plague pit poetics (day 116)

(virtual Yakutsk via where it was 91 on monday)

"It is hard to overstate the giddying scale and speed with which edifices and norms of neoliberalism naturalised like weather or mountains over several decades are being swept away."

"Grown dainty o'er that clack-dish? Grime is grace
To whoso gropes amid the dung for gold"

--The Ring and the Book

Sorrow Lake.

danse macabre & egregore
too dense for wodwo
who has made his peace with a curious gray

nuts & bolts drinking scorpion wine
glare lunar
clowncore but mimics

veil of gneiss
passage of perfect calcspar

A Victorian vulcanologist.

"graveyard
their side of the bed
snowmelt"

--@poem_exe

(Than Tsídéh, 19, of the Ohkay Owingeh pueblo near Santa Fe, dances on the empty platform after a statue of Juan de Oñate was removed. Photograph: Gabriela Campos/The Guardian via jo-ann mapson on fb)