nowhere to snap (day 112)

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"...I understand that the representation of self is not as it used to be." (via @jorie_graham)

"Echoes die off, scarcely reverberate
Forever,--why should ill keep echoing ill,
And never let our ears have done with noise?"

--The Ring and the Book

"And as the snow thinned the land..."

reaching the endgames
on the simultaneous boards
angel Prague

sundry weeks escaped clean from the calendar
shuffling letters to craft new pangram
perilous vuelta
syrtic riverfront enough

i withhold graisk from the karcist

Broken wand ceremony. (As seen in Columbo.)

"chilly wind
even among the stars"

--poem_exe

(via @CloudyConway)

coronahoney (day 111)

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"In putting the mask on, the word kaburu (putting on clothing) is not used. Instead the word kakeru (to hang) or tsukeru (to attach) is used. In this way, it is implying that the performer is 'becoming' the mask..."

"Brisk Bishops with the world's musk still unbrushed" --The Ring and the Book

Leonard Cohen reading the Tibetan Book of the dead.

polar bear in a sandstorm
jauntily vomiting abaft
the skyey mouldwarp
i hail as sib

would rather not use this lingo
on a morning after rain
omote from Cipango
scourge, Cibola

too-white limit
& we cultivate the vault
outside, zombies crowd
pyramid Antares

famished Tlaloc

"So there is such a thing as time."

"And I would have all know that when all falls
In ruin, poetry calls out in joy . . ." --@Yeats_Quotes

(via @ClaraDaneri)

the dove that is the world (day 110)

(via @16pxl)

"The poems that they have come to love so much and that are ubiquitous on the internet are forgeries."

"Brisk Bishops with the world's musk still unbrushed" --The Ring and the Book

"And the strongest slang of all is the slang of poets."

the sound of rain at night
mixed with a little thunder
some vast invisible star
prowling about till morning
& one dim rune

White bears in sugarland.

"...Calm I'll keep as monk that croons
Transcribing battle, earthquake, famine, plague,
From parchment to his cloister's chronicle."

--ibid

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elegy composed in late june (day 109)

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"Tengrism has been advocated in intellectual circles of the Turkic nations of Central Asia (Kyrgyzstan with Kazakhstan) and Russia (Tatarstan, Bashkortostan) since the dissolution of the Soviet Union during the 1990s. Still practiced, it is undergoing an organized revival in Buryatia, Sakha (Yakutia), Khakassia, Tuva and other Turkic nations in Siberia."

"And out we flung and on we ran or reeled
Romeward. I have no memory of our way,
Only that, when at intervals the cloud
Of horror about me opened to let in life,
I listened to some song..."

--The Ring and the Book

Feuilleton on Meyrink's Prague.

Christmas seems a thousand miles away
& we who here interrogate the owl
cannot but call it pitiful alembic
& gurney of the gods

"Ghost Box releases never have much to say about quotidian reality but these responses to the situation have seeped through from the Intermission in the universe next door."

"To a certain ugly cloud-shape, goblin-shred" --ibid

(@svenbirkerts)

the dreaded lurgi (day 108)

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In the dead of night.

"There stood he chiding dilatory grooms" --The Ring and the Book

The only exit from modern philosophy.

obelisk of wokeness
fetid Joker's wild
shredder full of bills due
sad Beelzebub
all your ills belong

Romeward reeled the pilgrim
utter Milgrimage
shredder emptied daily
diet Paleo
in my waly walk

"The terrifying word passes over every limit and even the limitlessness of the whole: it seizes the thing from a direction from which it is not taken, not seen, and will never be seen; it transgresses laws, breaks away from orientation, it disorients."

"Income: some coin." --@AnthonyEtherin (palindrome by pairs)

(noirlac on tumblr)

how the water came to a boil (day 107)

(@svenbirkerts)

The mystery of Por-Bajin. (thread)

"A brisk priest who is versed in Ovid's art" --The Ring and the Book

Fast car.

mountweasel ATLAS
in zoönotic TRICE
to shireware LIKEN

in rain playing ACERS
in the darkness SENSE
something heavy's TRAMP

despair's disk RIPER
fall of a green APPLE
icy catnap MELTS

targeted like rogue PRESS
from exomoons WEANS
remake stark sloth EQUAL

trauro AUDIO
Count Anteoni's NAILS
in martini SLOSH

On Comet 67P.

