smoke gets in your otchkies

"The language problem surrounding AI is analogous to one that haunted religion in the 19th century."

charge BARBS
fear AGORA
coffee with drag race ROSIN
bare by her bach'lors stripped the BRIDE
SANER

Earth's magnetic song. (via michael simms on fb)

(via @CrookedCosmos)

angry defenders of the sky

(kowloon walled city, via)

"Latin is no longer the bedrock of education that it used to be (along with Greek, for that matter), but all the while it has remained a totemic language—attractive to religious schools, nationalists, and traditionalists alike for its implicit cultural authority, its tradition of exclusivity, power, and prestige." (via aldaily)

cloudcuckooland, its verdict: SPINAL
verbalization crafts a fine POMELO

Uqbar toured
glasspak IMPALA

remnants of the old big festooned house
emerge, a reluctance to NEATEN

so to say
if found, a removed ALLELE

if allowed, a bridge
to what comes after · groves by the workers LOANED

"Circle squarers and angle trisectors have been around for as long as the problems themselves. The ancient Greeks used the word τετραγωνιζειν (tetragonidzein), which translates 'to occupy oneself with the quadrature,' to describe those trying to solve the circle-squaring problem."

(via v. p. crow on fb)

shadow palette

Life on Mars?

wud PLEBS
fields of LILAC
odd moments that ELATE
whether conductor, cop BATON
same SCENE

"Don’t you consider it just a tad strange that the media of the nation that -- no matter the president in these years -- continues to flood the world with weaponry of just about every imaginable sort, pays remarkably little attention to that fact?"

(via)

bridge of turquoise

Order of adjectives.

fedora-capped BROW
for malformation RIPE
store always OPEN

through burning sideshows WEND
on Earth's gliding SCAB
above putrescent CORE

terror's ARIA
to boredom's rolling BEAT
scurrying IMAM

if you want to know MORE
take your ARIA
back to the realm of MEAT

M John lays it out.

(via)

catamaran to Spain

"now i'm feeling sort of like a deontic contractor across a meniscus" --@feelings_js

"I don't want to be a flat earther."

"This sea in the sea hath a Sea of waggon,
And a Sea of waggon of blood; For all what hath not come
With it hath fallen, And as a waggon of blood the waggon
And the blood is flowing out of that waggon." --GPT-2

"Folk music and horror were mixed and in the mix for me from an early age."

It turns the pain into something green
& iridescent.
Winter sunshine; no tornados now,
i walk past rubble
of things being slowly assembled.

"If we do not replace the ruling elites soon we are finished as a species."

(pic by lanny quarles on fb)

traga breqat

Sometimes i think the self is nothing but a murmuration of co-ordinated noises.

Eta Carinae.

in sunlight to the Moon VASSAL
word transmissions traceless, mild, & then ACTIVE

notice in passing smashed trees
with here & there, STORES

watch radar
listen for the real wail of SIRENS

driverless flying taxis
planned here; clogs, AVENGE

Graywyvern sees them already, skyscraper
jaunts LESSEN

Podcast on Charlotte Mew. (via @maryfrancesness via @anthonyetherin)

(via)

pindi banzu

(via)

"Imagine Dido Queen of Carthage asking in fury 'Shall a stranger give me the slampam?' "

"soft drizzle
nothing left
a deep resonance"

--@poem_exe

Unravel.

source of all our ILLS
radioactive LOOT
combination LOSE

in this morass i STEW
not by force of ARMS
get at the abstract ROOT

geomantic MODE
woe & idiot STEW
dancing on a WHIM

coilname on which to HONE
struck in sundry INNS
teeth feverish to MESH

Dalmatian--the language. Reviving it.

remake stark sloth

Facebook is a creek i watch paper boats float away on; a blog is a pavilion of sand; a webpage is a shack on the beach.

The Fire Age.

grief FROST
autumn RIPER
ghost duress · stars OPINE
stay with what the whirling knife SENDS
--reft TRESS

"People sometimes ask why anyone would actively choose to listen to music that makes them feel unsettled or even scared. Although the question is a valid one, interestingly it’s a question that is rarely asked of cinema, or literature, or fine art."

(via @crookedcosmos)

mutiny in the time machine

(khiva, via)

"I have covered many cults. Some end with a bang, others with a whimper. But they invariably end. The question is how much damage they leave in their wake." --@DanRather

Lomography.

