the dove, the crow, the squirrel (day 185)

(lofishing)

"When Eastman died of heart failure, alone, in Millard Fillmore hospital in Buffalo, New York, on 28 May 1990, aged just 49, his work disappeared with him."

"Certainly Poetry is a dress; but above all, it is a substance." --López Velarde

The Story Of Bandes Dessinées.

Plano glebe
bark and mortar
aggry chip
pelts ebon beach
ibis bails
gray skills warg snide

Tattered Curtains.

"it's a wicked world in all meridians" --@MobyDickAtSea

Masters of Atlantis on audio.

(via via feuilleton)

abah hoqoi (day 152)

The Big Book of Modern Fantasy.

"Cor Caroli, the killing star, shone out above the Snort through wisps of high cirrus. Down by the river, the wrecking yards were silent." --The Centauri Device (1974)

Dreadful Hollow.

stint straggler
widdershinto
angel stoop
is attained brogue
parkour egg
against slouch perne

The Friday Poem: Massacre.

"Gray city of strong towers and clustering spires" --Lionel Johnson

(via)

the fleet (day 151)

(@abandonedameric)

Mechanical owl.

"He was as one who awaited a dark and secret summons, not knowing whence it would come, or at what hour." --@KlarkashT

Return of the Lo-Bap.

1.
syllabus
Cyanian
floods alcove
gaff obol luxe
osage script
pyre dank onset

2.
rattle on the skylight
the heated sand
corridors winding

come unravelled
sepia cloudscape

step by step i parcel out
the dimensions
of my panic bulletinsv

rattle on the skylight
lingering carpal twinge

3.
the Black Fleet
reflects fathoms
in the gray dawn
we dim our hopes
noon varies
count of victims
bladed gifts
join the Black Fleet

4.
receptacle · seepage measured
afflict flaming · terrapin flaw
though cats recall · Cor Caroli
it's a bad berth · on a slow boat
dreadful hollow · at Wadi Aceldama
my own dumb impatience
wall of mist with nothing on the other side

5.
screens of the towers falling
long shadows of morning
days beyond retrieval
but i was there

run to the end of story
unseen airplane overhead
lose count of the laps
lose track of the days

poet of triolets
& of fine blue porcelain
looks out through these eyes
at the weathered planks of a deck

"Loneliness is a part of writing, isn’t it?"

"full moon
my best friend
a flute"

--@poem_exe

(@CrookedCosmos)

death waiver (day 133)

(5hiny8laze2ombie on tumblr)

Cry of destiny.

"white winter solstice
comes back
moonlit"

--@poem_exe

Day after Tomorrow thread. Read the comments.

Feënreich
sett · pest ink
broken reck
with ichor whelm
ash weather
still attain tilth

Habitat 67.

"the wind of mount fuji
wings curve
polishing my teeth"

--@poem_exe

(@CrookedCosmos)

jemima's witnesses (day 118)

(@jeffreyford8)

Dark Academia.

"At some point my need for a solution was replaced by the poetry of my continuous failure."

--Charles Simic via @svenbirkerts

Clowncore.

strength stone breaks
wet gneiss against
etched whinny
tsantsa still holds
and tethered
above gray realm

"...a Neo-Empire has been rising up through the emergent implementation of digital technologies, investment into super-computation, and owning the means of production for the Industrial Revolution 4.0."

"While near and nearer comes the snorting orc" --The Ring and the Book

Dolman sleeve.

(via @areasvellas)

Zbellionaire (day 92)

(thea temple on fb)

Syrian artists memorialize George Floyd. (via darius frasure on fb)

"O'er old unwandered waste ways of the world" --The Ring and the Book

First human trial.

ladybugs
carol odd eyes
above gulch
aggry is scooped
bar craw
kompromat slake

I can't breathe.

(nnt-channel via lofiwave on tumblr)

contact tracer bullets (day 90)

(via)

"One may be passably well one day, but the next, he may sup at black broth with Pluto." --Pierre XXII, iv.

"Seeking out what remains is one of the ways I tend to cope in moments of loss."

seismic feint
dint as ambered
lick scourge
if sever bilm
and stirrup
adorn night angst

Eerie futuristic cities.

"now we are leaving
sweet clover
leading to nowhere"

--@poem_exe

Spotlight on Firbank. A movie?

(via)

glacier mice (day 83)

(xylss on tumblr)

Pyongyang awakens.

"Acres, parched, sodden or blanched by sleet" --Geoffrey Hill, "Funeral Music," 21.

"What at the moment does not make sense at all, and which makes it impossible to confirm the existence of the planet based on these images only, is the brightness of the observed object."

syrtic wynd
frayed stilt wispy
ichor swarm
my end adjourn
afflict grist
bark eye season

"Thomas Bucknell’s 'A Jar of Goodwill' looks at new forms of plant metabolism on a world dominated by chlorine..."

(@CrookedCosmos)

serapis alone is zeus (day 80)

(via)

"..and every Maori to this day knows the name of the canoe his ancestors arrived in." --Avram Davidson, Adventures in Unhistory (1993)

Yoruba Speculative Materialism.

Zubenelg
pulls ebon verge
antique veil
gleaned ago spoor
dub glibber
all asleep heath

Sad Clown Paradox.

"a summer rainstorm
from the monastery
a skeleton key"

--@poem_exe

Twilight Pie.

(michael puttonen on fb)

things that cannot bear the thousandfold test (day 79)

"I found myself just walking restlessly about--impossible to work, you know--and always carrying with me this heavy dread in my solar plexus, as if I had feasted at a banquet of fear and the meal would not digest." --"Nethescurial"

Desperately seeking Mothman.

"the countdown
in the leftover snow
celestial music"

--@poem_exe

Oral history of the Lizard Lounge.

dark-fathom'd
bridge skids off lake
otaku
whose rope smoulders
idle ebb
grease pinnacle

After climate despair.

it can be done (day 73)

(via)

"In bright mercurial arabesques there flamed" --Nimrod, VII.

"On top of this pulsing bed of noise he wailed, shrieked, moaned and caterwauled, and even those who knew no Japanese or had never witnessed one of his performances were unable to tear themselves away.."

legless fetch
agley · flick merch
isthmus psych
of fester stoep
ichor thorp
hatch ugly slant

Second act problems.

Emily Dickinson: Grief is a Mouse

"Grief is a Mouse—
And chooses Wainscot in the Breast
For His Shy House—
And baffles quest—

Grief is a Thief—quick startled—
Pricks His Ear—report to hear
Of that Vast Dark—
That swept His Being—back—

Grief is a Juggler—boldest at the Play—
Lest if He flinch—the eye that way
Pounce on His Bruises—One—say—or Three—
Grief is a Gourmand—spare His luxury—

Best Grief is Tongueless—before He’ll tell—
Burn Him in the Public Square—
His Ashes—will
Possibly—if they refuse—How then know—
Since a Rack couldn’t coax a syllable—now"

(via voxpopulisphere via michael simms on fb)

"...just as the Eskimos have countless words for snow, the Romanian language seems to have just as many associated with failure."

(@KT_NRE via @AE_stallings)

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)

the slaughter and occupation phase

What i seem to remember most: those times when i wandered lost in strange cities. As if everything else, as if that very knowing of where i was & what i was doing--were the dream that would fade upon waking.

Future of the human climate niche.

fremdlogic
brisk leper amped
adds slowmorth
to Ogpu pitch
Echt Uboat
orange wish as

Closest yet black hole.

(@jeffreyford8)