil?

Indistinguishable songs my refuge,
feeding the tsunami.
By the shores of Gitche Gumee
on thwarts to stodge.

cerulean the watchword
if the watch for failure have success
& the Pinkertons disburse
magic sordor with their bread.

Tvashtar.

non-binary emoji

"Soares, well, Soares’ favorite novel is Alexander Theroux’ Darconville’s Cat."

Tlön, pilda Tlön:
nada marrow or Ramadan
subfusc welkin or marrow nada
shimmy sparkle Tlön.

my own poems absent
from the dialogue
wiping honey from a page
put scissors away
not enough can be found

by the finder

Markemo.

fierce conversation

"Some kings with arbitrary rage devour" --Pope's Odyssey

Orange cone.

Rat- sin- ger-
wider than a mile
My Llorona kraal
ixnay--
we come out of Brennan's
& they're sweeping up glass
where the door used to be
& i don't have to wonder
if things have since changed
death of the pilgrimage industry

with what senses should you have been gifted?

deplaning lakes

(via)

Life and breath of galaxies. (via @LeeBillings on Twitter)

I heard that dove last night--
& then, again, today.
Must be nearby:
soft longings of bitter fate.

And what it means to have one nest
our eaves beneath, in such a berth
as takes our breath:
like cones in fire immersed

setting mists

(via)

Atlas Press news.

Garment of weariness is who i am,
the shadow of a gaze besides.
Of orpiment & merriment there's scads
for now, in this clime.

Unfinished means finished among these walls
i halfway sought to lodge between,
with words hazarding willy-nilly upon
gravel tracks & shaky wheels.

Desire that snares, & yet the only hymn;
organizes some tea, & then a tribe,
shoots Pluto-wards or squib--
in this place, in this time.

ooblech & the new spasmodics

(pic by doctor-autobot on tumblr)

"He thinks that the Bomb destroyed tomorrow, but the joke is that there never was a tomorrow. The Bomb didn't make any difference." --The Night Action

Year of the Drake.

Something only the killer
would know
tripping days of April
something only the killer
a little bit of dried time
to mar the light to make it stick
something only the killer
would know

fear and trampolining

Duck & cover
on the floor next to your desk,
asbestos grit on the floor
& on the surface of the desk

picture by picture
deeper into the labyrinth

thunder in walmart

(via)

What was America? Was it a wrist,
a hand? Keep writing the same date
day after day, in the same light
      risk averse
      in the spiderverse
      of syllabic verse
Aver loud clamor,
a lam or a cloud rave.

brushed aluminum at dawn

aver boyg trash auras,
hautboy grave

pale lemon & turquoise
set & setting sun

wait list

"That century of wind in a single puff" --Wallace Stevens

Cod reggae.

Arrived into the twenty-first century
wall of distractions
& with plenty of doomsday to go around
true poem
a book only of numbers

almost a known name
but one letter off

disaster tourists come to america

"As the archaic power of images is transformed by new technologies that hold us in thrall, images have become a primary weapon of terror, a form of visual terrorism."

cancer is happy but cancer is always happy

in darkest America
tribe of everyone

but not like Schindler
will i be of use

a few late thieves
a painful mystery

i cannot wish to hear
Foreigner again

glass that disappears

"It's been compared to Tristam Shandy, but it's closer to Mickey Spillane." --The Night Action

"Poets tend to see one thing as another, in another, with another, which makes us lousy bankers and particle physicists but decent examples, in a splintered age, of people who look through and around difference to find kinship and common cause."

floor honeycombed black & white
fetch old paper & bugs
a pedestrian jouks

clear gray sky, the path bungled,
present barricades civic
improvement (is said)

clogged atmosphere,
civet waft, ascian
thunder

jungian boogie

"And yet who knows, but ripening lies in fate
An hour of vengeance for the afflicted state..."

     --ibid

Maya self-publishing.

And take what solace
you can find in illness

i shaped my prayers to Nemesis only to find
this plague but tool of Nemesis unfolding

And take what solace you
can find in illness

lightning where it should not be
throne of games

where Cthulhu sleeping dreams
& tulpas ricochet

put that in Firefox

uncured

Greyhound, hey dog run,
lives
in the shadows
Arneb, suicide wine,
Riame

rooftop found
hey dog
      inhale edgier
globe-girdling Nagan
the little i could do

piloting Emair
piloting
piloting good
for Benra & for keeps

Topological superconductivity. (via cathy gould on fb)

gilgameh

"Sour with debauch, a reeling tribe they came." --Odyssey, iii.

Blue World. (via Metafilter)

Before the Prophet
went over to the Dark Side

nor have i apologized
to those i mythologized

i have listened, in ignorance & sorrow,
to so many musics departing

anointing the Void
gentle, philosemitic Vienna

wash & reuse plastic straws

elephant bell

Poem.

