ring of naphtha (day 154)

(painting by jane fletcher on fb)

More Notes from Home.

"Close to our bows, strange forms in the water darted hither and thither before us; while thick in our rear flew the inscrutable sea-ravens." --@MobyDickatSea

Kufic book artist. (thread)

light of a summer
morning · stories it can tell
to those on death row

Zekia Agob.

"not very anxious
tell me where i'm bound, to which
the silence"

--@poem_exe

. (pic by geof huth on fb)

the day the earth smiled (day 144)

(lanny quarles on fb)

"It is taking on a very Lord of the Flies sort of feeling, as if we are all stuck on an island and only the strongest will survive..."

"It is better to be drunk with loss and to beat the ground, than to let the deeper things gradually escape."

—Ivy Compton-Burnett, letter to Francis King of June 22, 1969 (via @levistahl)

"...traces of the storyteller cling to the story the way the handprints of the potter cling to the clay vessel." --Walter Benjamin

virus-whisperer
hemmed in by the paintless planks
& frozen azure

This is not a time-lapse video.

"By most accounts, we can only sense five flavors, which seem to correspond quite elegantly to the inevitable events that mark our lives: sweet, salty, bitter, and sour, and then a fifth flavor, which I feel is somehow synonymous with the category we might label inexplicable, made possible by an amino acid and known by the Japanese as umami." --Deirdre Heekin, Libation (2009)

(pavel hanuš‎ in retro rockets on fb)

translation of Issa

Xorlo. (Not to be confused with the The Horla.)

haiku: The world is but a single dewdropn set
trembling upon a stem...and yet...and yet. (tr Stewart)

PA DIRGYJAU GE
TERDI GI JIMCA CPANA
DESKU .AICU'I

('One waterdrop is
the world, as on a twig it
trembles. --I don't know!')

Fake.

(via)

70. dictionary of survival sex

(via)

"Cloud-shadows of seasons revisit the earth,
odourless myrrh borne by the wandering kings."

--Geoffrey Hill

" No one really believes these alien planets you invented are actually there; to be honest, no one really believes this bus station you drew so painstakingly from life is actually there."

TOLKRI RODA
Inspector Pyrrho
Ice Station Buddha

TOLKRI RODA
eucalyptus panda
dum spiro, spero

TOLKRI RODA
Inspector Pyrrho

car exhaust white
where it hits the sun
at a light on Campbell

smell of leather gloves
blends with the smell of hot asphault
scratch my nose downtown Richardson

the dentist scene in Tlooth
if the sun's rays are a koan

smell of truck exhaust
cut with the rain

he has laid out the cards
seen what can be done

not with another draw

As Silverberg comments in his introduction to 'Dancers in the Time-Flux' (1983), a story set in the same universe as Son of Man, his goal was 'to reproduce in prose form some of the visionary aspects of life in that heady era [the 1960s] and pass off the result as a portrait of the far, far future.' "