zone of irreversible strain (day 82)

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"In Salamanca 100 years ago, the beloved Miguel de Unamuno could be seen in the afternoon, drinking his coffee and folding pajaritas, little paper birds. Unamuno was an enthusiastic and celebrated paper folder — he wrote a mock 'scientific' treatise on paper folding and origami shows up in a number of his novels and poems. A famous caricature of Unamuno shows him as part man and part pajarita."

quarantini PORES
maker of thwart OZONE
calf by smoke-ring ROPED

indigo ENEMA
i know you SEDAN
on the tongue road as TARTS

bees & birds ABORT
while kappas hurtle ROGUE--
noise & silence TRUCE

teabags in ransack STEEP

Original face.

"A hyacinthine darkness flooded the titanic cedars before the house above whose immemorial crests like a sad opal the moon was rising." --Valmouth

Vastationqarrtsilani.

(80sretroelectro on tumblr)

in search of hentgraisk (day 81)

(@archillect)

Looming Altair.

"There are so many ways of being despicable it quite makes one’s head spin. But to be really despicable is to be contemptuous of other peoples’ pain."

--James Baldwin

Levidrome.

apocalypse ringside seat the couch
& jumpy at the merest cough
this poet none dare vouch
in pain with wrixled ouch
survivor toff

our pool yard boasts a feral cat
with four small kittens there, to boot;
she hissed me & my hat
though i avoided spat,
lightfoot galoot

19c palindromes & anagrams.

"A planet is singing the Star-Spangled Banner in a prison cell." --@MagicRealismBot

(@edwereddie)

serapis alone is zeus (day 80)

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"..and every Maori to this day knows the name of the canoe his ancestors arrived in." --Avram Davidson, Adventures in Unhistory (1993)

Yoruba Speculative Materialism.

Zubenelg
pulls ebon verge
antique veil
gleaned ago spoor
dub glibber
all asleep heath

Sad Clown Paradox.

"a summer rainstorm
from the monastery
a skeleton key"

--@poem_exe

Twilight Pie.

(michael puttonen on fb)

things that cannot bear the thousandfold test (day 79)

"I found myself just walking restlessly about--impossible to work, you know--and always carrying with me this heavy dread in my solar plexus, as if I had feasted at a banquet of fear and the meal would not digest." --"Nethescurial"

Desperately seeking Mothman.

"the countdown
in the leftover snow
celestial music"

--@poem_exe

Oral history of the Lizard Lounge.

dark-fathom'd
bridge skids off lake
otaku
whose rope smoulders
idle ebb
grease pinnacle

After climate despair.

one record lost in another record (day 78)

"Each mosque seemed to exhale a different kind of sadness...on my soul, passing through that period, filled with mingled anguish and love, began to open out to Oriental mysticism." --Pierre Loti, "Constantinople in 1890," in: Carmen Sylva, 1912

"The question of which knots are slice depends on whether you choose to include these crumpled spheres."

enough desuetude
even here, without ruins;
books that i haven't
opened in untold years · cold
trails blaze up like phosphor waves

Counter-Earth.

"the little crow
when i seemed to have
an island"

--@poem_exe

Composing lyrics in the world's least lyrical language.

(via noaa.gov)

scythian lamb (day 77)

(@CrookedCosmos)

Horror surf.

"the countdown
in the leftover snow
celestial music"

--@poem_exe

Comfort zone.

1.
OPERA
slung on PAPER

discharge for the EPOPT

of the dire--most--vulture REPOS
--ARTSY

2.
DEVOS
hawked fremd EPOPT
spurns vast at the VOLTA
double star by lineup OPTIC
band STACK

3.
MESAS
pick their EPOPT
downpipe tumble SOOTY
to hit though reward were APTER
STYRO

Through the jaws of death.

"Whose name is as a silver shawm blown loud" --Nimrod

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the incomprehensible counsellors (day 76)

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"...lost syllables,
That had no meaning for him, yet did seem
To have that in them which should ease his grief
If his soul's eyes could read their outlawed script.
Adamic spellings, palely glimmering runes,
And broken shapes of ancient alphabets."

