step twice in the same chopsticks (day 186)

(@archillect)

"Now it almost disappears behind multi-million-dollar vacation homes..."

"What if in euery other starre vnseen
Of other worldes he happily should heare?"

--The Faerie Queene, II.1

Thackerayana.

ghost chisel
threading the dark maze

corroded nozzle
ghost chisel

on the wings of an ouzel
mark days

ghost chisel
threading the dark maze

"Every creature is a world of its own."

"I trope remote, yet rats are fed." --Anthony Etherin

Not a glitch.

(kenze wee hon ming via it8bit on tumblr)

moral injury (day 163)

(via lofiwave on tumblr)

Asemic writing.

An alternative mapping is only useful if it includes things the regular maps leave out, or shows passages unapparent for the ordinary trekkers. When making alternative maps has become an industry, that is already a broken landscape to have to negotiate; yet for all that, a step is still a step.

The map without salesmanship does not exist.

Maximiliana.

afraid ev'ry day
& all night long afraid
one portion allowed for bread
afraid ev'ry day

the product of our poor darg
this dazzling slag
afraid ev'ry day
& all night long afraid

"I remember the dazed starling
Which was trapped in that very room, two years ago..."

Flash flood, traces left: one trace being the denial. It would be simple to distinguish metaphor from literal, but for language, which embeds every word in a web of possibilities, & a history of changing meanings.

No Nagasaki loss.

(lanny quarles on fb)

vore (day 159)

(via)

"...he still found himself confronted by a thing that outraged his reason; a thing that distorted the known face of the world with unearthly, hideous madness, and mingled a malign chaos with its ordered workings." --@KlarkashT

"...something darker hovered over their resignation, a ghoul of artistic inertia that seemed less the corollary of unfavorable circumstance than the furtive stranglehold of a curse."

"DYSTOPIA (Palindrome by Word)

Nowhere was truth less respected.

Gradually,
we humans,
under persisting uncertainty,
suffered.

We struggled.

We suffered uncertainty,
persisting under humans
we gradually respected less.

Truth was nowhere."

--@AnthonyEtherin

Ghorbat.

1.
painting the tree stump
with our second-best bomb
socialist teeth
Cocytus quakes

second-best bomb given
to the unholy western
walking on mown grass
to the place where i'll finish

2.
becoming a named storm
on the brink of furnished tarns
becoming ill while
visiting Santa

are we not drawn onward
silver as industry
hagoday rattle
walking on mown grass

there's just one more thing
waiting in the shadows
we were once one of you too
& a second-best bomb was good enough

3.
it seems to me my days are full
though moments drop & plant no cairn
nor any aftermath to share

it seems to me my days are full
i contemplate fast realms of gray
i measure where has flown the dove
it seems to me my days are full

though moments drop & plant no cairn

Della Cruscan poetry.

"glimmer of tea water
the north pole
the trail of a snail"

--@poem_exe

(@archillect)

what happened to Opportunity? (day 145)

(thewave on tumblr)

ZIP code.

They [the Plutonians] are at the edge of what is possible to remain, almost as impermanent as their dreams.

Scholz's Star. Teegarden's Star. Kuiper's Star. Innes' star. Van Biesbroeck's Star. Przybylski's Star. And of course Kapteyn's Star.

anywhere
out of the world
on the wings of thought
anywhere
all feints accomplish
through enemy airspace
anywhere
out of the world

Lissa Wolsak reading.

"The open question is the form of sociality in our Great Isolation, where each must find their place in a series and no end has been disclosed." --Barrett Watten, Notzeit

(via)

growth mindset (day 130)

(@jeffreyford8)

"We are more interested in tomorrow's language."

"the wind
and i
dance in embers"

--@poem_exe

European Modernism Meets Traditional Japanese Design. (thanx melanie!)

taste my coffee still
know i am not to die
perils in the world
taste my coffee still

chase the vast unnamed
catch it if i can
taste my coffee still
know i am not to die

"One thing that helps us understand this time is that we have a word for the disease. We call it hiya’stíní. We respect it because we understand it as a living being. We fear it and respect it. We acknowledge it and speak to it."

"Lying in wait for the so-called ‘other shoe’ to drop while not even knowing what that other shoe is—is there a word for this?" --@svenbirkerts

The Hu. (thread)

(pixelmill on tumblr)

ulysses at the mast (day 123)

(ruth marten via feuilleton)

"Turn, and with double zest go dredge for whelks" --The Ring and the Book

"I’ve got a more specific reading of post-Fordist or contemporary zaniness, which is that it is an aesthetic explicitly about the politically ambiguous convergence of cultural and occupational performance, or playing and laboring, under what Luc Boltanski and Eve Chiapello call the new 'connexionist' spirit of capitalism."

facing
a dying nation
caught in Cheetoh's charade
facing
our own dark pain
with flesh of calcspar
facing
a dying nation

The cinema has explored the northern regions of impersonal stylization; it should now discover the southern regions of personal lyricism; it should have its prophets."

"The impatient anti-masque treads close on kibe" --ibid

(fizzy-izzys-circus on tumblr)

challenges surround us (dasy 95)

(juliaxllindra via lofiwave on tumblr)

"The city of Viriconium drifts around the internet like a ghost site, abandoned, glitched and malfunctioning, composed of failed attempts to turn it into one thing..."

"Black-hatred and black-hooded huddle they" --The Ring and the Book

The bipeds are gone.

    a lost wind
finds its way home
no plague has waned
    a lost wind
where sunshine woned
    Niflheim
    a lost wind
finds its way home

International math rock compilation.

