abracadojo

(@Carl_KochalCNS via @JoyceCarolOates)

A scholarly exploration of the American cinquain as popularized by Adelaide Crapsey.

sinking-end-of-the-ship-BALES
AGORA

catastrophic change is now worldwide
but fires stay LOCAL

still adding content to the world's thronged midden
avid to ERASE

not like any poet besides Graywyvern
lives on SALES

Jubilee Street (via).

(via)

architecture about dancing

(via dualvoidanima on tumblr)

"In Don’t Look Now, it is the universe itself that brings its dangerous designs to bear upon its victims." (via lanny quarles on fb)

companions in their dark hooded GARBS
traverse the gravel pit of the AGORA

devil on a stump
uses child blood for ROSIN

where we go
shadow takes its iceberg BRIDE

don't ask Graywyvern
to start making his sonnets any SANER

Storms.

(via)

losing the mandate of heaven

"An art gallery flies past you. A child says: 'That's a bad omen.' " --@MagicRealismBot

A good day to.

red splotches on the RADAR
pounding AORTA

though i successfully solve all the problems
still feel DREAD

irresistible music, tinny,
like an ATARI

this rain pursues Graywyvern
--pursues, or is somehow the RADIX

Our city's truest image of itself.

"The mother of the gods, that day,
With mortal feet and sweet voice speaks,
And smiles, and speaks to men: 'My Sweet,
I shall not weary of thy pain.' "

--GPT-2 (via)

(via)

the guelph whisperer

(via yoyoyopt on tumblr)

A spatial history of sleep.

dear our momentary OASIS
with its walls done up in early ATARI

electric guitar
from the depths of the SAHEL

witchetty
Grob · swaraj · good night IRENE

Graywyvern scintillating like an
angle-chipped SILEX

Landays. --I can't help noticing this is the same number of syllables as the classic Cinquain, so by breaking the third line after the third syllable, you would get a "Landay-Cinquain."

gnosferatu

"One protective object architectural historians often uncover is the witch bottle." (via feuilleton)

woodsmoke AROMA
of late, another meaning RIPER

one pinhole
madness of the past OPENS

winter comes & plunges us into studies
of tungsten out of MENLO

Graywyvern majored
in some art akin more to ARSON

Stranger than fiction.

(via @CrookedCosmos)

59. tales of white fragility

Bobcat-a-Go-Go thread with sufficient snark.

         another day
         another day has come
         & the death star
         still dominates the sky

the mirror of the ghazal
breaks the blur of the ghazal

care finds a cure in the small
disaster of the ghazal

having lost my tiny way
in the fur of the ghazal

this winter for now forsworn
will recur, like the ghazal

Graywyvern like a verjuice
isomer of the ghazal

secernment of something like a way

Snow.

car like everyone's

"It’s too late to save, but we might repurpose."

my music is not of this time, & it is;
this is not our weather, & it is.

the rest of my life
this vote decides: & it is.

my heart breaks
for the things it isn't & it is.

yet we uphold the pattern
for when we are no longer here & it is.

Graywyvern wills it
& it is.

Book of Kells online.

open sesame chicken

"Keys did I carry, the rustiest of all keys; and I knew how to open with them the most creaking of all gates." --Common's Zarathustra, 41.

Gonna Roll the Bones.

pass the slow-assembling ziggurat
having been born under Sputnik

sweltering
not rhetorical

struggle to make a non-dissolving story
out of this witness

"Lego gel"
i say to the crosseyed octopus

though it was not, after all, sage Graywyvern
hauled cinders to Ctesiphon

(ghazal in 109 rhime)

cameo of a fool

(by bruce pennington via retro rockets on fab)

Oneida.

I ventured on the azure main
only by means of sapphire gin.

The pueblos are all empty now,
& on my hand a turquoise ring.

I follow my routines like one
pursued, beneath cerulean skies.

We know not whence we come, but say
Big Bang, or Indigo Origin.

Graywyvern isn't grateful but
an hour in a blue moon.

3 cups of pee-pee

(Palacio Salvio in Montevideo, Uruguay, via Wikipedia)

Controversial bodies.

I've lived in basements, attics, once a haunted house;
it's streets they change that scourge me, like a phantom limb.