--Anna Hempstead Branch, Nimrod, VI.

End of Beyond the Beyond.

crimson conquering
& deer returning

without vision, wrong
crimson conquering

quest for barrarang
to teach me tuning

crimson conquering
& deer returning

Ghost dances.

"the flitting butterfly
under the evergreen
atop a guillotine
dried sardines"

--@poem_exe

Like obsidian's idea of itself.

supply chain (day 75)

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"Your glacier beauty of precipitous wings" --Nimrod, V.

Derealization.

"There was a young girl from Iraq
Whose penury wanted to mock
If asked 'Does it shower
To a finicky tower?'
She answered 'I lasso o'clock' "

--@bottucket

Heartwood.

souvenir of the MALAYS
or immaterial AMULET

affliction so far
just LUMBAR

but to scry beyond the fog-wall of let's-see
raven ALBINO

when all about you are losing theirs
goatfoot intramural YEANED

the icy air pouring down · this strong redoubt
inchmeal STRODE

"At the same time, I can’t help but wonder—like a myriad others— why we can respond so effectively to this relatively small immediate crisis but not to the gargantuan one that’s been swallowing the planet for generations."

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lullaby of the leaves (day 74)

(leonid afremov on fb)

"The quest to find this book took me more than a decade and necessitated the help of librarians, sci-fi experts, and visits to bookstores across the U.S."

"The killer Keft falls in love with Trygmirt Yrk, but the Laborers broker a ceasefire with the Fidific Altercation." --@newspaceopera

Shelta.

hoarswing & ice noir
foliumkulning

amoeba tag iron
Septentrioni

barzakh miasmatic
mask exodus

The Yaghan people of Tierra del Fuego and their insurmountable language. More. Maybe a better version.

"Or how their great and gorgeous grammar raised
Its pillars, arches, corridors, and domes
Beneath whose roofs eternal thoughts like doves
Melodiously breathed..."

--Nimrod

(via cartoonize dot net)

it can be done (day 73)

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"In bright mercurial arabesques there flamed" --Nimrod, VII.

"On top of this pulsing bed of noise he wailed, shrieked, moaned and caterwauled, and even those who knew no Japanese or had never witnessed one of his performances were unable to tear themselves away.."

legless fetch
agley · flick merch
isthmus psych
of fester stoep
ichor thorp
hatch ugly slant

Second act problems.

Emily Dickinson: Grief is a Mouse

"Grief is a Mouse—
And chooses Wainscot in the Breast
For His Shy House—
And baffles quest—

Grief is a Thief—quick startled—
Pricks His Ear—report to hear
Of that Vast Dark—
That swept His Being—back—

Grief is a Juggler—boldest at the Play—
Lest if He flinch—the eye that way
Pounce on His Bruises—One—say—or Three—
Grief is a Gourmand—spare His luxury—

Best Grief is Tongueless—before He’ll tell—
Burn Him in the Public Square—
His Ashes—will
Possibly—if they refuse—How then know—
Since a Rack couldn’t coax a syllable—now"

(via voxpopulisphere via michael simms on fb)

"...just as the Eskimos have countless words for snow, the Romanian language seems to have just as many associated with failure."

(@KT_NRE via @AE_stallings)

gastrolith (day 72)

(neville mars via kvnal via xylss oin tumblr)

The Scarlet Fig.

"off the grid
rabbits huddle
a rainbow
a gift from edo"

--@poem_exe

Olisipo.

varnish upon song
that clamors back · gray humid
midday bringing storms

an old book haunts this old thul
books in rows & i am far

Game over, bugs.

"Bats throbbed athwart the darkness with shrill cries
Or in warm dusky garlands hung festooned"

--Nimrod, VI.

(via raffi kalekerian in retro rockets)

executive function

(jack coggins via via retro rockets on fb)

Venice by night.