"23 February, 1929
I am glad you survived the wolves, though it would have been a romantic death for you and might have suggested a second volume to O-----o
Virginia"

--vitavirginiabot

(via in search of pagan hollywood on fb)

plastic rain (day 106)

(lanny quarles on fb)

Bright nostalgia.

"In slush and sand, a show to crawlers vile
Reared of the low-tide and aright therein."

--The Ring and the Book

The habitability of Proxima b.

leverets UPCAST
calling rescue PRODEO

city-sized icebergs haunt our swevens
or COMETS

& the statues of confederates topple
let us raise new ones to the ADEPTS

a feral cat with kittens
our pool may SETTLE

one sees perforated lungs on the midden
lightly TOSSED

The City.

"trees icy black and wet
a hell
of empty boats"

--@poem_exe

(luxor via 360 visio on fb)

dying computer (day 105)

(@TIDPhotography)

Julio Herrera y Reissig and the Symbolists.

"A dragon born of rose-dew and the moon!" --The Ring and the Book

"This is a tale for wicked men who love deceit and malice, and who murder honesty and truth."

fingers ever so nesh
the scars that shadows tender
this tea's perfumed aroma
that leads us to this hell
one's frolic always will

epsilon Aurigae roars
late summer's foliage yellows
at times i hear the clang
that leads us to this hell
but then I go on walking

"Show me that hidden world
because I don’t believe in this world any more."

"pipe smoke blowing
snow melt
in a spiderweb"

--@poem_exe

(@DekoGame)

severity, this is love (day 104)

(triton via)

An all-Durkin's tournament!

"And the end has come, the doom is verily here" --The Ring and the Book

The other F-word.

innumerate dove
somewhere out there in the dawn

the village preserved

this digital citadel
invisible weavers hound

Neon atmosphere on Sedna?

"Healthy countries are all alike; every unhealthy country is unhealthy in its own way." --@jbotcan

(@archillect)

snail crawling in moonlight (day 103)

The Gothic War.

"8 September, 1928
I believe that the main thing in beginning a novel is to feel, not that you can write it, but that it exists on the far side of a gulf, which words can't cross: that it's to be pulled through only in a breathless anguish.
Virginia" --@VitaVirginiaBot via @LeviStahl

The Writing Tear.

the course ahead determined
though by mishap placed

& nothing clear for the wayfarer
save that so much bullshit remains to be fixed

a new world
they say, as if set

on a brilliant, unknown shore--
yet day by day these debacles will confirm

our cliff-sliding, intercepted by
lucky stick

The Cornish language revival picks up speed.

"The misgrowth of infectious mistletoe" --The Ring and the Book

(via lofiwave on tumblr)

in the howling storm (day 102)

(etherdreamsmag via lofiwave on tumblr)

Abandonware.

"You is sharks, sartin; but if you gobern de shark in you, why den you be angel; for all angel is not'ing more dan de shark well goberned." --@MobyDickAtSea

Free jazz day. (via feuilleton)

there will come a reckoning
i don't know how or when
the rule of law will return
there will come a reckoning

as scorned by Atlantis
as scorned by America
there will come a reckoning

i don't know how or when

"...I was re-reading Huysmans’ À Rebours a couple of weeks ago, and Civilité is mentioned there as being a type that Des Esseintes chooses for some of his privately-printed books."

"Under the piecemeal damask canopy" --The Ring and the Book

(setamo-arts on tumblr)

zoom funeral (day 101)

(@archillect)

Child of the dark.

"Today, a quenched flame has gotten into the oracle" --Eshleman's Vallejo (p183)

A journey to the alien exoplanets.

these streets I sure should know
unfurling before me fresh
my reservations foster

fine haunted things pursue
then bring me home to you

redress for loss seems tardy
all sunset's redness fled
left grief that bends me down
only stray fireflies pursue

they bring me home to you

The Gigantic Change.

"As modest candle does 'mid mountain fog,
To rub off redness and rusticity"

--The Ring and the Book

(@CrookedCosmos)

epigram (day 100)

(edinburgh writers' museum via the fabulous weird trotter via todd buckley on fb)

Hitsuzendo.

"Some benediction anciently thy smile" --The Ring and the Book

"How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite..."

Some die of war, some die in peace,
& some from quarantine fatigue.

Harpsichords metallic howl...