What will they flush at last from this beleagured wood,
executive or marsh gas, prey in the vast spook hunt?

So i build crooked, hang my pictures awry as well
without that one innate essential: spirit level.

Not of the poor we hear all day, amid our racket
of guns, toys, distracting nonsense: banshee cry.

What does Graywyvern mean, collecting those mere names
once thought so real, & then no more: the ghost planets?

rayon cacophony

"Old school buses are imported from the United States and provide public transportation in Colon and Panama City. Their owners hire the painters to attract customers with eye-catching depictions of singers and actors, boastful phrases, and vivid representations of both local and exotic panoramas. The red devils feature powerful stereo systems and dominate the urban environment with their blasting reggae, screeching brakes, horns, sirens, whistles, and roaring muffler."

unpredictable COMET
withies from a virulent OSIER

Kremlin of nacre
glass MITRE

stories in the amber twilight · turtlehead
gobbling · despair so EERIE

Graywyvern
hounds below & TREED

Wikipedia actually has a pretty good article on Retro Style. --Though this is what i was looking for.

chiaroscura rites

Umbanda.

Never quite cools down: cicala time.
Time to inspect the month-old roach motel.

My art with decorations sags; a world
in flames surrounds the master's pert flea circus.

Though utterly convinced, i do not know
with what, i should have packed, my bug out kit.

Enough, perhaps, only to once have traced
such dreams as stodge this looming beetle brow.

Graywyvern, we are as wandered pismires spilled
a-tumble down the cone of the snug ant-lion.

things that song cannot save us from

"Trolling has been around for decades. Even in early online forums, some users would bait others with an insincere argument. But the troll didn’t become an online identity until the mid-2000s, or right before the release of The Dark Knight.."

golden age of SCAMS
paused COMET

those who have encountered the Woofus
say the rewards are AMPLE

they found him in the dirt of the cabin, spine
cracked like a crust of MELBA

staring at the water tower, Graywyvern
imagines it STEAM

simio fluganta

What do you call this color? LILAC.
This age? IMAGO.

they thought they were making things; all they destroyed
in their relentless LABOR

i am lost
in the virtual AGORA

Graywyvern, this is no pendulum
only bleached CORAL

Claypool Lennon Delirium covers King Crimson.

(via)

witness tree

"Once having consigned the dead to the ground, the living do not wish the dead to return, not really. They feel that the dead are strangers to life, and especially to the present. Still wearing their old suits and gowns, and burdened with their outdated notions and former bad habits, the dead are like discharged servants: they have found another situation." --Bruce Duffy, The World as I Found It (1987; reissued 2010)

Ross 128b mystery signals. (7/17)

Aelindrome: Read, cede cadre.

Cover of "Maggot Brain".

a voyage to Plethora, with SCABS
in the year of the COMET

resale laser beam,
halt AMBLE

ev'rything is at stake, read, polo padre;
& nada, Antarctic BELLE

bird embryo on the cold sidewalk
Graywyvern finds STEEP

pardoner's tale

"Five languages secured not the epitaph of Gordianus." --Sir Thomas Browne

Vocabulario Rioplatense Razonado. "Gua Castellana made up of the Real Acade mia Española, 6 of which gives an imperfect idea, due to the vagueness, deficiency or in accuracy of the news that has been ministered to it. In the second place, keep in mind that you must ignore the muchedum of voices and exotic phrases that, both in America and in Spain, distort and punish the speech in which Ercilla sang the strength of the Araucanians. Finally, remember that once the word has been found, it is necessary to look for its etymology, which is not always found love no. Be that as it may, the Rioplatense Vocabulary that we offer to the public, although reasoned, according to the cover, is very modest; circumstance (be it said in passing) that benefits the book: its very smallness preserves it against a certain known poison. Do you preserve it? There is never a lack of a gang - of tertu lios that snake and go out of their way to bite even those who do not invoke more title than a healthy intention to deserve the indulgence of their readers." (Google Translate)

"your hands do they know they know"

nobody wants this fortune, COMET
of impossible ORNATE

weighing of contingencies ev'ry hour
with bleak MATHS

a dark roux at eight
light years, runs regular or ETHYL

Graywyvern in the pulpit
preaches black TESLA