centibillionaire club (day 164)

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Vaihinger.

"my autumn is just this
a woman sits alone
armadillo"

--@poem_exe

Jakobson.

1.
slow poisoning · the livelong day
jimplecute obit · black milkshake
of plague stork flight · morning coolness
slow fizzle · finalize timesheet

2.
mask breath
nine named storms
the wrong vaccine

the dead plant we keep
a Google Street View leap

of plague stork flight
TARCI PULCE
on Vulture Peak

mask breath
nine named storms

toluol odyssey
losing my keys
on Vulture Peak

on Dead Horse Point
hadu zalas

la polvo
di steli
Cor Caroli

the dead plant we keep
nine named storms

3.
munch my breakfast KARST
in a strange domain ALONE
mouth frothing ROYAL

the trail of a SNAIL
hierodules on the TELLY

4.
hellmouth by the pool
having migrated over
the weathered planking
ghorbat widdershins lost count
of the laps at your peril

5.
stark HEIST
ahead, ABELE
in clusters--just RELAX--
around us as the teasing rays SLANT
of TEXTS

6.
surge SPLAT
stray rice cake PIECE
this afternoon's LEVER
in the rain a draw with ACERS
still TERSE

7.
blue sky
upholding all
more silver than angel
how can i lodge among figments
wind horse

8.
When i upon so many rocks am dashed
this catnip ace of celadon
& crispy world of bloating Mira
falls into a slough of its own coinage.

Ampollosity where wit were needed,
blue sky over a Gothic curse:
who could imagine words anele
the wounds of shieldless aeons' onslaught lunar?

Virus-whispered qibla
carried on the wings of silent breath,
alphabet invented by a grebe
& good for riddles only.

Madder Isle.

"It troubled the mind with a slow, insidious horror, it assailed the senses with an emanating stupor, an effluence as of primal worlds before the creation of light, where life might teem and raven slothfully in the blind ooze." --@KlarkashT

(@BoschBot)

queue snort (day 160)

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A message from the future.

"in the rafters
even the monkey seems to want
rabbits huddle"

--@poem_exe

Churchill on reading.

feral road
a snail of Pluto
runes carved into a matrix of gneiss

i first began to cipher

i honor you in quintessential coil name
out of the blue sky
this eyrie
& its certainties that bleed

whatever feints we once chose now addictive
silhouetted in the bitter glare
or curtained chamber
where we keep our final stuff
enrollment in the exigencies of night
ev'ry-other-human-sighted dread

these abide
the dark green turgor of the Tsalal
dissolving muskeg
Miskatonic azalea
path of art
kranio kristala with its starry grout
the dead veldt
burning never far
as the dandiprat's mouse-invisible wage

flight of virus-bearing breath
smites this intricate boojum-tree hejira

transfusion from a hot ghost
mi-nokto wodwo
present in the fine sands of Ubar
shaken from my cuffs beneath the baobab
kind Moloch
messenger of rook

echoing through the tart goaf
sound of the plastic trash cans rolling in dark
parbreak wolf
simmering dozenal abductee
on the spry ubac

honor i act, Cairo Noh
canicular kiloton dimness
parting clouds

some veshch there is · does not tolerate a wall
five more months says the grackle
here in our plush cave
good to go
& none of this will ever threaten Marduk

cherish the maskless Ucalegon
cultist of specious cargo
stranger to my poem
acnestis this penultimate snow
on the grass
where dawdles some delinquent squirt of a mage
subservient to the least image
in the shrouded urn

what madness
churns in its fine alembic
streets full of cars the whole exciting charade
diving aasvogel
smokes rush in
catapult & shard music
where do we go in dim Carcosa
as tentative, as unbearable, as deep
& dying will be spiralling pearl

a reason enough
among so many fathoms of asphodel
futhark's dream

Hong Kong protest slang.

"These are the days of second-hand fantasies and antiquated hysteria." --Thomas Ligotti

"...the mist, the pines, the turning call..."

(john inmon via liz moran on fb)

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

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la splisilo

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On John Horton Conway.

"Hubert: It is a fearful and tempestuous time,
      The concave firmament, the angel's bridge
      O'er the world's day and night, is visibly
      Bowed down and bent beneath its load of thunder,
      And through the fiery fissures of the clouds
      Glistens the warfare of armed elements,
      Bellowing defiance in earth's stunned ear,
      And setting midnight on the throne of day.
Huntsman: The roar has ceased; the hush of intercalm
      Numbs with its leaden finger Echo's lips,
      And angry spirits in mid havoc pause,
      Premeditating ruin in their silence."