We always knew our gleaming machines brought death, just not so much, so unstoppably.

little flyers everywhere

Mario then & now.

I'm ready for the ruins. The roads are there already.

drane

Morning light so much more beautiful than anything there is to see by it.

The drottkvaett stanza.

"Prison was a good place to be tired. There I taught my conscience the art of fatigue, as a consequence of which pssion and integrity died immediately, without protest." --Rubicon Beach (1986)

orchestra of metal and hellfire

"...the whole dark story clear..." --Pope's Odyssey, iii.

The Skaldic Project.

So many ways we break our toys, & are broken by them.

interdictionary

"To be constantly reminded that a chunk of the world would rather risk public health crises or funnel bleach into their terrified child’s orifices than have or love anyone like you can’t help but weigh a person down."

"You asked me if 'objectify'
was even a real word"

--The Wild Reeds, Cheers (2019)

before i lerned espresso takes a spoon

The Song Weigher.

Ido out of Esperanto: like that vogue there was in the 80s of doing a reggae version of your song.

la cumparsita

(image modified from gustav moreau by lanny quarles on fb)

Retrospective.

All unprotected lefts end in Narcolepsy.

"I paid the fee, uploaded my driver’s license for identity verification by edX, buckled my seat belt, and entered the 'new era'." (via language log)

Rochelle Owens: 'Color Pool in Umbria, in Memoriam Al Held'

"1

First a question

then an outline

is it an anatomical form

the monumental painting

is it bearing a signature

and are the letters blurred?

Again the question

the monumental painting

is it an anatomical form

a form of optical effects

of peculiar power

is it bearing a signature

and are the letters blurred?

2

A dead man in a pool

closely and intimately the smell

of chlorine

dead in the swimming pool

of his Umbrian Villa

gorgeous the stone work

painted tiles medieval ruins

the drowned artist’s passion

his rural Eden

monumental the golden mosaic

the giant Cyclops

the gleaming brutal eye

splintering sunlight grapevines

fields of sunflowers olive groves

the drowned artist floating

circling drifting round and round

his rural Eden

a color pool of aquamarine

a dead man’s float

the full sweet lips open

Incredible the beauty

of the Umbrian maid a girl of fifteen

a farmer’s daughter

the muscles of her back

spirally arranged her honey-tone hands

slipping under layers of water

the drowned artist floating beyond

further and further

moving in circles diagonals

ovals rectangles squares triangles

moving beyond the honey-tone hands

further and further

the drowned artist seized

seized by Cyclops the giant

jittery energy the body of work

is work of the body

drifting geometries

3

Incredible the beauty

of the Umbrian maid a girl of fifteen

on her knees

moving in circles

polishing the marble floor

a farmer’s daughter

singing ‘amore mio amore mio’

the marble floor sparkling

smiling at her reflection

the full sweet lips open

In the afternoon

sipping Umbrian wine

tearing off the wing of

a roast pigeon a breast vein

as thick as a finger

4

Everyday Disturbances

in Umbrian farm country

sipping white wine

the faythful cut their tongues out

it is possible that a discarded wallet

holds the beggar spellbound

overzealous crushing the grapes

dangerous and violent the fruit

when the fish gasped Jesus laughed

the full sweet lips open

pulling off the skin of the fish

like a glove hearing a mourning dove

succulent the fillet rolled

rapturous the tongue of the monk

the volume of the fish sea water

spilled on the putrefied heart"

(via)

covenant lite

(via ladytrevelyan via interdimensional-traveller via 00-introspective-machine on tumblr)

"In 2013, I was weary of everything I’d written. So I decided to murder my poems..."

" 'Fall / in love / with your solitude.'
says the Instagram poet
with 1.6 million
followers.

Maybe it was
'Eat your hunger.'

*

You’re 'excited to see'
how you will withstand
the coming cold and dark.

*

To withstand.
To hang around.
to hang around
with.
To withdraw.
To wither.

*

'Who are you talking to?'

*

To this vine
hung with wrinkled
purple bladders."

--Rae Armantrout

"Now it was time, and there was nothing for it."

Li'l Glek-Nas

(via doctor-autobot on tumblr)

Dancing with grief.

Ghost-dance, of the believers in words.

"...for the last 30-odd years, the Lafferty readership has resembled nothing so much as one of the secret societies he described." (via supergee on livejournal)

“I tell my students, 'When you get these jobs that you have been so brilliantly trained for, just remember that your real job is that if you are free, you need to free somebody else. If you have some power, then your job is to empower somebody else. This is not just a grab-bag candy game.” ―Toni Morrison

shipment of hopefuls

This is a roaring glacial melt, under the bridge to Kangerlussiauq, Greenland where it's 22C today and Danish officials say 12 billions tons of ice melted in 24 hours, yesterday. pic.twitter.com/Rl2odG4xWj

— Laurie Garrett (@Laurie_Garrett) August 1, 2019

Some Spare scans here. (via wesley joyner on fb)

Narcolepsy as a compass point.

