they call the wind mannaia (day 124)

(via)

"The pandemic had lifted up the rotting log of philosophy, and the philosophers were wriggling about in the sunlight."

"I know my grandsire had our tapestry
Marked with the motto, 'neath a certain shield.
Whereto his grandson presently will give gules
To vary azure." --The Ring and the Book XI. 1925-8

Kazoo/guitar cover.

culver in the new-mown GRASS
the black sun RELIT

skunk before the storm · hang together
or ALONE

dark rooms · alphabet swirling · time still on hold
images of the past SINGE

plague tower
a monument to those of sapphire & STEEL

blog trail comprised of nonsense verses
vaporwave screen GRABS

science fiction set in an earlier year
alien landing RURAL

since these thorns
& these dags ARISE

miracle of standing by myself
harsh secretions BASTE

rain dotting the luminous turquoise
interlude of Sxwaixwe SLEEP

Desecration Rag over the mild thunder
rage to SPARE

dreads ev'ry least contact with bureaucracy
this unapt PUPAL

with "Thor is angry, boom boom!"
domesticated APHID

new statues
to the old gods RAISE

by a volcano wind died Pliny
the ELDER

which airt of the subfusc sky
came those brusque free-facers in vain the eye COMBS

enigma
of Sator Arepo Tenet OPERA

Rotas now is solved
my protests little MERIT

never any fealty else but
VanaBRIDE

Graywyvern's frazzled & sore,
yet by frith SATED

Flight over Korolev.

"The boundary whereon I break to mist" --ibid

(via)