broccoli seldom disappoints (day 170)

(@archillect)

Captain Jacob's Planet.

" '...But this Ronald Firbank I can't take to at all. Valmouth! Was there ever a novel more coarse? I assure you I hadn't gone very far when I had to put it down.'

'It's out,' Mrs Bedley suavely said, 'as well,' she added, 'as the rest of them.'

'I once met him,' Miss Hopkins said, dilating slightly the retinae of her eyes. 'He told me writing books was by no means easy!' "

--The Flower Beneath the Foot

Modus Vivendi.

heyoka PARSER
virtual AVENUE

many will dispute
my indiscreet REPORT

poet of dreamworlds
unless-restrained SNORER

all will oneday rue
occulted EUREKA

mastbound Graywyvern
odyssey RETRAL

Fiery Pollen.

"the wind
lights
the train left..."

--@poem_exe

But what are the contemporary plot lines from the first two decades of the 21st century that no longer work?

(craig goch dam in wales, via go stargazing, via tim wetherell on fb)

the man that loved bruckner (day 155)

(lanny quarles on fb)

"You really can’t understand till you see it...and that’s the problem. Nobody is seeing it"

"Ever I am haunted by an eerie notion, that the Beast comes nightly to earth from the red comet which passes like a fiery wain above Averoigne; and by day it returns to the comet, having eaten its fill of that provender for which it seeks." --@KlarkashT

Certain myths.

these murderous GAMES
pry APART

Aklo chase · ash cloak burning at the plunge brink
from micro thwart to MACRO

one iota of the tallow lamp
these bridges soon become spurned ERROR

wingbeat overheard
of plague STORK

some of us · tried to · reason
O alien passerby, these pancaking COSTS

one starts by walking out to check mail
Dave Brubeck OCTET

walk away Rene Magritte
fremd STOMA

these murderous games & for what? mere power
Cracker Jack to TEMPT

on a high & windy hill
plasma STATE

hajj without the crowds · fourth Bartok string quartet
now the dogs of war with kiteslipt BASTE

games pry apart my eyelids
my brass TIARA

on a high
& lonely hill where fardels INFER

"zzee-at" goes the goldeneye during brillig
"zzee-at" & my panoply's AFIRE

petrification of flesh
episode RERAN

Graywyvern
estivates in the Cthulhucene ARENA

Godmothers of horror.

"The only way to turn something that really happened into something that happens on paper is to attack it in the beginning the way a puppy attacks an old shoe." --Shirley Jackson

(@archillect)

the art of fooling robots (day 120)

(via)

When one has lived a long time alone.

"...nor find sport/ In torch-light treachery or the luring owl" --The Ring and the Book

Golf Angst Entourage.

latticework whose leftover shapes have FADED
broken tools in the strange AGORA

sparks falling
clyte whiffs of DOVER

lemmingtide & tearing down
what took so long to ERECT

inchmeal leap
out of the swirling mists something crazy DARTS

shivers the bulwark
diary of a plunder year CIRCA

retracing the storms
where i got my IDEAS

one has paravent & ombrifuge
but it is the thought from far away that RENDS

crunchy step
broken glass from hasty CADGE

so ready for it to be over
all but the ASSET

was this necessary · that we would be taught
build on SILTS

lying cerulean
ultrageester, IDAHO

what justice
hovers in the pinprick eye like a LASER

hagoday by ragged fists battered
there that isn't THERE

aive quta not by chance
adventuring among the root SORES

We will create a new history, a new aesthetic, and a new religion—even that.

"Now anarchy is only tact when it works badly. Tact is only anarchy when it works well." --G K Chesterton

The stars continue to move in their regular courses, the seasons come and go as before.

bassoonfluencer (day 98)

(sean parker via michael puttonen on fb)

Mannaia.

"The steel vests deflect even these keen edges..." --Christian Bok

Oldthinkers unbellyfeel woke.

the cerulean, sounds, one BRAVES;
smrt REGENT

i stretch as i walk around the pool
fain of AGENCY

plenty of time to catalog my trespass'
cis- & otherwise, most not VENIAL

chipping at this whist
would ENCASE

Graywyvern plunges into the great unknown
of a day without hair STYLES

Death of iron.

"Your boasted still's full strain and strength: not so!" --The Ring and the Book

(lanny quarles on fb)

zany actual meal (day 86)

(via)

"And all dead years draw thither,
And all disastrous things"

--Swinburne, "The Garden of Proserpine"

"One very droll piece has the poet giving Eugenio Montale a raft of misinformation about America."

standing on a gray tank in GDANSK
not today i would DELETE

glamours of the ever-unattainable
vie with lost ALLURE

Wittenberg
sacked in each broken NEURON

ywldwzquixotl gleams like distant
mention of a STROKE

my sense of no future a banderilla
but KEENER

"Ligotti’s own persona is one of being a depressive, anhedonic recluse, managing a bipolar disorder by silence, cunning and exile (and prescribed pharmaceuticals) amidst the wreckage of the American industrial empire, out there in the apocalyptic ruins of Detroit."

