brood ix (day 166)

(lanny quarles on fb)

"A half-world, a mockery, a reality sustained only through death and suffering."

"clearing cobwebs
listen to it
on a path through the mountains"

--@poem_exe

The Deck & the Quid.

"1. Words are things

2. Correctness is the beginning of sanctity. To achieve it is to be rewarded.

3. Wordhood and nowness are its rewards.

4. A new day is not jut the word of God, but the work of human agents. Those that do not understand this, that refuse to be challenged, that do not know how to err, that want to shirk from their duties, must be cast out.

5. Wordplay, playfulness, and humorous are the harbingers of truth. When you eliminate the possibility of playfulness, you remove the possibility of learning, and that leads to banality, brutality, and destruction.

6. To find or see a flaw is to find a pathway to the truth, if you can overcome your fear of being laughed at or of looking foolish.

7. Language contains the map to a better world. Those that are most skilled at removing obstacles, misdirection, and lies from language, that reveal the maps that are hidden within, are the guides that will lead us to happiness.

8. Long words that end in -ize and other abstractions are the rocks that will impede our journey. They should be replaced with concrete, specific, evocative words.

9. The data points on the graph of your life – the moments you spend awake, asleep, speaking, silent, moving, resting, focused, distracted – will determine the shape of your time. Keep an eye on the volume and quantity of your moments. Make a record of your life as a way to keep track of your progress towards a better self.

10. Language and its construction is the greatest human power. To unlock it is to unleash our potential, and to master it is to become divine."

--GPT-3 (thread)

     "viking apocalypse"

1.
sky only changes
i drop ice
sound of waters

cicadas might be waning
not so the sirens

2.
garbled inquest · complete
grand theft dragon · next time
i follow the autumn

consigned to earthlike worlds
the morning dove chortles
& tribbles crowd hymnals

'midst ratlicker havoc
clownwhite fathoms find me

3.
island built on stilbs
mountain of nacelles
i climb clownwhite fathoms
back to the I-limit

city by jungle reclaimed
& into language

the only Darjeeling that knows me

4.
come until at dusk it will
mask of pretending
know you
cardboard boxes full of books
my hand wrapped up
like fresh fish · tied
like a catcher's mitt
carpincho's journey
prey to ev'rything
& all of drivers pretending
2 printed-out ballot applications
shades pulled down
though it isn't dark
Darjeeling
or i guess it's Irish Breakfast
of dark of death
of ivory of clothes
of desolation
fleet catcher

wormwood

5.
watering a plant already dead
ripple-shadow never quite the same
clown with hands spread wide
island built on stilbs clogging the stulm
things that will be solved

In the Year Seven-Eptwin-Four.

"But when their bootlesse zeale she did restraine
From her own worship, they her Asse would worship fayn."

--The Faerie Queene

The Ballad of John and Martha.

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