"a popular song
it's so hard to hear your voice
turning into rain"

--@poem_exe

(via)

the incomprehensible counsellors (day 76)

(via)

"...lost syllables,
That had no meaning for him, yet did seem
To have that in them which should ease his grief
If his soul's eyes could read their outlawed script.
Adamic spellings, palely glimmering runes,
And broken shapes of ancient alphabets."

--Anna Hempstead Branch, Nimrod, VI.

End of Beyond the Beyond.

crimson conquering
& deer returning

without vision, wrong
crimson conquering

quest for barrarang
to teach me tuning

crimson conquering
& deer returning

Ghost dances.

"the flitting butterfly
under the evergreen
atop a guillotine
dried sardines"

--@poem_exe

Like obsidian's idea of itself.

mouldbug day

(pic by caza via robert rudolph in retro rockets on fb)

The bread is over.

1.
dove at the same time
first light & do what diff'rent
fall through a fine mesh
throbbing turquoise of the pool
newsvoice in the other room

2.
march into darkness
hearts closed by the stricture
like March only worse

& we wonder what's to come
in this place made of riddles

3.
masks in the west wing
rain in quarantine
who's crowping? don't know
masks in the west wing

random fears renew
squirm in endless night
masks in the west wing
rain in quarantine

On the importance of Kraftwerk.

(@CrookedCosmos)

dove after storm

(pic by paul knudsen at richland)

Permutations.

more dead than Vietnam
dust torn on the foehn
& shades on Pluto

more dead than Vietnam
count each covid pilgrim
& where's their wall

more dead than Vietnam
dust torn on the foehn

"Long Distance Runaround" thread.

(@CrookedCosmos)

you won't shop here again

My ancient solar calculator.

"ohh so capybara its a dog made of coconut" --@xiaolongbot

Ancient Mariner Big Read.

all these days that are taken care of
but what happens then
fall off the world's edge?

all these days that are taken care of
teeth of the ruling class abide
through elegy & Algol

all these days that are taken care of
but what happens then

So it's finally happened.

(via)

Zoochory.

the closing of the holy sepulchre

(via via @archillect)

"But the heavenly father corrected [Israel] with various plagues..." --Ermoldus Nigellus (II, 150)

Not Exorcist 2. (via ruth reifeis on fb)

goodbyes that might be more
if anyone had known
& bought more soap

goodbyes that might be more
this rapture the fall of Rome
Plutonian glimmer

goodbyes that might be more
if anyone had known

Aislamiento.

"G I A N T S Q U I D

gray, immense aquanauts navigating the sea's quiet under intense darkness" --@LukeBradford01

(Trieste via 360 visio on fb)

LHS-2520

(newretronet via vaporwave-it on tumblr)

This is not a place.

"Angry lines mourn
Many longer ruins"

--Anthony Etherin

Priest on Sheckley.

dove, dusk, & ichneumon
& just like that, it changed

a waft from the wing of Metatron
dove, dusk, & ichneumon

some kind of cold arithmetic:
the sands · fell on Ubar

dove, dusk, & ichneumon
& just like that, it changed

A world is ending.

(via @CrookedCosmos)

lack of unpreparedness

(via @waltsmgr)

Interview with Karl Kempton.

"I know how you feel
the ash trees above the path
creaking together"

--Catherine Baker

The mystery of Consciousness.

"[Big Bend:] Little past Lajitas. Head about another 40 miles west, take a big left at Ojinaga and another 20 miles down Federal highway 16 and this is the view..." --Patric Davison on fb

the unitary executive

The joke about Portis...

there is no more time
bare trees on gray sky

drizzle hazards teem
there is no more time

these mad desires to tame
in the place of the skull

there is no more time
bare trees on gray sky

"In Cattle Decapitation's Post-Anthropocene Map, white polar ice has been replaced by an expanse of open ocean the color of stagnant rust."

(via)

a child called 'they'

"We are living in a Philip K Dick novel."

with a light heart
bound for the gallows
a grasshopper hight
with a light heart

even in the heat
giggle & gloze
with a light heart
bound for the gallows

Fallen beauty.

(via via mefi)

castle doctrine

(via doctor-autobot)

"The quack bootmaker is considerable; as corn-cutters can testify, and desperate men reduced to buckskin and list-shoes. But the quack priest, quack high-priest, the quack king! Why do not all just citizens rush, half-frantic, to stop him, as they would a conflagration?" --Carlyle

"We live, voluntarily, in the basement." (via)

where bridges arrive
through great doors
bringing the common grave

where bridges arrive
in leafless Goldengrove
with a fanfare of murders

where bridges arrive
through great doors

The story of The Untranslated.

"Stars do, grey, align." --Anthony Etherin

(KNON now via via you were there on fb)

trail of amber google

(via)

A short story by David Bowie. (via)

why are we here?
to melt the icecaps & die?
in our daze such thugs inhere-- why are we? Here,
like buzzards feeding or like clowns-for-hire
we call until we hit the wall of voodoo:
why are we here
to melt the icecaps, & die.

Blumenfeld Counter-Gambit.

forwarding to the end

(via)

"Discovering a new phobia was like the opposite of falling in love." --Charlie Jane Anders, The City in the Middle of the Night (2019)

Nadsat + Polari.

time
is what we don't have
Ialdabaoth droogs esteem
time
& all its feints we seem to tame,
all made idols of the hive

time
is what we don't have

"The Nixon debacle felt like Greek tragedy. The Trump debacle, pathetically, feels more like Eugene Ionesco's satirical masterpiece Rhinoceros, in which a few woke souls watch in sardonic horror as their friends and neighbors transform into gross, insensible beasts."

ramekin skywalker

(via)

Mystery song. (thread)

terrible things are done
in this beautiful light
of early dawn
terrible things are done
neither malicious nor derne
nor domdaniel plot

terrible things are done
in this beautiful light

Long-running script.