"the puppy that knows not
summer cicadas"

--@poem_exe

Today's archaic animal.

sand DHOWS
frisky HELOT
the intricate OLIVE
write on by doves WOVEN
STENO

Deep-Speare.

"And with them rushed swart algebras, disturbed" --Nimrod, V.

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to die in chilliwack

(via via retro rockets on fb)

"There's no/ sleep on the journey..." --"Rock Ferry"

That old time sophistry.

dove in the half dark
& later an airplane
soundlessly gliding

preserved by chlorination
leaves on the floor of the pool

Do not go gentle.

"Did palely swim along his silent smile
Like great white singing swans..."

--Nimrod

(yp-design via lofiwave on tumblr)

mouldbug day

(pic by caza via robert rudolph in retro rockets on fb)

The bread is over.

1.
dove at the same time
first light & do what diff'rent
fall through a fine mesh
throbbing turquoise of the pool
newsvoice in the other room

2.
march into darkness
hearts closed by the stricture
like March only worse

& we wonder what's to come
in this place made of riddles

3.
masks in the west wing
rain in quarantine
who's crowping? don't know
masks in the west wing

random fears renew
squirm in endless night
masks in the west wing
rain in quarantine

On the importance of Kraftwerk.

(@CrookedCosmos)

another secret lost to time

Day of the windy werewolves.

a hair's breadth FATAL
liquid mercury ADAGE
our future TAKEN

hero no longer AGENT
blue flicker trending LENTO

Experimental treatment.

"The task of every other slave has an end. The rower in time reaches the port; the lexicographer at last finds the conclusion of the alphabet; only the hapless wit has its labour always to begin, the call for novelty is never satisfied, and one jest only raises expectation of another." --The Rambler, 141.

Taipingi brainglass.

(George Callaghan via)

open for business

(martin johnson heade via via @joycecaroloates)

Esquerita and the Voola.

"And though we search for sense throughout endless rooms, all we find is a voice whispering from a mirror in a house that belongs to no one." --Thomas Ligotti, "The Spectral Estate"

Music of the Chinese Tribes in the Golden Triangle.

easily enough
scorn these plans as tissue wrap
yet to cross on them

above the deep cataract
sole way anyone gets home

Among starving polar bears.

(undeveloped-future on tumblr)

a dead pope's corpse

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"...the god known as Cynothoglys: the god without shape, the god of changes and confusion, the god of decompositions, the mortician god of both gods and men, the metamortician of all things." --Thomas Ligotti, "The Prodigy of Dreams," in: Noctuary (1994)

Skafer.

"a snail
on bended knees
not yet become a buddha
a beacon"

--@poem_exe

The influence of Old Church Slavonic on Russian.

1.
refuse intricate GIFTS
cabana for INUIT
ingest strange FUNGI

in this yard meet a TIGER
where only jet echo STIRS

2.
cry broadcast
Cynothoglys
abyss breach
soap lampshade Ides
accuse salp
ostrich it scathes

3.
laughingthrush
has null egress
wharf bitter
and agate strict
thrang groaning
but osprey whist

4.
fuligin
bulks elder wine
aggry wisp
in ebon ruck
elf ukase
tsantsa dealt plonk

5.
skafer skirl
saw afar verve
from Asgard
sketchy bird braid
ill assault
ganch swoon bankrupt

6.
the bookstore in plaguetime
a rumble before dawn

hand-tinted postcards
of places i have been

the story runs away
with the breath of its telling

grow implicate
order

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the slaughter and occupation phase

What i seem to remember most: those times when i wandered lost in strange cities. As if everything else, as if that very knowing of where i was & what i was doing--were the dream that would fade upon waking.

Future of the human climate niche.

fremdlogic
brisk leper amped
adds slowmorth
to Ogpu pitch
Echt Uboat
orange wish as

Closest yet black hole.

(@jeffreyford8)

voyage of the diamond princess

(glitchtrad via vhs dreams on tumblr)

"...I founder in desire for things unfound.
I stay amid the things that will not stay."

