prosthetic kalpa

(autobot)

"Maybe you don't get to choose how you make peace, or what kind of peace you make. You count yourself lucky if peace doesn't run away from you." --The City in the Middle of the Night

Knife Angel.

with the wind-disordered
leaf arrangement plain,
& retrieval shaky,
for the Sibyl's blurt

in the shadow-cohort
run the future founders
if there is a future
with the day in doubt

& a black sun rises
so my eye-spots tell
i am stodged on empty
where the coolth smokes gray

" the third memoir by singer, artist, writer, and New York counterculture icon Patti Smith starts in San Francisco, at the Fillmore at midnight, with a stranger barfing on her boots."

beatles reunion in the hereafter

(Wolves in the Throne Room in performance, from Wikipedia)

"I think what we’re seeing is the product of the ideology of the industrial world’s managerial caste, the people who earn absurdly large salaries deciding which novels are going to get picked up by the big corporate publishers, which scripts are going to be turned into Hollywood films and publicized from here to Tatooine, and so on. More precisely, I think we’re seeing that ideology in its extreme form, the kind of thing you see when the defenders of an belief system have been driven to the last ditch."

as far from Woodstock
as Woodstock is from Armistice Day
bedizened malady
with perfect lipstick

take diff'rent pictures
of the same route
brillig Morgenrot
the cam'ra sequesters

back on Moonbase Alpha
in a world where Raygun lost
our farthest dreams surpassed
& the blueface fatwa

21c. list.

"And temper foreign furrows with their gore" --Royston's Lycophron

squamomandibular

(pic by lanny quarles on fb)

"I have always kept ducks, he said, even as a child, and the colours of their plumage, in particular the dark green and snow white, seemed to me the only possible answer to the questions that are on my mind." --The Rings of Saturn

The artist from The Fall of the House of Usher. (thanx michelle rhea!)

      "variations on sakura"

1.
tanglegloaming here
NO'E GIRZU · extraction
of a citizen

awaited endgame · split tree
eloquent of harsh forces

2.
the arctic, burning;
its permafrost, softening;
carbon is released

dawn colors caught by the ribs
of the sculpture on the way

3.
chased from my password
music from two years ago
morning arguments

if i could just bring this next
big project to fruition

4.
sing of melody
number play made legible
on the potholed road

the brush of your lips leaving
the only time this morning

5.
trans-temporal waip
purple wig & all · one step
from fires of Tlaloc

gas is going down · strangely
i can feel no joy at this

6.
RRAI · RROI · some
place west of Gnosticism
ever & anon

the dull light that might be storms
distant · & might be nothing

7.
nautilus regrets
darker gray on the gray clouds
these books, i can toss

ache in the hands · Wolfskinder
just-risen sun over fields

"Even imagining a function­ing human world after the year 2100 is an intrinsically hopeful activity."

dystology

(via mrstsk on tumblr)

"When that wicked king was slain, the dogs, did they not lick his blood?" --@MobyDickatSea

"More forgiveably, perhaps, a writer of my ilk—I am not alone—is very apt to believe that excess is a kind of Body English of true telling, that more is more, that a sufficiently meme-irradiated passage can with luck implorate us truthwards: get the handwavium right, and you have spelunked the deep grammars of the storyable, where desiderium becomes prolepsis, where the Uncanny—all Stories are uncanny, all Stories are invasions of the world on behalf of the unspoken—does the Mysterious Stranger Rag."

as dragon magic finally waned
levedad del ser
the Serpent Destiny reader
cake pop full of mold
nowl
octave
protocol
quarry all frith
Ragnarok gliding
so subfusc coruscate
trace insomniac channel
urticant light of raven
violet ceremonies bear
Uqbar in the dock · thesterness
tall at noon talion greed
sequestered jury rig
ragpicker sunrise
quick frown boxcar
partial win
opal
now

picking up an old anthology
i should have been included in
its maker dead now · carillon
& surplus fucking elegy

O why am i still casting scones,
cantos guiding sunk by float?
condign enough this uppercut
as for raghdirst i sullenly jones

"Eco-hardcore music began with bands like Polluted Inheritance..."

magic to stop the arrow in flight

(via)

" 'Capital punishment' means those without capital get the punishment." --@helenprejean

Dune and the Sabres of Paradise. (via) Languagehat on the language. Which is also an album.