--Beddoes, The Brides' Tragedy

Existential crisis.

impossible offer
as the rain comes down
in the outer darkness

to the last cobweb
strung in the final urn

morning ixiptla

Powwow solo.

"...I went on to wonder if honestly one could name two living poets now as great as Tennyson and Christina Rossetti were then." --Virginia Woolf, 1929

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orange demiurge

Nakian.

alteflugante bunch hack
star akin · splinter hunchback
chases vertical eyes has
Yezhovshchina karstillery

fathom city

They were supposed to be against that.

la ridado flava

"Time bears us off, as lightly as the wind
Lifts up the smoke and carries it away..."

--W H Davies

Now THAT'S entertainment.

Parade of Humpty-Dumpty in a litter
with Sherman tanks, as far dissenters fester
      & machinegun shells clutter
      the sidewalks; choughs chatter
whose noösphere fogs but flerd foster.

ZIRYROI.

house of gloves

K2-18 b. "...110 light-years away, in the constellation of Leo." More.

acabar-ubac is mercy
but it kills you in the end anyway
after Tamerlane
after New Coke

monument not one thing but many
ignoring what's past the snow line
which moves

after Tamerlane
after "I don't want to talk about it"
you talk about it

two crossed tommy guns & a cartoon skull
"We the People" in Gothic
jeep back tire cover

after Tamerlane
after jellyfish-luminous
GMO Bugs Bunny

bootleg Pink Floyd
playing on my wildebeest

Canary iceboat.

la ridado flava

"I was the last virgin." --Rhoda Jantzin

Agrippa scale of four.

Climate change is war. But if you want to rush out to be on the front line, you don't have to. The front line is here.

The SHADO Library & Archives.

la timo di tempestego

"Soblen was not just a psychiatrist. He was also a top Soviet spy and friend of Stalin who was tasked with infiltrating the American Trotskyist movement."

"The instinct of acquisitiveness has more perverts, I believe, than the instinct of sex." --Point Counter Point

"As the story goes, Von only sold 313 copies in its first year on sale."

l'atesteri

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GPT-2. The whole thread.

child in a cage

(via)

    "Xylanthia"

embrace the flobolubbu
dream, Plateyo Nova, a stanchion
jibibu
clasp · things clamor
to be forgotten · thus in common tender

our resignation
bleak chorus
eskeletos smiling · titakudu drug
the opposite of hygge
from the cromulent platter scoop

despair no poem can fathom
kidikip glory · in the glob trust
& its artisanal arsenal · city
devoid of shelter
likewise shade

we call it living
each onup simple once launched
requites the torture nakup
in exquisite lunatika harmony
frogs singing

O to molpoki receive
our manicured lawns still listening
to the wars & the weave · stepping at each join
over as
reds die in the west

a bad serve
but poob · tubapo thankful
for the barely possible kuniklo glimpse
we frame the given
with its once-luster, with its once-lust

Hauntology 1/18.

a book of ablutions

our escape is difficult
to Plano zonal pot
pseudoguvernuro
the quantum
lawyers
in Pripyat a feamyng
red ivy
through window
bubidiikstofa

cesious solstice, tart entanglement
Enochian Prague
unpoob sunrise
green bandanna haint

blue moon hard by the Congo
a polite rain
through the magnolias
floods & rogue Bouzingo

The Kizaemon Ido. Note that the tea masters always preferred using Korean rice bowls to drink from--not the purpose for which they had originally been made.

One terabyte of kilobyte age.

"Knowledge is praised and desired by multitudes whom her charms could never rouse from the couch of sloth; whom the faintest invitation of pleasure draws away from their studies; to whom any other method of wearing out the day is more eligible than the use of books, and who are more easily engaged by any conversation than such as may rectify their notions or enlarge their comprehension." --Samuel Johnson

Moon Mansion update. (thanks Melanie!) Fizziewig 2014.

"As Erik Midelfort explains in his entertaining 1996 monograph Mad Princes of Renaissance Germany, in 16th-century Germany nearly 30 dukes, landgraves, and counts were regarded by their courts and ministers as mad enough to require medical attention or removal from office." --Richard Evans at Foreign Policy dot com, via blckdgrd blog "...As the crowds marched toward the imperial palace in Vienna, Ferdinand summoned Metternich and asked 'what are all those people doing there, then?' 'They are making a revolution,' Metternich replied. 'What, are they allowed to do that?' Ferdinand asked in astonishment."