"It is not enough to cure the plague: we must learn to weep for it. " --Unamuno

"Though Detroit is never explicitly mentioned as the setting for pieces like 'My Work is Not Yet Done,”'it’s hard to mistake the setting for anyplace other than Detroit."

(@archillect)

supply chain (day 75)

(via)

"Your glacier beauty of precipitous wings" --Nimrod, V.

Derealization.

"There was a young girl from Iraq
Whose penury wanted to mock
If asked 'Does it shower
To a finicky tower?'
She answered 'I lasso o'clock' "

--@bottucket

Heartwood.

souvenir of the MALAYS
or immaterial AMULET

affliction so far
just LUMBAR

but to scry beyond the fog-wall of let's-see
raven ALBINO

when all about you are losing theirs
goatfoot intramural YEANED

the icy air pouring down · this strong redoubt
inchmeal STRODE

"At the same time, I can’t help but wonder—like a myriad others— why we can respond so effectively to this relatively small immediate crisis but not to the gargantuan one that’s been swallowing the planet for generations."

(via)

a dead pope's corpse

(via)

"...the god known as Cynothoglys: the god without shape, the god of changes and confusion, the god of decompositions, the mortician god of both gods and men, the metamortician of all things." --Thomas Ligotti, "The Prodigy of Dreams," in: Noctuary (1994)

Skafer.

"a snail
on bended knees
not yet become a buddha
a beacon"

--@poem_exe

The influence of Old Church Slavonic on Russian.

1.
refuse intricate GIFTS
cabana for INUIT
ingest strange FUNGI

in this yard meet a TIGER
where only jet echo STIRS

2.
cry broadcast
Cynothoglys
abyss breach
soap lampshade Ides
accuse salp
ostrich it scathes

3.
laughingthrush
has null egress
wharf bitter
and agate strict
thrang groaning
but osprey whist

4.
fuligin
bulks elder wine
aggry wisp
in ebon ruck
elf ukase
tsantsa dealt plonk

5.
skafer skirl
saw afar verve
from Asgard
sketchy bird braid
ill assault
ganch swoon bankrupt

6.
the bookstore in plaguetime
a rumble before dawn

hand-tinted postcards
of places i have been

the story runs away
with the breath of its telling

grow implicate
order

(via)

thaumatropic vigil

(via)

"The only reason the argument 'lockdown or economic ruin' has any traction is because the federal government refuses to intervene on behalf for working class like every other 1st world nation. It's a false choice made manifest through a combination of malfeasance & ideology." --@jonrog1

A drowned world.

bleeding sense by the terabit
ever battier

days i could be above the rushing river
days i succumb to ratbite

armed men rage
at the capitol · Graywyvern burns bitrate

"Nothing is free, not even disillusionment."

(via)

pro-death rally

(fractal5d via aestheticneons on tumblr)

Adjusting to the prophylactic life.

"sometimes I’m tired of being nice. one day your femur will be mine" --@xiaolongbot

The wonder that is Sanskrit.

three layers of ALPACA
to the silence unable-LEARNER

tell the children there's
no PARENT

as long as we all keep clicking on icons
viral reign AVERSE

in high cerulean hope dissolves like the fumes from
a CENSER

shall we dance in streets where no car moves,
tutelary ARTERY

Heritage.

(via)

business model

--@CaucasianJames

On Grapefruit.

"Each minute of man's safety he does walk
A bridge no thicker than his frozen breath
O'er a precipitous and craggy danger
Yawning to death!
            A perilous sea it is,
'Twixt this and Jove's throne, whose tumultuous waves
Are heaped contending ghosts! There is no passing,
But by those slippery, distant stepping-stones,
Which frozen Odin trod, and Mahomet,
With victories harnessed to his crescent sledge,
And building waves of blood upon the shallow,
O'erpassed triumphant: first a pile of thrones
And broken nations, then the knees of men.
From whence, to catch the lowest root of heaven,
We must embrace the winged waist of fame,
Or nest within opinion's palmy top
'Till it has mixed its leaves with Atlas' hair,
Quicker to grow than were the men of Cadmus--"

--Beddoes, The Second Brother, III.

Song of corona. (via lanny quarles on fb)

spiralling creepyPASTA
most tart of ALOES

non-essential worker of them all
tortoise SOARS

pictures of crowds what time was that what blithe rote
each burial TERSE

will it even matter who Graywyvern knows
was a Putinist ASSET

This piece of writing began.

"...delightful as the pastime of measuring may be, it is the most futile of all occupations, and to submit to the decrees of the measurers the most servile of attitudes." --Virginia Woolf

(via glitchphotography on tumblr)

ghost gun surge

"Nothing was done, and nothing seemed capable of being done." --@MobyDickatSea

Found Forest Floor.

chainsaw in this caraway
unimpervious guest

aim sonar, anosmia
fall of wilted magnolia

i discovered compound eyes
in the twilight of reason

Danny was 31.