Bruchko · arrow-felled
bringer of news · what of the news
in the Hall of · Vacated Bodies
what of those · other winds
the sky is · so unavailing
in its Bruchko · gray
she wrote to you · got back form letters
she thought were real · news
these gray · this news
this sky

Book of Revelations.

words placed on the wind

(via google maps)

vIt'a' Duy'a'.

the laughter of one now dead
at Wadi Lyonesse

a brass monkey
somehow is involved

purple hair for ev'ryone

Clute Fantastika.

tower of hanoi

(pic by mposada on tumblr)

" She compares detectives to poets, 'a lot of decoding, so many different angles you can take.' "

"Virgil takes bees seriously, but I doubt if he would have kept bees as carefully as he wrote about them." --Chesterton

"His attempt, elsewhere, to ‘improve’ Wordsworth’s ‘Tintern Abbey’ has been described by Stephen Gill as ‘one of the most audacious assaults ever by one great poet on another’."

the bitter & the bitter-sweet
same subfusc sky that threatens all
& nothing matters what i feel
or capture in a shapely thought

so little time we have, to dwell
in crossing where before have crossed
only now ghosts whose soughs attest
the subfusc sky that threatens all

"He campaigned on the notorious slogan 'He killed my ma, he killed my pa, but I will vote for him.' "

driveway moment

      gulls-over Inwood
what have they to do with my
      long-rolling regret
skyline & arch in shadow
over there · i burn in sun

Borisov.

"This (and more) Melaenis and Lycisca sang
to ears that were quite deaf to all their words."

--Adam Roberts

koba's berries

(via via @HarrySKeeler)

The new instructions are impossible to carry out. We cannot allow ourselves to say so. Because we are complicit, & because we are replaceable as flies. This is nothing new. All the instructions have been impossible until we learn to do what is possible while pretending to do the thing we are asked that isn't.

Last days of Cheetoh the Vampire.

treasure for the hunter & the hunter's pain
vigil shattered by elves
the tell at Marienbad
where we are in the strange declension

vigil shattered by elves
or a simple query
where we are in the strange declension
dark ride all the way in

or a simple query
treasure for the hunter & the hunter's pain
dark ride all the way in
the tell at Marienbad

Beowulf in runes.

la ridado flava

"Time bears us off, as lightly as the wind
Lifts up the smoke and carries it away..."

--W H Davies

Now THAT'S entertainment.

Parade of Humpty-Dumpty in a litter
with Sherman tanks, as far dissenters fester
      & machinegun shells clutter
      the sidewalks; choughs chatter
whose noösphere fogs but flerd foster.

ZIRYROI.

house of gloves

K2-18 b. "...110 light-years away, in the constellation of Leo." More.

acabar-ubac is mercy
but it kills you in the end anyway
after Tamerlane
after New Coke

monument not one thing but many
ignoring what's past the snow line
which moves

after Tamerlane
after "I don't want to talk about it"
you talk about it

two crossed tommy guns & a cartoon skull
"We the People" in Gothic
jeep back tire cover

after Tamerlane
after jellyfish-luminous
GMO Bugs Bunny

bootleg Pink Floyd
playing on my wildebeest

Canary iceboat.

ironic boasting

The one-world madhouse.

come in from the shadows
look inside the ocean
the Dallas Hall of maladies
come in from the shadows
& the multiple tornados
in the golden rays of sunset shine
come in from the shadows
look inside the ocean

Butlerian gnosis.

a whine in the afternoon

(via agk42 on tumblr)

"Hence, in your relationship with the algorithm, your reasons for doing or believing anything hardly matter. It is as if I were telling you: ‘Get a new haircut, but I don’t care whether you should.’ Utterances like these would surely indicate that we are in a problematic relationship."

with ravaged eyes
enter the morning grind

perfected ease
with ravaged eyes

t'ward some primordial ooze
of blank of thought, ingrained

with ravaged eyes
enter the morning grind

This year's SymmyS.

shoggoth in my pocket

(via)

"The mass suicide of the Taipingis is without historical parallel. When their enemies broke through the gates on the morning of the 19th of July, they found not a soul alive. But the city was filled with the humming of flies. The King of the Celestial Realm of Eternal Peace, according to a dispatch sent to Peking, lay face-down in a gutter, his bloated body held together only by the silken robes of imperial yellow, adorned with the image of the dragon, which, with blasphemous presumption, he had always worn." --W G Sebald, The Rings of Saturn (tr Hulse, 1998)

"Literally every regime talking point relies on the fact that their base has never traveled more than twenty miles from their own homes." --@KameronHurley

brown paper package
tied with twine

a long time arriving

"The only existential question left is how we will choose to wait out the finale."

third reich from the sun

(via doctor-autobot)

