unstructured jacket (day 189)

(via miekal and on fb)

Chuang Tzu in Esperanto.

"the tree will be cut
the north pole
to the moon"

--@poem_exe

Scattered Tongues webring.

1.
night Venice · a labyrinth of echoes
still wander · still receive transmissions

bradyconlang
angstrom of hope

axis of imbecility

2.
nineteen years sated
neither our story-hunger
nor our taste for blood

you could hardly tell by the
gray grain of these weathered boards

3.
soot is still raining
nineteen numbing years later
this forever war
this descent into madness
keeps driving on a flat tire

4.
the ruined sculpture
got fished out of the rubble
not so much our rights

how many opium crops
in the high thin azure air

5.
another country
it was, & another story
they played the tape back
on innocent monitors
our second day on the job

6.
not the usual lies
there had to be special lies
dynamite inside
switched planes & subtle secrets
an underground faith could pledge

7.
not that men angry
at what had been done to them
& in their country

the sky reddens & darkens
& i say this to no one

8.
trudging through thick grass
it makes a whispery crunch
carefully i wipe
each groc'ry item removed
from its one-use plastic bag

"Through levity to levitation..."

"A damnation of flimsy walls." --Brown & Merwin's Mandelstam, 272.

"In literary criticism it is possible to define literary genres and predict from them. But in analysis it will be found that only hack works conform to the genre. Powerful works are sui generis..."

(diana rigg in on her majesty's secret service via gordon hilgers on fb)