1.
not bearing a light SABER
& benevolent plastic AMIDE

in bright cold sunlight
inspect BILGE

galvanized by a poetic process
somewhat EDGED

alone with a brush
the legacy of littoral REEDS

2.
barrarang-disputed CORSE
to serenade Tomorrowland with OBOES

i lose track
of successive ROARS

day on which the graveyards count
though what did we do that you should SERVE

citadel of some looming Armageddon
repurposed ESSEN

3.
the wide Titanian MARSH
i lose int'rest as impeachment grows APACE

tornado
wields an indiscriminate RAZOR

not yet ours
not yet time to SCOOT

Graywyvern addresses his squib at
children of another HERTZ

Wubsmeed.

(via @CrookedCosmos)

hasyan yecya

"Lives there a man beneath the spacious skies
Who sacred honours to the bard denies?"

--Pope's Odyssey, viii.

"It’s not the ending the characters necessarily wanted. It’s not one that ties up every plot thread."

crows bicker
above roadkill
sunny noon
the flow, gnarly
hill of dreams
now not hardly
i still dodge
adroitly wrecks

Nushagak & Mulchatna.

(via glitchphotography on tumblr)

before & after enjambment

Humans will sometimes listen to a cry for pity; a cry for justice, never.

"In L.A., twigs and Skrillex spent two days combing through the track’s 200 individual parts—busted strings, 808 snares, and a Bulgarian folk sample among them—to tighten everything up."

lantern tuna GAFFE
& echelon of AARON

unseasonal FROST

woe to the purulent FOSSE
three times you ask me ENTER

Gjalfr.

(via noealzii on tumblr)

drillig religeuse

The toll on the feelings, year after year, of putting up with waste, with stupidity, with incompetence.

"Dungeon synth seems to me a marriage of three things: a certain lo-fi production aspect which is minimalist in nature and comes out of the cassette origins of the genre; a certain lo-fi aural aspect because of the usage of synths and ROMplers; and 3rdly a much more difficult to describe style of composition. andrewwerdna refers to solemnity and reverence, both of which are good hallmarks.

If you have any two of these aspects, you stay within dungeon synth"

firenado for nidor
Najdorf at the Waldorf

tour our own iron ruins
animal rights cited
     chads shattered
     roots mooted

pour my sterve-cup, Starbucks
instill proper pillage

"Because that’s what language is. It’s a way of looking at reality."

heavily battered ship

(via)

Interview with the author of the best book ever written.

one's eloquent ACHES
melt in bitterer CHILL

return like HINDU
to a world godded ELDER

gull-cry into phone-cry SLURS

Gorgonized Dorks.

(via)

abracadojo

(@Carl_KochalCNS via @JoyceCarolOates)

A scholarly exploration of the American cinquain as popularized by Adelaide Crapsey.

sinking-end-of-the-ship-BALES
AGORA

catastrophic change is now worldwide
but fires stay LOCAL

still adding content to the world's thronged midden
avid to ERASE

not like any poet besides Graywyvern
lives on SALES

Jubilee Street (via).

(via)

architecture about dancing

(via dualvoidanima on tumblr)

"In Don’t Look Now, it is the universe itself that brings its dangerous designs to bear upon its victims." (via lanny quarles on fb)

companions in their dark hooded GARBS
traverse the gravel pit of the AGORA

devil on a stump
uses child blood for ROSIN

where we go
shadow takes its iceberg BRIDE

don't ask Graywyvern
to start making his sonnets any SANER

Storms.

(via)

LOL sky wizard

(via lofishing on tumblr)

Switched-on Bach thread.

tattoo for a GHOST
scripture of gallows HUMOR
steer t'ward OMEGA

Boccherini grown SOGGY
clatter of toppling lunch TRAYS

"For himself, Cavallone chose the pseudonym Baron Corvo." (via via feuilleton)

(@UninterestingP4 via @ColsonWhitehead)

losing the mandate of heaven

"An art gallery flies past you. A child says: 'That's a bad omen.' " --@MagicRealismBot

A good day to.

red splotches on the RADAR
pounding AORTA

though i successfully solve all the problems
still feel DREAD

irresistible music, tinny,
like an ATARI

this rain pursues Graywyvern
--pursues, or is somehow the RADIX

Our city's truest image of itself.

"The mother of the gods, that day,
With mortal feet and sweet voice speaks,
And smiles, and speaks to men: 'My Sweet,
I shall not weary of thy pain.' "

--GPT-2 (via)

(via)

labradoodlebug

The real Dice Man.

crisp, bright day of the AUXIN
(with under currents of UMAMI)

writing is
better than XANAX

Auden in his Lower East Side dive conjures
fascist IMAGO

expletives deleted on a record i had
of NIXON

Two planets at Groombridge 34.

