19th horse of the apocalypse

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Citations.

"If clearness about things produces a fundamental despair, a fundamental despair in turn produces a remarkable clearness or even playfulness about ordinary matters." --Santayana

Our view of the harbor.

mutterings from the ice box
taraxigenic solitude BAILS

rules ANNUL
the outcome, INFRA

who knows what beyond this collabyrinth LURKS
budgets SLASH
the dead world without us SPINS

nevertheless, habits · stem PANIC
cultivate INNER
i wonder about my Oklahoma NIECE

next turn of the SCREW
twirls wheel of our foundering VESSEL
mists ENCASE

streets full of selfappointed pandemic SCOUTS
sweating in private SAUNAS

face to face with our precise ESTATE
parable much the LESSER

Que sera, sera.

Fantasy books by trans authors.

ghost gun surge

"Nothing was done, and nothing seemed capable of being done." --@MobyDickatSea

Found Forest Floor.

chainsaw in this caraway
unimpervious guest

aim sonar, anosmia
fall of wilted magnolia

i discovered compound eyes
in the twilight of reason

Danny was 31.

"I started to head back to the house, but I had lost sight of it." --@aconstanthaunt

Dark jazz radio.

st patrick & snakes

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"Hyperacuory, n. a place for more than normal sharpness" --@fantasticvocab

Cheating death.

this flensing knife is like a morning star
school's out
completely

subfusc errandry · too many
cars · you should be at home · listening
we interrupt this program

rust-frosted leaves on the lane-lining both sides hedges
veer
the day that knows not you

no paucity of humans
in this stalker's world
saving my assassin

sesqixa jitou
face BARER

floating my nostrils barely ABOVE
tor Arepo Tenet Opera ROTAS

ev'ry day zombies, EVADE
it's a long way to RESET

waiting for the avalanche to STALL
blow flute-TIBIA

looking for a shortcut that no dread ABETS
serpent LITHE

concentration like a broke LASER
nor are we SAFER

& who will be left ALIVE
to tell the tale of these intentional FIRES

next EVENT
whenever the Devil RESTS

not this space CADET
crazy sea level rising ABOVE

bark DOGES
hole in the black of no horizon EVENT

prisoners TESTY

movies that came & went
embalmed in the previews
left behind by the swerve
as the jabs continue

this flensing knife is like a morning star
school's out
completely

Corona's jaws.

I see that Penderecki has died. His work has always been an inspiration to me. I think he reaches emotions never even attempted by most of the post-Schoenberg composers.

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"...are they Monker and Nakir, come to throw us into them [the hot coals]? does the fatal bridge cross this lake, whose solemn stillness perhaps conceals from us an abyss...?" --Vathek; Beckford's notes to the same give: "Monker and Nakir. These are two black angels of a tremendous appearance, who examine the departed on the subject of his faith; by whom if he give not a satisfactory account, he is sure to be cudgelled with maces of red-hot iron, and tormented more variously than words can describe.... The fatal bridge. This bridge, called in Arabic al Sirat, and said to extend over the infernal gulf, is represented as narrower than a spider's web, and sharper than the edge of a sword."

the moth

"The dwarfs began to recite the Koran with their clear shrill voices, and Shaban and Sutlememe stood at some distance, anxiously waiting for the effects of the powder." --Vathek

Incantation.

"Isled in the midnight air,
Musked with the dark's faint bloom,
Out into glooming and secret haunts
The flame cries, 'Come!'

Lovely in dye and fan,
A-tremble in shimmering grace,
A moth from her winter swoon
Uplifts her face:

Stares from her glamorous eyes;
Wafts her on plumes like mist;
In ecstasy swirls and sways
To her strange tryst."

--Walter de la Mare

"He had a Caesar’s arrogance about his poetry, as most poets do; but 'The Cost' remains the only important poem to come out of that lost war in Southeast Asia."

qab jabemasti

(pic by geof huth on fb)

The skies clear.

    "Atlantis

pale sea O city
after gold made its blue
from day there
there as at morning
under water leaves
is falling
an avenue between one air
over by sea
it
the flowers grow blue down
among themselves
which makes her flowers
it
only through white light leaves
she falls"

--Deep Gimble II.

Been So Long (Bellvue Hospital Blues).

"...Hell, to my affliction,
Is mere snow-water."

--John Webster

Beata Solitudo

Long complicated Second Civil War thread.

"What land of silence,
Where pale stars shine
On apple-blossom
And dew-drenched vine,
Is yours and mine?

The silent valley
That we will find,
Where all the voices
Of humankind
Are left behind.

There all forgetting,
Forgotten quite,
We will repose us,
With our delight
Hid out of sight.

The world forsaken,
And out of mind
Honour and labour,
We shall not find
The stars unkind.

And men shall travail,
And laugh and weep;
But we have vistas
Of gods asleep,
With dreams as deep.

A land of silence,
Where pale stars shine
On apple-blossoms
And dew-drenched vine,
Be yours and mine."