"I started to head back to the house, but I had lost sight of it." --@aconstanthaunt

Dark jazz radio.

forever home

Side effect. (via @joycecaroloates) (or maybe not...)

thorniest of TIARAS
teunaimunuenat to INTONE

solitaire
to ticking ATTUNE

a heavy gilt-framed mirror for long hours
my green vigils were ROUTED

safer left
in granny-ANNEXE

Graywyvern falling in outer space
to land upon some sterile world the SEEDER

Tracker.

social distancing

"I don't sell science either, I dance it." --Viktor Shklovsky: A Reader (tr A Berlina, 2017)

The other periodic tables.

banister BALSA
crowds AVOID

walmart shelves all empty of sanitizer
the noon pylon twelve-LOBED

glitemo · in millennial pink
by his Elder Gods the SIEGE

cigarettes
the sound of mechanical ADDER

a guided newsroom
bibidiikstofa · the way back out in SIGNS

frustrate hajj
palais IDEAL

a winter playground for river otters filmed
roil of rollic GENII

learned what from this training video?
fishhook for NAIAD

i remember a border they waved me through
before things began their SLIDE

Favorite American poets.

long pig latin

(via @CrookedCosmos)

Sharon Dilute.

our land shall reap no parallel AWARD
as dunce-acquittal from the team hayWIRER

slouching through Bedlam; what, then, of one's duty
to maintain carnival in the sand ARENA?

here among microcrises superstition
flourishes; old errors would RENEW

Atlantis slides to the bottom of the sea:
so forcefully to our contretemps we're DRAWN

creeping amidst the barricades & traffic
radio gives no hint of enemies LISTS

to win in one small game, & for a time,
half-aware of the wrath towering INERT

already these late vistas lose their shape
melting into sentiment & SEPIA

linear tosh, farewell; let flicker ride
crackle a moment-spark on the siren's TRILL

weary with two worlds' abuse, Graywyvern
carved realist Noh to cherry stones on his STALK

New Scarlett Thomas.

frontiers of slow TV

"...not only do I have opinions, I bark them como itzcuintli."

never FOUND
this sorrow's proper OWNER

some catastrophes have multiple inputs
some are UNARY

turn my lights on for awhile, then off
grayness works my NERVE

filled my thermos with a Yemen blend
left my clothes in the DRYER

sometimes i listen a bit to impeachment
crash OMITS

from the story whose picture
stokes the MEDIA

such the stress
in my ever vigilant rockstar IDYLL

lawsuits sprung · out of the blue
this field of bones Nomquab TILLS

Graywyvern once danced
in an iv'ry jacket to SALSA

"...the glass walls in Apple’s headquarters were marked with Post-it notes to keep employees from smacking into them, like birds."

(via @JoyceCarolOates)

trouble never comes

Later than you think.

jeepster in my blind spot, KARST
& nevermorfevrerie since i AWOKE

fiddling against the Devil, run out
of ROSIN

Greta at Davos
as, through Twitter, Idler SKIMS

though Graywyvern knows heapbig grammar
still lacks future TENSE

"Neo is the Platonic hero par excellence"."

(crookedcosmos)

names for the new seasons

"...without cruelty, only a limited success is ever possible in opera." --R A Lafferty

Greta at Davos.

we must redefine what's PESTS
method ghouls EXTOL

muggy January under skies of slate
dream STOMA

so many now have joined the Black Fleet
gone over · left empty TOMBS

seventy six in my black jacket
Graywyvern feels each glint a waly heart SLASH

Tired of hatred.

(via)

two ways of becoming a hunter

"In 1971 she played the biracial Julie in a landmark London revival of Show Boat. Laine recorded Porgy and Bess with Ray Charles, and earned a Grammy nomination for her version of Schoenberg’s atonal song cycle Pierrot Lunaire."

the key was control of the PASSES
through which we drifted, dumfuggled-blind, AGHAST

i always thought i'd
end my days in a SHANTY

wanted to
learn how to make from a car tire a SANDAL

would we feel more like a fellow creature,
the marginal our ESTATE?

even Graywyvern
runs through STYLES

Too advanced to be real.

(pic by michelle rhea on fb)

regretinue

Popocatepetl.

outrage that the echo DULLS
takes solace in the broken USUAL

animals burnt up
seat's LUMPY

even my mere poetic riposte tires me
more & more i LAPSE

Graywyvern would hold his fire
were he SLYER

Brainglass.

(via)

the oblong heads have it

Zothique illustrated.

those who didn't have the wit to SCRAM
& whatever happened to Dagmar CHILI?

praying to the prawns
with insufficient RIGOR

nine blue piles
to be viewed by Hord's klaxon ALONE

never mind ol' Graywyvern
whom dusk MIRES

Why do these people existing.