Virgil Finlay astrological signs.

     "MASKS (Anagram-Haiku)

Nightmare, shift. Who speaks?
The masks: A whisper of night
throwing makeshift shapes...."

--@Anthony_Etherin

"In 2008, the Iowa River flooded, essentially destroying the university’s art museum. Almost miraculously, Pollock’s painting—along with most of Iowa’s amazing collection—was saved and moved to a space in Davenport. In 2012, 'Mural' was shipped off to the Getty Museum, in Los Angeles, for a two-year face-lift. And ever since, like an aging rock star, it has been on perpetual tour, in the United States and in Europe, while the university rebuilds its museum." (via aldaily)

new forms of precarity

"If branding and intellectual property rights were taken to an extreme and merged with the Marxist ideal that people must not be alienated from the objects of their labor—nor from the collective identity arising from that labor—then we might approach the Tlingit sense of ownership."

"...and ghosts for love
void a few tears
of wax upon
forlorn altars"

--Geoffrey Hill

No walls.

I dreamed i was a gatekeeper for the Not-Yet-Forsaken.

Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind? (via vox populi on fb)

two-headed eagle

"In 2017, M.I.T.’s LabSix—a research group of undergraduate and graduate students—succeeded in altering the pixels of a photograph of a cat so that, although it looked like a cat to human eyes, Inception became 99.99-per-cent sure it had been given a photograph of guacamole."

Saying there's going to be light hasn't yet enabled me to see in the dark.

The Maze. (via)

    "Flying Saucers

Tuesday three in the afternoon 24 June 1947

Kenneth Arnold of Boise, rescue pilot, businessman, deputy sheriff and federal marshal, U.S. Forest Serviceman

At 9,000 feet crystal-clear conditions

Alone in his Callair between Chehalis and Yakima

An hour’s detour searching for a lost transport

Out of the blue a flash like just before a midair crash

Made him look left north of Mount Rainier

To see at ninety degrees

Nine seeming jet planes in a V pointed south

The echelon vaguely bobbing and weaving

Flashing reflections

Twenty-four miles off

Against Rainier’s snows, tailless—

Flying nearly forty miles

Between Mounts Rainier and Adams

Three times the speed of sound

The first crossed the ridge bridging the mountains

As the last came over its north crest five miles back

Nine crescents needing to be

Half a mile long to be seen

Flying that fast that far away

So smooth mirroring sunlight

Like speedboats on rough water

Wavering in formation

Like the tail of a Chinese kite

Wings tipping flashing blue white

Each like a saucer skipped over water"

--Bryan Sentes (with the video)

reading copy

"In the City State of the Invincible Overlord it is known as the Thieves' Quarter, in Lankhmar it is the Interlopers' Quarter, in Vornheim it is the Sixth District, in The City In The Waste it is the Fugitive Quarter, in Greyhawk it is The Intermittent Quarter, in Ptolus it is Quiettown, in Sharn it is Greyedge, in Orthrist it is The Neophytes, in Budapest it is Csigavaros, it is The Quarter On the Far Side Of The Corner, the Quarter Underneath."

"For a canon is not a list but a narrative of some intricacy, depending on places and times and opportunities. Any list--a mere curriculum--is shorthand for that." --Hugh Kenner

Think of a number.

Tribes: as if the Starbucks drink I usually order would automatically put me in league with those like, & set me apart from all others, against whom I was sworn to eternal enmity.

meth-gators

(via gordon hilgers on fb)

"Everything began with a single video -- a video entitled “nobody here” uploaded by the arbitrary king of the genre Daniel Lopatin under the pseudonym “sunsetcorp” on July 19, 2009."

    "Viking Spring

This: barley green as grass
swaying in gusty May;
its clouds of brandished blades.
This: ghost-blurs from the coast,
hoar-brained crows cawing, haar
fingering the halting
hearts and limbs of lambs
willed to life on the hill.

And this: wing-whirr of geese,
wind-arrows in narrow
formation confirming
sea-currents still foment
their baleful heat, hot blood
and gold-greed still breed in
the mind; sea-wolves still found
fine steel in hearts: yours; mine."

--Ian Crockatt

green catsup & red hershey's

Dead mall series.

"Mueller is giving us integrity. What we need from him is valor." --@AnneRiceAuthor via @JoyceCarolOates

"The last poem is the shortest, simplest, and most effective Proteus poem I’ve ever read.."

kali flower

"I could be wrong, but sometimes I feel like living around the ‘90s sounds fun."

"...Charlie Parker, who was to Dizzy what Wilbur Wright was to Orville." --Leonard Feather in The Jazz Makers (1957)

"We might now be able to imagine the death of capitalism, yet one problem of capitalist realism remains: our inability to imagine what comes next."