--Geoffrey Hill, "Pavana Dolorosa"

Midnight mushroom music.

contraption that marches
the west saw effigies

no-picture jinn cohort
with false robot klaxon

this fun 'midst bloodletting
coursewrack & bad judgment

LEET telemedicine

Tibetan pangram (as tattoo).

(pic via lanny quarles on fb)

seatbelts for dirtpiles

(pic of blue angels in richardson by dwayne carter on fb)

"There was, a century or two since, in England a man called the water-poet, by the name of Taylor. The origin of the cognomen we do not now recollect. He had, however, but little reputation as a scholar, and less probably as a correct moral philosopher. Being called in company on his wit, he was challenged to write something which no one else could, whereupon, almost impromptu, he produced the following sentence: 'Lewd I did live & evil did I dwell.' The sentence reads forward and backward the same. Can any of our readers give us a sentence of equal length similar to it?" The Ladies' Repository, January 1850

"Having a baby is like the dark souls of tamagotchi" --@grimezsz

Social collapse best practices.

now mum PIANO
i call from this ISLET
chagrinned & ALERT

peace that works my last NERVE
plague pert as OTTER
sole droog Beethoven's NINTH

or let IDAHO
compound your gaze NAVEL
on a mortal THEME

pumpkin carving more HOLES
ice crashing the SPARS
beasts flee burning PANIC

in cloudwise ANISE
the continent's RISEN
that explains this SCENE

Did Galileo really say it?

(europa via @christianbok)

dreamcatcher for where we are

(jonathan sauttar via @joycecaroloates)

Islamic history of coffee.

singing washing machine
throughout the warn-resonant womb;
& i imagine Mizar

& the shimmer-turquoise Tsalal;
koJIye3Hy beyond scotch-hogan,
sweetened tea with milk

Story of the covid card game. (via jesus chairez on fb)

"Ut quos, obscuri victos ambagibus oris,
Legimus infandae Sphinga dedisse neci..."

--P Ovidius Naso, Ibis 377-8 (tr Mozley, Loeb 1985: 'as those whom, overcome by her mouth's dark riddling, the Sphinx, we read, sent to unspeakable death...')

(via via @saladinahmed)

the murder hornet

(via via ruth reifeis on fb)

The Circus: analog space, where social norms are suspended (with the safeguard that Circus is a highly stylized & traditional tenemos); how is this not the white page of poetic composition, where anything but the plain vernacular is prescribed? Shadow of the Clown--but also of the Thief, the Diseased One, & the Genius.

Duplex.

ASTIR
in lieu of SPINE
i watch buzzing TIDES
make voices that can cry, INEPT;
Jàlg RESTS

Hleów-feðer.

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on chinvat bridge

(tomb of napoleon in dome des invalides in paris, via 360 visio on fb)

Zong!

Murnau-hoarder hardy
hangs fire sans retirement
the way of gloomth glimmered
gleefully Sixth-leafless
save poems patterned of witness
purely to immuring

Daedal.

(the star system called "apep" via)

thaumatropic vigil

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"The only reason the argument 'lockdown or economic ruin' has any traction is because the federal government refuses to intervene on behalf for working class like every other 1st world nation. It's a false choice made manifest through a combination of malfeasance & ideology." --@jonrog1

A drowned world.

bleeding sense by the terabit
ever battier

days i could be above the rushing river
days i succumb to ratbite

armed men rage
at the capitol · Graywyvern burns bitrate

"Nothing is free, not even disillusionment."

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subtaisk

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"rest break
the cold edge
of hide and seek"

--@poem_exe

His Highness in Yellow.

maze of cookie-cutter phrases
illumined by grim thunder's peal
calaveras fr my sherpas,
cast beyond the work world's pale
i vend lame plea
to the ever-unseen shapers

each moment is a breathless leap
nor quite without its share of seraphs
if i could manage once to listen
here the only customer
where all is tinsel
or wholly gold & silent

relentless, endgame-costumer
O tell me how these hands enlist

The tradition of spatial writing.

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