"clearing cobwebs
lit by fireflies, still…
without them"

--@poem_exe

(@CrookedCosmos)

eyeball planet (day 99)

(lanny quarles on fb)

"But after showing this API just 15 recent quintessential tweets, it was rating dogs convincingly and consistently.."

"When the reluctant wicket opes at last" --The Ring and the Book

A deep dive into tidal lock.

shrift churlish
dry biscuit of
atoll scorch
shrill dumptruck brunch
all witting
usurped thigster

Modeling circulation at Pluto's heart.

"Art is not difficult because it wishes to be difficult, but because it wishes to be art."—Donald Barthelme (via Christian Bok)

(@archillect)

bassoonfluencer (day 98)

(sean parker via michael puttonen on fb)

Mannaia.

"The steel vests deflect even these keen edges..." --Christian Bok

Oldthinkers unbellyfeel woke.

the cerulean, sounds, one BRAVES;
smrt REGENT

i stretch as i walk around the pool
fain of AGENCY

plenty of time to catalog my trespass'
cis- & otherwise, most not VENIAL

chipping at this whist
would ENCASE

Graywyvern plunges into the great unknown
of a day without hair STYLES

Death of iron.

"Your boasted still's full strain and strength: not so!" --The Ring and the Book

(lanny quarles on fb)

monument to the unnecessary deaths (day 97)

(pinkerton finklerrybert in retro rockets on fb)

Ella Wheeler Wilcox weighs in.

"I am quite confident that even as the oceans boil, and the hurricanes beat violently against our once safe shores, and the air sweats with the heat of impending doom, and our fists protest the denial of climate justice, that there is a path to take that has nothing to do with victory or defeat: a place we do not yet know the coordinates to; a question we do not yet know how to ask. The point of the departed arrow is not merely to pierce the bullseye and carry the trophy: the point of the arrow is to sing the wind and remake the world in the brevity of flight. There are things we must do, sayings we must say, thoughts we must think, that look nothing like the images of success that have so thoroughly possessed our visions of justice. May this new decade be remembered as the decade of the strange path, of the third way, of the broken binary, of the traversal disruption, the kairotic moment, the posthuman movement for emancipation, the gift of disorientation that opened up new places of power, and of slow limbs. May this decade bring more than just solutions, more than just a future - may it bring words we don't know yet, and temporalities we have not yet inhabited. May we be slower than speed could calculate, and swifter than the pull of the gravity of words can incarcerate. And may we be visited so thoroughly, and met in wild places so overwhelmingly, that we are left undone. Ready for composting. Ready for the impossible.
     Welcome to the decade of the fugitive."

--bayo akomolafe via lidia yuknavitch via rebecca solnit on fb)

Silphium.

boiled in the nest of the STARE
govern by TELEX

brillig stroll
if the devil ever needed ALIBI

being erased slowly, then quickly
is the sound of the REBUS

the machine needs you
to prove no better world can EXIST

Einstein on racism.

"chilly wind
she holds up one hand
an old poem"

--@poem_exe

(audiovisual-dept via coolcolortheme via lofiwave on tumblr)

mazard's binge (day 96)

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Guide me to the quietness.

"The beggarly transept with its bit of apse" --The Ring and the Book

"One sometimes has the sense of a man lashed to a mast in his own living room."

sea angel under the ice
tell me about tomorrow

what is it that i must cede
may keep from this conjunction

of velleity & force
wayfarer & pitch black time

"How do you kill the unkillable thing?"

"Who might calibrate the rains upon marmoreal lake, these tears marionette upon the griddle?" --Kristin Ryling

(@CrookedCosmos)

challenges surround us (dasy 95)

(juliaxllindra via lofiwave on tumblr)

"The city of Viriconium drifts around the internet like a ghost site, abandoned, glitched and malfunctioning, composed of failed attempts to turn it into one thing..."

"Black-hatred and black-hooded huddle they" --The Ring and the Book

The bipeds are gone.

    a lost wind
finds its way home
no plague has waned
    a lost wind
where sunshine woned
    Niflheim
    a lost wind
finds its way home

International math rock compilation.

"a popular song
it's so hard to hear your voice
turning into rain"

--@poem_exe

(via)

tertium quid (day 94)

(via @svenbirkerts)

From all over.