"Under this model, it is clear that time is not linear. It does not form a continuous line where the past recedes and the future approaches. Rather, as I said in another post following Serres, it is like a crumpled piece of paper, where different elements of the past touch the present in a variety of ways."

nothing louder than a spark
can the catcher keep
tell the cancer cells to speak
nothing louder than a spark
carry a calculating spork
down the coney-hole of mock escape
nothing louder than a spark
can the catcher keep

Study in gold.

war criminal slash

(koopa paratroopa IRL via retrogamingblog on tumblr)

" 'Oh, must we be quite so honest with ourselves, my dear?' 'We do not know how to avoid it,' said Terence. 'That is why there is horror in every heart, and a resolve never to be honest with anyone else.' " --Ivy Compton-Burnett, Elders & Betters (1944)

Joanna Russ study.

the road that is not going to fail
evaporates in the still heat
broken as a fate
where the whitecoats cease to heal
the road that contains its close
our other roads try to trace
so very close
ambition itself betrays
the road whose within is won
feels the wind of all things wail
for making fun
of a test made of parts that fail

"Meanwhile the internet tropification–as ruin tourism and edgeland porn–of almost every symbol in the major arcana has left me with nowhere exciting to look."

apotropaic thwart

(pic by lanny quarles on fb)

"In a twinkling, every navy in the world was being openly spiralized." --@HarrySKeeler

Illustrating Vermilion Sands. "The comparison with Capri is apt, and would be even more so if the Mediterranean was a desert sea filled with sand rays."

i shall be a Chinese ghost
with impenetrable demands

to you who are only a guest
i shall be a Chinese ghost

let that word on a gust
sail far from these masks

i shall be Chinese ghost
with impenetrable demands

My dinner with Robert Mugabe.

red spot unravelling

(via)

"The cool thing about visiting Chernobyl is if you get bit by a spider you automatically become Spiderman" --@abandonedameric

Midding.

crow leave the carrion
too late for my car
thus all our games

welcome to the world of things
that can be fixed
its multiple reveals

cough & a copal moon

Vergangenheitsbewältigung.

These artsyfied post-industrial zones, ostentatiously comfortless, are like glitch: post-music. It is one way of invoking the apocalypse tacitly. "Soon there will be no one, & this is already No-Man's-Land."

Perhaps the only thing better than art made of sticks & string is simply sticks & string. This is just at the point where i keep my words from disappearing altogether, like the momentary darkening of a spill on the summer sidewalk.

weaponized placebo

(via)

Werewolf September starts now.

The skies are very eloquent today.
But whether threats or promises they ferry,
Most riddlesome the hent. Epistolary
Purples, crimsons, radar oodoolay
And on the heads of the town like dire confetti weathers lay.

Ellison & Wolverton.

"END OF THE WORLD (Anagrammed Lines)

The world was ending:
Dawn light worsened.
Nights wandered low.
The long wind was red
with drowned angels...."

--Anthony Etherin

the hawkings of malevolent apes

(Corrupted Structure IV (Modern Mayan), 2018 by Paola Torres Núñez del Prado, via glitchphotography on tumblr)

Enlightening "42" thread.

"It is one of our protections in life, that we cannot foretell the future." --Ivy Compton-Burnett, Elders & Betters (1944)

"This summer Texas began to get more energy from wind than from coal.."

phantomnation
by bright noon
brush of an ocean's wing
a button or a bug

fog density
or some black destiny

civilian life agrees with me

"The once massive Okjökull glacier, now completely gone, has been commemorated with a plaque that reads: 'A letter to the future. Ok is the first Icelandic glacier to lose its status as a glacier. In the next 200 years all our glaciers are expected to follow the same path. This monument is to acknowledge that we know what is happening and what needs to be done. Only you know if we did it.' " (via lanny quarles on fb)

the thirty-nine steps
or degrees of the gray scale
almost time's secret

negotiations of the
slippery sand oceanside trail

Me in the last Ghazal Page. (broken link)

my life in the gush of boasts

(pic by opalina salas on fb)

Poetics of Light (now a book).

ilk
jocose
kalend moon
Lloigor kylix
mass-prodiced unction
nesselrode in nesh ken
oryx alone in the dark
prancing orpiment predicate
oolongphaeic quark traces
nugatory output
malign retrograde
loose that treadmill
killjoyance
joust quiz
ink

inkpenitence
nidor raised
shadow enlarging surd
to bring to some conclusion
air scrubbed after the storm

fog gathered around a sword

(via glitchphotography)

"It's in the first person, but I don't know whether it's fiction or memoir. Many people don't even make the distinction, now that memoir takes the liberties of fiction without taking the imaginative risks, and fiction claims the authority of history without assuming the factual responsibilities." --Ursula LeGuin, No Time to Spare (2017)

Wheeking.

keep faith with
those other dead
tinsel
images
the walk

along ruined places
carrying how they were
their sound
other things sound like now
& could replace

riding with the robots

(via @TheSlowPoisoner on tw)

In a well-run society, power would not be entrusted to such people, by direct prohibition, but then again, in a well-run society, perhaps there would not be "power" hierarchies at all or. indeed, malignant narcissists enabled by white male privilege to go untreated their whole lives.