--Ernest Dowson

Equinoctial.

(kate jackson in charlie's angels via)

into the pentagonal garden

Plague visionaries.

gird as for battle
standby sepia cam'ra
Takemitsu mesh

all these cars still out churning
drop my pen where i can't find

England in 1819.

butterflies drink turtle tears

(pic by mike brooks via darius frasure on fb)

Loynaz download.

CEOs in bugout mode
lie down in the empty freeway

as the rain starts
the lights go out

MUNJYKAI
i quilt ocean

TERBILMA
acquit no lie

The last 78s.

the illusion of a future

Solarnauts.

the skies clear, the birds come out
droplets on my side window
green dragon sadness
the skies clear, the sun comes out

mists not of forgetfulness
& more cars, if anything
did not bring my phone
last squirt of sanitizer

dead leaves tumbling
in a wind i cannot feel

" '"We were shooting near Tallinn in the area around the small river Piliteh with a half-functioning hydroelectric station,' says Vladimir Sharun. 'Up the river was a chemical plant and it poured out poisonous liquids downstream. There is even this shot in Stalker: snow falling in the summer and white foam floating down the river. In fact it was some horrible poison...' "

an anagram sonnet

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A feast for pilcrows.

"Love is born. A thin cloud bestirs theft
such a festive birth not to be droll silt.
No strict habits should live on bereft
of love. Blind, it throbs; truth ceases in
antic trust. Oh, love is blest, for behind
its first bother, viols enchant. Double
fret (blush) scares the volition to bind.
It finds both chaste lovers in trouble.
Love throes ache, but sit blind in frost.
The love born of bliss dictates in hurt
a nibbled truth, sloven heir of its cost.
Noble itch is hovel burn, tastes of dirt.
The bit done, not favors rise, but chills;
Best avoid, not note, such brief thnlls."

--Janet Hodge via @AnthonyEtherin

"The pandemic feels both futuristic and biblical, eschatological and utterly banal."

(pic by tom hendricks on fb)

forever home

Side effect. (via @joycecaroloates) (or maybe not...)

thorniest of TIARAS
teunaimunuenat to INTONE

solitaire
to ticking ATTUNE

a heavy gilt-framed mirror for long hours
my green vigils were ROUTED

safer left
in granny-ANNEXE

Graywyvern falling in outer space
to land upon some sterile world the SEEDER

Tracker.

obersalzberg

"It's not the end of the world. But at least it's a start." --@NeinQuarterly

End of days.

sharing plague TAPAS
for the hardly AWARE
ghosts a shade PALER

retrograde ARENA
barricade SERAI
jellyfish on a PLANE

tort for the LEPER
elegies on APPRO
internment NERDS

our smooth edges EROSE
covfefevid CUSPS
& the bad news UNCUT

after, what will SCARE
this skull whose void lips PURSE
& into gulfs STEER

How do I convert.

(@CrookedCosmos)

tunnel under stonehenge

(milan via 360 visio on fb)

"Once it could be read as scifi."

"A prince is writing a shopping list. It has three items: An hourglass, an army, and self-awareness." --@MagicRealismBot

"Sometimes my life feels like a horror movie."

supcludal OGRES
as we t'ward jackpots GROPE
worm versus ROBIN

in all tomorrow's EPICS
heroes won't make any SENSE

Empty Italian plazas.

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last minutes of the motorcade

(via bobby beeman on fb)

The Curse of the Toad.

in my blogging dream i caution myself
wait till you wake or it will not keep
i think none of these days will keep
& say so on my unread blog

before the dawn one raindrop falls
& trickles down my windshield screen

Hungry monkey riot.

conveyor belt hot dog juice

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"The locust armies warping, on the bark" --Royston's Lycophron

Keeping score.

Green dragon sadness
confesses next loss
weighed down with shards

& thoughts of toxins.
I run through shudders
in patterned half-light.

Down to Earth.

(via mrstsk on tumblr)

transmission dynamics

Labyflira.

fears AMASS
as our fond delusions MORPH

sharkbreath, moat's art, fever in the noösphere
oölite ARRAY

driving befire night's shadows have flown
call a heart a SPADE

not that death's
garden of unease has ever been SHYER

ask me about my idiolect
judge eaten by giant CRABS

but is it song-ironic
heart attack beat her failure RENAL

moonshine apertif
with ANISE

pallid blooms galloping as we wend between,
follies with hist'ry BASTE

his sole question whether to commit a book
further, in the SLEET

Vintage department store monorails.

social distancing

"I don't sell science either, I dance it." --Viktor Shklovsky: A Reader (tr A Berlina, 2017)

The other periodic tables.

banister BALSA
crowds AVOID

walmart shelves all empty of sanitizer
the noon pylon twelve-LOBED

glitemo · in millennial pink
by his Elder Gods the SIEGE

cigarettes
the sound of mechanical ADDER

a guided newsroom
bibidiikstofa · the way back out in SIGNS

frustrate hajj
palais IDEAL

a winter playground for river otters filmed
roil of rollic GENII

learned what from this training video?
fishhook for NAIAD

i remember a border they waved me through
before things began their SLIDE

Favorite American poets.

glitemo

Millennial pink.