(via spacecadetxo on tumblr)

abra cuterebra

(via spacecadetxo on tumblr)

"Where there should have simply been an equal distribution of goods and general dedication toward community satisfaction and safety, instead greed came in and took a hold of a few key players. And these key players who were cold enough to look past questions of whether or not what they were doing was humane were Men."

terse PACTS
little AVAIL
this feral priestly CASTE
vulture takes the indigo TITHE
of SLEEP

"How can I responsibly stand in front of my class, populated by students who are from all over the world and who come from a variety of religious practices, and teach material that is almost exclusively devoted to the rationality of belief in god?

(via)

collabyrinth

(pic by lanny quarles on fb)

International renshi.

non-usable LATCH
nest with dysfunction AFIRE

flute of TIBIA
no one voted me CRIER

a word for the one who HEARS

AUTH thread.

(via @CrookedCosmos)

"None of these combat operations have been approved, or even meaningfully debated, by Congress. But in the America of 2019 that doesn’t qualify as a problem."

balrogaine

(via)

On fire this time. (via blckdgrd)

sad sylvan ECHO
in the compound a CLAN
homemade broadsword HAFT

downed one piling-ONTO
only do no HARM
rubs lotion of ALOE

from the deep it ROSE
in our dreams we will MEET
each wearing their COWL

nonetheless to OBEY
like a brand you WEAR
strums the twice-broken LYRE

"The Quidi Vidi Brewery, in St. John’s, uses 20,000-year-old iceberg water for its Iceberg, a light lager that comes in a striking cobalt bottle." (via blckdgrd)

(via glitchphotography on tumblr)

the guelph whisperer

(via yoyoyopt on tumblr)

A spatial history of sleep.

dear our momentary OASIS
with its walls done up in early ATARI

electric guitar
from the depths of the SAHEL

witchetty
Grob · swaraj · good night IRENE

Graywyvern scintillating like an
angle-chipped SILEX

Landays. --I can't help noticing this is the same number of syllables as the classic Cinquain, so by breaking the third line after the third syllable, you would get a "Landay-Cinquain."

gnosferatu

"One protective object architectural historians often uncover is the witch bottle." (via feuilleton)

woodsmoke AROMA
of late, another meaning RIPER

one pinhole
madness of the past OPENS

winter comes & plunges us into studies
of tungsten out of MENLO

Graywyvern majored
in some art akin more to ARSON

Stranger than fiction.

(via @CrookedCosmos)

sweet baby rat

(via @CrookedCosmos on twitter)

"You could call it a poem because it coalesces around something other than narrative."

hour of the COWL
still · as the bees OBEY
what disguise we WEAR

resume the zugzwang LYRE
& quaff that black MILK
in an age of cracked IRON

poet's oobleck LODE
MSM for the KNEE
snail in search of SALT

harrowing spice ASIA
thorn for the LION
collecting lunar TANS

day vends enough ROPE
heart of the gray OPAL
broad daylight a PALL

bury it many ELLS

"If you really want to make music with the children of the night, you can hardly do better than reading Dostoevsky."

(via via feuilleton)

lincoln in the bergdahl

(via)

"I desperately want to show my daughter the world, yet I despair at what’s become of it, what will have become of it, by the time she understands how much we’ve lost and for what."

1.
landscape of KARST
whose sway gains traction APACE

cinderblock RADON

Rodan’s thrash in CineSCOPE
rears a fane without TENET

2.
losing’s raw GAMUT
rueful hearts cannot ATONE
sighting of a MOOSE

normalcy’s return UNSET
this little mother has TEETH

3.
of closing WISPS
of stark & sober INPUT
mansions from this SPORE

quaff the media PUREE
cannot be the last to STEER

4.
fine rain of ASHES
sun through bare branches is STARK
Tower of HANOI
the steps as these coasts ERODE

we contemplate the last SKIES

5.
giant wingèd CRABS
in whose form the world’s REMAP
ongoing, AMPLE

& our vows fangled of BALSA
melt in the air as we SPEAK

6.
horrorshow ASSET
starring in the Burgess SHALE

Armageddon SAKES
as the monsters we ELECT
in confined space grow TESTY

7.
in the ash CAPER
lit on nitro AGAVE

this random PAEAN
no plesk nor fry can EVADE

it’s our vows we must RENEW

8.
the search never FACED
in the jostle to ADORE
orbit of CONIC
narrated by ERICA

slow turkey much like DECAF

9.
cultivating WARTS
under threat-filled AZURE

on my last RUPEE
so many times * the soft TREAD
of bard-stealth much too SEEDY

10.
the lake’s orange VESTS
half the way there nil EQUIP
& junkie SUMMA
electric chair with TIMER
in Tvashtar a groshing SPARK

11.
telescopic SPRAT
yacht pretty good gunboat PROVE
black assassin ROBES

extraction worse to AVERT
we thought we had done with TESTS

12.
big-endian GATES
watched without the AUDIO
barbaric IDYLL

endangered like the TILDE
worn out like cheap rubber SOLES

13.
penultimate BANGS
target tied to an ABELE
wander the NEGEV
live-streamed slaughter on the GLEBE
gleams presently the SEVEN