B G Sharma. Painter of the Kalchandji's murals.

i sing to kill the days in the garden of proof
the mind's its own bad maze in the garden of proof

all the grace that reason should supply
like shrapnel ricochets in the garden of proof

nothing translatable of what they keep
the jouking pilgrim lays in the garden of proof

crawling through dusty ruins, explorers probe
the dregs of other days, in the garden of proof

but what does Graywyvern care if the crown of toys
in rage & fear decays, in the garden of proof?

a rainy day out of the rainy season

" 'There's one thing about freedom' (a word upon which Rome [a character] had of late been speculating): each generation of people begins by thinking they've got it for the first time in history, and ends by being sure the generation younger than themselves have too much of it. It can't really always have been increasing at the rate people suppose, or there would be more of it by now.' " --Told by an Idiot

Each_wordsquare. His other bots.

this mask
at the end of all my faces
inchmeal replaces;
stone,
the last of living tissue

no Byzantium will clasp
these final, inexplicable things
auroras in the rafters
patrimony of rat & moth

this landfill Earth's become
no longer
will lack explanation
the howling

will at last subside

"I’m fortunate to have a first edition of “Finnegans Wake,” bound in red cloth and signed by Joyce in green ink. I bought it from a London bookseller with money I earned lecturing. It’s wrapped in a very old piece of heavy red silk; I plan to unwrap it and read it. Well, at least look at it, the whole of it, in slow motion, every single page."

winter legs in spring shorts

" 'Why do all gates have different fastenings?' said Anna. 'A standard one might bring a fortune to somebody.'

'I suppose each one was to have been that one,' said Thomas.

'And I wonder it was not. Latches are so very clever,' said Terence." --Ivy Compton-Burnett, Elders & Betters (1944)

"This past winter, a string of days 60 and 70 degrees warmer than normal baked the North Pole, melting the permafrost that encased Norway’s Svalbard seed vault — a global food bank nicknamed 'Doomsday,' designed to ensure that our agriculture survives any catastrophe, and which appeared to have been flooded by climate change less than ten years after being built."

the rind of the coconut

a thankyou note unwritten
certain clouds at sunrise

the hypnotic
in the cough syrup
is the color of the sky

and a smile on the face of the Lloigor

Krautrock zine. (via feuillerton)

mad emperor reasons

"An angry bull goes for the red flag; an angry cow goes for the matador." --Ursula LeGuin

Brimborion.

the hour is beautiful that is the hour
& yet a sparkling trail of stardust leads
into the distant past from this same hour
& makes us believe no other hour lives,
nor this bright knot of dire exigent hassles;
i busy myself between with Placebo Studies

rain's fury refuted

"And this slow spider which creepeth in the moonlight, and this moonlight itself, and thou and I in this gateway whispering together, whispering of eternal things--must we not all have already existed." --Common's Nietzsche, 46.

Base-6 thread.

weariness appalls
as the overpasses brim with light
out of anguish wrought
Sxwaixwe's glyph among the glaive-swings smiles

in the cold civil war
the elephant-colored cars creep
dreaming of sky-escape
& the names of famous heroes that never were

"Brite’s horror publishing career lasted only half a decade..."

vampire facial

"...maybe geography begins as intelligence harnessed to the exactions of taxes and obedience." --A J Arberry, The Islamic Art of Persia (1953)

'Poet' in Cherokee.

sad for ev'ry reason, not enough vim
in the sunshine, maybe; hellward Cadillac
à travers des ténèbres
on the street where you live
overflowing trash can daily

"When you read about the hardships I found people enduring while I was researching my book -- the skipped meals, the lack of medical care, the occasional need to sleep in cars or vans -- you should bear in mind that those occurred in the best of times."

the day that design swallowed art

"Nor my return the end, nor this the way" --Pope's Odyssey, V.

Miller's Crossing glossary.

all that splashing
on the patio
for now not breached

the roach-dark night