Plano rock, corona LP.

(lofishing on tumblr)

Yesterday.

"...Kneel to your bones
and cuddle your cough. Your castle's down."

--The Age of Anxiety

The mountain of death.

--for this.

Pulled out my Virginia Woolf omnibus (though I've read, like, 6 of the 8 books in it, already) & read Jacob's Room; i'd forgotten how pleasant it is to follow her meanderings & every so often come to a patch of exquisite prose poetry, like a Japanese garden that leads you on its path to a particular view.

Bye bye Dagon.

(@CrookedCosmos)

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.