old news but still current (day 114)

(@StormChaseGeeks)

Hurkle-durkle.

"I have discovered a planet. Something lies there, intensely wishing for the past. An actuary could pet cats there." --@I_Find_Planets

"It is hard to avoid the conclusion that it is best not to think of accelerationism, in the first instance, as a set of ideas at all."

unseen cicadas
& the swimmingpool gurgle
alternately loud

so easily i lose count
of the laps no one else counts

"Watching documentaries about wolf packs, I was drawn to something about the omega wolf’s downcast gaze."

"You exit the time-machine and discover a rusty scanner. Its AI has an... interesting personality." --@future_junk

(@PaulMSmithPhoto)

severity, this is love (day 104)

(triton via)

An all-Durkin's tournament!

"And the end has come, the doom is verily here" --The Ring and the Book

The other F-word.

innumerate dove
somewhere out there in the dawn

the village preserved

this digital citadel
invisible weavers hound

Neon atmosphere on Sedna?

"Healthy countries are all alike; every unhealthy country is unhealthy in its own way." --@jbotcan

(@archillect)

one record lost in another record (day 78)

"Each mosque seemed to exhale a different kind of sadness...on my soul, passing through that period, filled with mingled anguish and love, began to open out to Oriental mysticism." --Pierre Loti, "Constantinople in 1890," in: Carmen Sylva, 1912

"The question of which knots are slice depends on whether you choose to include these crumpled spheres."

enough desuetude
even here, without ruins;
books that i haven't
opened in untold years · cold
trails blaze up like phosphor waves

Counter-Earth.

"the little crow
when i seemed to have
an island"

--@poem_exe

Composing lyrics in the world's least lyrical language.

(via noaa.gov)

updated terms of service

(ysociety via aestheticneons on tumblr)

Fripp/Roches.

in the sound garden
a residue of nidor
the asked-for ransom
with the victim not missing

sitting there · sitting there still

500X on the ropes.

(jeanette hayes via)

celebrity rescue

Wrapped in plastic. (via feuilleton)

gray, glare, cold commute
as mem'ries invade the songs
put to repel them

faintly geese nudge each other
with cries like chiptune fragments

Dover.

(xlunarise on tumblr)

en pointe doublethink

"We are both drawn to our half-drowned burgs..." --Caitlin Kiernan, Black Helicopters (2015/2018)

Paganism gets the fake book treatment. (via supergee on livejournal)

lans that would save us
stillborn on the drawing table
mist that wiped returns

evaporated purpose
on the hell shift nattering

Everything stays the same.

(via @svitone_ )

the fancy experiment

(pic by michael puttonen on fb)

Janky Materiality.

drink stream AMEBA
the dictionary's METER

gas days of ETHYL
scrupulous style of BEYLE

end in a field in ARLES

Zahir in Borges & in Islam. (via feiuilleton) Also a book by Coelho.

(via)

satan place

(via @CrookedCosmos)

At the Existentialist Cafe.

fugitive BOSON
the plush trees filled with OCHRE
fallen at SHILO
descendants in mixed ORLON
wrangle the better NEONS

Mezangelle.

(via)

before & after enjambment

Humans will sometimes listen to a cry for pity; a cry for justice, never.

"In L.A., twigs and Skrillex spent two days combing through the track’s 200 individual parts—busted strings, 808 snares, and a Bulgarian folk sample among them—to tighten everything up."

lantern tuna GAFFE
& echelon of AARON

unseasonal FROST

woe to the purulent FOSSE
three times you ask me ENTER

Gjalfr.

(via noealzii on tumblr)

heavily battered ship

(via)

Interview with the author of the best book ever written.

one's eloquent ACHES
melt in bitterer CHILL

return like HINDU
to a world godded ELDER

gull-cry into phone-cry SLURS

Gorgonized Dorks.

(via)

LOL sky wizard

(via lofishing on tumblr)

Switched-on Bach thread.

tattoo for a GHOST
scripture of gallows HUMOR
steer t'ward OMEGA

Boccherini grown SOGGY
clatter of toppling lunch TRAYS

"For himself, Cavallone chose the pseudonym Baron Corvo." (via via feuilleton)

(@UninterestingP4 via @ColsonWhitehead)

collabyrinth

(pic by lanny quarles on fb)

International renshi.

non-usable LATCH
nest with dysfunction AFIRE

flute of TIBIA
no one voted me CRIER

a word for the one who HEARS

AUTH thread.

(via @CrookedCosmos)

"None of these combat operations have been approved, or even meaningfully debated, by Congress. But in the America of 2019 that doesn’t qualify as a problem."

89. sleek, sophisticated and very slippery

(via n3on-bowling on tumblr)

"I kept on falling like a tower that sees its birds fly off" --V Nezval, tr Rothenberg & Sovak, from Poems for the Millennium, Volume One (1995)

Best title in the history of words. More.

storm before morning
so faraway from the story
anger's banked embers
no closer to a cure
compass north & casus belli

"Rare among the Beats in recognizing that the transparency of oral and written language was the last bastion of the humanism he opposed, Ginsberg is a good, even surprising, example for Watten to read as a pre-Language poet. However, better examples, I think, can be found in Melvin B. Tolson (his torqueing of received lexicons) or, even more obscure, in Russell Atkins’s reversion to linguistic devices excised from popular usage."

chrysanthemas

Ozark Gothic.

   i balance these things
only for now, the light gleams
   on their surfaces

a war more pointless than most
brought back to entertain us

labysinthe

Under a mimosa-tree.

Bonesaw i call you;
& Child-Dead-in-Custody:
halcyon December

& carry to the dumpster
what won't fit in our own cans

chypreparkour

so many times now
have the towers fallen, has
the burning cloud charged:

we are not assuaged, nor made
humble enough to follow

Trouble in Mind.

benbu naigabehati teudibu

stark foam, oaf karst meet
in the delicate myst'ry
of joke & clown lung

a toxic sideshow to care
for more than this winter light

Boro thread.

"People do not deserve to have good writing, they are so pleased with bad." --Emerson in His Journals

safari in violet

VCV Rack thread.

maze-yeared, still not out.
generational curses
out of the question?

newly-turned-on-furnace smell
i'm fin'lly learning to love

Notion.

why the globe

no one can tell me
at what moment it began
this sad story . . .

the endless winter
of my motherland

Mariko Kitakubo