rethinking my digital shopping choices (day 168)

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"...and still the shadow of the tower fell athwart Susran like the shadow of an evil gnomon moving on some disastrous dial; and still the umbrage of the power of Malygris lay stagnant as the tomb's night on the minds of men." --Clark Ashton Smith

Night.

"give me a homeland
the taste of pine
a swallow
of flowers"

--@poem_exe

"In each case Lewis treads a fine line: he must throw a veil of unknowing over the secret aspects of the cult for fear of violating its mystery and offending the god; and yet he must include enough coded and deictic specifics to make manifest the holy mystery of the religion."

golden dragonfly
bobs & weaves
choose a side to be on

dreariment
derecho storm

the last of the festival pyres
over the heads of the town
the emperor's seat

quidmining
past the point of ever catching up

i have known enough architecture
to imagine any architecture
yet i crave to know more

tossed from text to text
like a beach ball on the waves

all the dead planets
we could still look upon
we could still cherish

my wanderings
have never ceased

the smell & the cold
are absent
from this ancient stone facade

should my love of desuetude one day enfold
the boxed-up books abandoned to my storage vault

all secrets lead back to childhood
but they lead
back to multiple childhoods

i imagine going to live there
becoming a fan of the puppet shows

again the art of combining
what can this suburb join
that my mind cannot think it

an old poem
with most of the textures missing

so many words like this
a specific occurrence that takes certain initial conditions
untranslatable

all this to teach me
losing can be just as good as keeping

"Writing will wreck you if you let it."

"sleepless all night
the sand unsettles
by the vending machine"

--@poem_exe

"Illness narratives (pathographies) may be broken down into three categories: quest, restitution, and chaos stories."

(glitchphotography on tumblr)

variations on sakura

"Part of how they make you obey is by making obedience seem peaceful, while resistance is violent. But really, either choice is about violence, one way or another." --The City in the Middle of the Night

Ecce Homo.

1.
tanglegloaming here
NO'E GIRZU · extraction
of a citizen

awaited endgame · split tree
eloquent of harsh forces

2.
the arctic, burning;
its permafrost, softening;
carbon is released

dawn colors caught by the ribs
of the sculpture on the way

3.
chased from my password
music from ten years ago
morning arguments

if i could just bring this next
big project to fruition

4.
sing of melody
number play made legible
on the pot-holed road

the brush of your lips, leaving
the only time this morning

5.
trans-temporal waip
purple wig & all · one step
from fires of Tlaloc

gas is going down · strangely
i can feel no joy at this

6.
RRAI · RROI · some
place west of Gnosticism
ever & anon

the dull light that might be storms
distant · & might be nothing

7.
nautilus regrets
darker gray on the gray clouds
these books, i can toss

ache in the habnds · Wolfskinder
just-risen sun over fields

Painting rat. (via lanny quarles on fb)

a bandaid for anomie

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    wander through turquoise
alleyways all day · dovesong
    strangely echoing

the more you try to tell it
the hollower it becomes

    Zeitgeist lost · shadows
hard as marble, under cars
    on the parking lot

what a concert was · just this
lifetime evaporated

    back of the throat taste
Columbian · mockingbiords
    & a perfect breeze

so cry me a river i
cried a river over you

"More than 30 years ago, a jet-setting Iranian playboy, transhumanist author and corporate consultant...predicted an axial shift to ‘up-wing’ and ‘down-wing’ political priorities. The directional associations in this new scheme were quite literal: ‘up‑wing’ meant looking toward the heavens, and ‘down-wing’ was looking toward the Earth." (via @xenogothic)

a busyness of ferrets

"It was not from the camps of the barbarians, but from the schools of the monks, that the heaviest blow was struck against the traditions of the ancient learning." --an anonymous reviewer in the Edinburgh Review, 1877

Lighten up.

"Man’s life is a line that nature commands him to describe upon the surface of the earth, without his ever being able to swerve from it, even for an instant." --Baron d'Holbach

Fear and loathing.

"Every war...is represented not as a war, but as an act of self-defense against a homcidal maniac." -George Orwell (via @SaladinAhmed)

Cult numbers.

      "d'Holbach's conjecture"

turquoise styrofoam
the saracen-shaved chances
of being salvaged

ride my crepuscular
mithridation there

yclept Pan-Penult
my perfect Esperanto
knuckleduster whist

a witchburning countdown t'ward
which either speeds or tarries

mackerel skies of
Bildungsroman palimpsest
i see wires under

astronaut kwashiorkor
still sending his signal back

the patient lingered
abstemiously wordbound
& itching to speak

praise the cryptological
luxury of toad-eating

shape of this coast, due
to Itzcuintli tsimtsum,
shape of the otchkies

Mnizourin warrumbool
the storm & the aftermath

the city made of
labyrinthine mauvaise foi
& a few sharp stones

Mokusatsu Zeitlichkeit
(heart) the time of the mistake

those who would pursue
cryptozoic syzygy
& those who flee it

palindrome apocalypse
is Quetzalcoatl razbliuto

Khidr listens for
mouldwarp verbalization
on the path of wisps

he wages Nyarlathotep
glossolalia on words

Innes's star zzxjoanw
echoes in a Dyson sphere
Star of the Magi

cut by some unknowable
revisionist tomorrow

not two high kites but
pterodactyl conjunction
is what i descry

the superlative wordsmith
takes away the more you read

azure betrayal
sapphirus intercession
indigo my prayer

now it becomes much clearer
the soul's squamous quintessence

on Babel tower
they fleer these pejorative
tenuosities

the long way, petroleum
apokatastasis comes

he has many miles
adventuresome gastropod
trailed by birds of shade

sudden & unseasonal
my mystery redeployment

wrestle with Bardo
Thodol jurisprudence
potholes seem like torts

leave one Septentrioni
coprolite to proclaim

in this wind doors swing
wide of their own volition
& the questions fall
before you can answer their
sunlight interrogation

(pic by Stelios Faitakis)

"At one point, one helicopter pilot, a wonderful man named Thompson, saw what was going on and actually landed his helicopter. He was a small combat — had two gunners. He just landed his small helicopter, and he ordered his gunners to train their weapons on Lieutenant Calley and other Americans. And Calley was in the process of — apparently going to throw hand grenades into a ditch where there were 10 or so Vietnamese civilians. And he put his guns on Calley and took the civilians, made a couple trips and took them out, flew them out to safety. He, of course, was immediately in trouble for doing that." --Seymour Hersh on Tom Clark's blog