"His solitaire amid the flow of frill" --The Ring and the Book

The Nazis by the lake.

where does the dove live
i hear
as the coffee maker glugs

does it matter what i call
the bird
who is with me in the dawn

not the bird that sings is there
not the one who hears at dawn
is apart but these two

both are witness to the light

Coronavirus surroundsound.

(@scalzi)

passage between planets (day 93)

(via cyber-shores via lofiwave on tumblr)

The Unofficial Big Red Book.

"And paced its lozenge-brickwork sprinkled cool;
Because Felice-church-side stretched, a-glow"

--The Ring and the Book

The Bridge of Screams.

the Roman Road
on which democracy is lost
rattle from a ghost
for yawning graves one clod

arrow of dread
the least glum lord at the feast
not a take home test
not an easy read

pyrrhic parade
magenta clad & amethyst
perhaps Dark Age taste
or a bad emperor rid

Staring at Hell.

(via florescentlcvsickness via neonwitchaesthetic on tumblr)

Zbellionaire (day 92)

(thea temple on fb)

Syrian artists memorialize George Floyd. (via darius frasure on fb)

"O'er old unwandered waste ways of the world" --The Ring and the Book

First human trial.

ladybugs
carol odd eyes
above gulch
aggry is scooped
bar craw
kompromat slake

I can't breathe.

(nnt-channel via lofiwave on tumblr)

from the ostrich farm (day 91)

(keddist seliassie via lamont el in moorish orthodox church of america on facebook)

O Memnon meme.

It was only a few years ago (2015) that i got around to reading The Recognitions. (Not with the help of the Gaddis Drinking Club.) And i only later heard about Franzen's attack i suppose. But i'm adding this note now, in order to blog the riposte by Ben Marcus. It makes me want to find my copy of The Age of Wire and String...

The alluvial valley of the lower Mississippi River.

scarecrow PREEN
at the crowd control RETRO

when bullying becomes an ETHOS
Rushmore nogs ERODE

neighbors almost never seen · online NOSEY
cannibal PUTTI

rough beast Bethlehem UNWED
wind spinners on the perfect lawn TWIRL

reports from the battlefront twitterly TERSE
thumb IDLED

barcode by night switches what it MEANT
computer back: just "ERROR"

tear gas AROMA
from the days when i thought myself a NOMAD

mask-mask TRADE
but it's our life that is CHEAP

cactus that's HARDY
rose that has died · ev'ryone shot in ERROR

& not in error · kappas ADORE
these moth PYRES

Poems from the edge of extinction.

"now we are leaving
sweet clover
leading to nowhere"

--@poem_exe

(via)

contact tracer bullets (day 90)

(via)

"One may be passably well one day, but the next, he may sup at black broth with Pluto." --Pierre XXII, iv.

"Seeking out what remains is one of the ways I tend to cope in moments of loss."

seismic feint
dint as ambered
lick scourge
if sever bilm
and stirrup
adorn night angst

Eerie futuristic cities.

"now we are leaving
sweet clover
leading to nowhere"

--@poem_exe

Spotlight on Firbank. A movie?

(via)

cat & dove (day 89)

(via @abandonedameric)

"The task is not to hope that some kind of divine grace turns a one-time stimulus check into socialism, but to act toward that transformation."

"In the orchard of the bones." --Finnegans Wake

Providence Express.

rash HARPS
spar with AGILE
rodents · pluck each RIVET
that holds our grimaces at PLEAT
deep SETTS

"In that sense, engineers are a lot like poets: You acquire the tropes and techniques of your literary or engineering tradition, and then you innovate and combine them into new poems or machines."

"now we are leaving
sweet clover
leading to nowhere"

--@poem_exe

(via)

fear & loathing in the cheetohbunker (day 88)

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Yet another album from ビコジン協会.

“Do not fall asleep in your enemy’s dream.”

--John Edgar Wideman via @svenbirkerts

"This AI-written pop song is almost certainly a dire warning for humanity."

colorful socks peek
through the holes in my dark ones;
when we're done with news

from some other age of wars
music that shows none of it

Into the ruins.

"But Memnon's sculptured woes did once melodiously resound; now all is mute. Fit emblem that of old, poetry was a consecration and an obsequy to all hapless modes of human life; but in a bantering, barren, and prosaic, heartless age, Aurora's music-moan is lost among our drifting sands, which whelm alike the monument and the dirge." --Pierre, VII, vi.

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