14.
duelling VACUA
termination of AEONS

wrap in coil phone CORDS
call the myst’ry not UNDUE

luncheon with the red ASSET

15.
felt but not seen HAIRS
drinking Chartreuse is ARSON

no other ISSUE

to small revolts you must ROUSE
half looking out * nimbly STEER

16.
old crossed-off address
caring befits a RELIC
choice-fetish ELDER
gods * what shakes forth from the SIEVE
can’t-yet-figure-out-what lost SCREW

17.
otherworld DIETS
not Doric nor IONIC
blizzard ENEMA

tire pressure race the TIMER
i am old & bear the SCARS

18.
twilight on the MARSH
wounds on Liberty AGAPE
ruler with RAZOR

jet scooter Alderaan SPORT
screams vying dog-whistle HERTZ

19.
this is not the LARCH
this is not our ALOHA

insanity ROVES

why should we not follow CHEAT
choosing our ends in such HASTE

20.
having that ETHIC
doesn’t make you the clouds’ THANE

irony HAVEN

at mere survival INEPT
says two bits make fifty CENTS

21.
vestige DEISM
sundry cuckoo clocks ENSUE
ride a rogue ISLET

castle supple as SUEDE
all the bad laws you’ve METED

22.
double-ended WICKS
open another INLET

marches lonely CLONE

certificate in KENYA
short track for the train of STEAM

23.
drive three in two LANES
the helpless-feeling AGENT
pain that is NEWER

trouble yearns for ENEMA
dildo with a leather STRAP

24.
this dark house REBEL
whose lights are the more EERIE
the blindfolded BRIDE

on crucifix of EIDER
each clock with the wrong time LEERS

25.
by bad laws, by GENES
hoi polloi less than EQUAL
calls for a brisk NUDGE

in the realm of the EAGLE
prey makes those great feathers SLEEK

26.
what soothes, what will SCALD
each truth measured in CURIE
& art of ARSON

i scold the other LIONS
no matter we grow less DENSE

27.
gush through the door JAMBS
is it time this shift ABORT

"only a MOVIE"

placated by a small BRIBE
summit win however STEEP

28.
comparison LIMPS
in my public IDAHO
yield no such MANOR

book written on a cell PHONE
the sky erupts in huge SORES

29.
then impetus FADES
shaky-writer’s-hand ABODE

the children can DODGE

an environment less EDGED
someday (how?) from these sharp SEEDS

30.
the Maelstrom of FACTS
no raft of fancy AVAIL
sleep on wet CACTI

by methane lakes on TITAN
Goliath ponders a SLING

31.
t’ward injection TENSE
sings silicon ERICA

if sixes were NINES

this necropastoral SCENE
angst a little death EASES

32.
at dusk face ASHEN
esocya inlari SMILE

break out into HIVES

as the penitent ELECT
go back to their ruined NESTS

33.
perihelion’s FAULT
all the molten disks AGREE

parable URBAN
lifelong on a six-month LEASE

differ a single TENET

34.
carol in HAZAJ
drifting through a world AFIRE
& one more ZIMME
to adorn my nesh ARMOR
hurt worst by the ricochet JEERS

35.
this cliff face, sheer KARST,
has its own frank AROMA

song of the ROTOR
song of the making of SMOKE

we were destined to be TARES

36.
waiting on EURUS
or maybe Queen UHURA
karst that’s RURAL

saucer crash in the URALS
terish like homemade SALSA

37.
stark gun-sung karst

Slave revolt reenactment.

(via @CrookedCosmos)

driving at night without working headlights

(pic by lanny quarles on fb)

"recalling a speculative fiction novel of 1975, Barry Malzberg's "Guernica Night." & thinking of how prescient genre fiction has been, especially so-called "science fiction," in penetrating the pious hypocrisies of an era & staring straight through to the skeleton beyond." --@JoyceCarolOates

"People wanted to hear a performance of Silver Apples Of The Moon, but it was never intended to be performed." (via feuilleton)

though fixed, our sovran GLOW
t'wards is plunging, LYRA;
opsablepsic ORBS
less wary of the WASP

stars, too, cherich a PACK.
who's slept the last strange AEON
enthralls our very CODE
to which we bend the KNEE

"...life in the United Kingdom oscillates between a grinding, powerless sense of stasis and stagnation... and the anxiety that protracted crisis will segue into catastrophe... Between the ongoing grind and the oncoming crash, one can also find excitement and distraction in the small events and pseudo-events..."

(via dualvoidanima on tumblr)