"DECOLONIAL (from ‘Suture’)

or that i would press myself
where the Oasis, the mouth;

eat some kind of you to earth, inter a kingdom,
coldtouch my disorganization;

i am waiting, waiting in a curve
i breathe in, always, in on a silence;

i am not to greet feather-like
passing the palm of this day;

now after seeing the Æther can feel ok
o bones, o bones, o;"

--by SU17 & O Mayeux

The hardest, most intractable iron of all: human language.

A contemporary abecedarian poem.

(v-jolt via xf4int on tumblr)

jealous corona virus

"With this disjointed dismal scroll,
That tells the secret of his soul..."

--Rokeby

Black scifi author thread on Mefi.

monkey made of BRASS
the opening RESET
subfusc frame ASIDE

cold hillside of fine SEDGE
cup where my thoughts STEEP
dream upon past world's FAIRS

tunnel of AESOP
fewer, fewer ISSUE
fewer still will ROUSE

get my dumbth up to SPEED

"Only the most insane or desperate spellcasters dare to call and bind a qlippoth."

Where the sanitizer should be.

terducken all the way down

(quartzite happenings via renee baker on fb)

A fate worse than death.

robot shedding BOLTS
wild magenta OCEAN
emperor LEMMA

whip borderline TAMER
as oft smile as SNARL
paper bags avert WASPS

popcorn AGORA
torture here is SONIC
quillets non-stop PRICK

what's carried in those SACKS
but indolent WISPS,
velleities INERT?

picture as SEPIA
this dork-crazing PRISM
with its benign STAMP

"Seems like a good time for a reread."

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wrong medicine

Johnson on Jenyns. "Many of the books which now crowd the world, may be justly suspected to be written for the sake of some invisible order of beings, for surely they are of no use to any of the corporeal inhabitants of the world."

Stabbing a bag of garbage.

listening to Webern on a mobled day
silence not a word for peace
into soap
went rainbow dreams that sparkle then yield
to the rending air
bejewelled road to nowhere

not like the torn up one that runs to Oak Cliff
silver toy car on the catafalque
i remember red
great spider

on the thrang road to nowhere

Something else that has changed. (And no one knows why.)

(via fractal5d on tumblr)

afternoon of a prawn

Theologian trading cards.

this place that makes us crazy
& all i know of craft
a glance i stole in Egypt
but never found out why

too many dreams in the vault
unwitnessed by the glare
carcass on the savannah
black wings of tugging woe

Shit life syndrome.

(via glitchphotography on tumblr)

hydrating

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"Things got worse in the second year."

hecatomb dernethrang
scuttle back storying bot ambit abort
ode nemesis brimstone anode next

stooge whose brawn
babbles and aggressively
assuages ichor

oust etched stung aloe fester

"Goldfish have a yellow cone in their eyes. If they could talk, they could tell us what yellow looks like." (via supergee)

(via glitchphotography on tumblr)

sniper colony

"We might divide the population into three groups: those who believe some relevant falsehood, those who are susceptible to coming to believe it if they are influenced by someone who already does; and those who won’t be persuaded. The first group are infected; the second are susceptible; and the third recovered/immune."

helot that the contract BUSTS
download of despair UNCUT
coffee with asbestos SCONE
something awry in the twirled TUNER

knuckles-on-the-steerer STERN
bullet for another MEANT
discount for this shrug ELDER
paying landmark-voids ADIEU

here among our varied NEEDS
never vends enough of TRUST
cauliflower comes as PASTA
alien phiz that might be ASTER

whirlwind with a head of STEAM
yet will Nosferdamus TEASE
stroll with irritations ARMED
only at the ill, glean MIRTH

lava fields in IDAHO
concrete blocks that ooze RADON
i survive till one of THOSE
vultures on my frith, fang HONES

Documentary poetry.

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homework for teacher

"Even an author whose works were popular--such an author as Thomson, whose Seasons were in every library; such an author as Fielding, whose Pasquin had had a greater run than any drama since the Beggar's Opera--was sometimes glad to obtain, by pawning his best coat, the means of dining on tripe at a cookshop underground, where he could wipe his hands, after his greasy meal, on the back of a Newfoundland dog." --Macaulay's Life of Johnson

Godzilla Monopoly.

these & like stations
stained concrete the communion
not if but when
cheek brush of tender cobweb

Dungeon Synth Archives.

locomotive catechism

"Before the lark I've sung the beauteous dawn,
And gathered health from all the gales of morn."

--M Bruce, in: The Book of Georgian Verse (1909)

"She is now the last survivor from that last camp."

shadowy angels fended
on the dawnpatrol taiga

getting there is grudge enough
call it liquid fascism

sifted by a star
in the semitransparent glass

Autechre interview.

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