hiatus

Twitter.

Tumblr.

Webpage.

Deviant Art.

wayment for our old lifestyle

(via)

Audio Dunwich Horror.

"The diversion of baiting an author has the sanction of all ages and nations, and is more lawful than the sport of teasing other animals, because, for the most part, he comes voluntarily to the stake, furnished, as he imagines, by the patron powers of literature, with resistless weapons, and impenetrable armour, with the mail of the boar of Erymanth, and the paws of the lion of Nemea." --The Rambler, 176.

Notes from the Edge Conference.

fall into spring may go
fleeing with the goats
gray boards weathering
thaumaturge on the run

fall into spring must pass
pillar here pillar there
where cars are burning
gray boards weathering

fall into spring will move
goldengrove unleaving
learning the scuba breath
thaumaturge on the run

Wayback.

"Each
partition travelled
by graysquadrons."

--Joris's Celan

Pixel snow.

(via)

murder board

(souhailbog on tumblr)

"He spent the end of his long life in Sicily, friend of the tyrant Hiero of Syracuse, who asked the poet 'what god is or what he is like.' Getting no immediate answer, the tyrant asked again the next day, and the next, until, exasperated with the poet, he asked why no response came. 'Because the longer I think about it, the fainter become my hopes of an answer,' Simonides said."

pastel love
made us stockpile
pearl Elvish
float pods Tvashtar
veldt ambush
vault ado weet

The hundred-year voyage.

foreverhome

(glitchphotography on tumblr)

A poem based on The Turn of the Screw by Isabel Nathaniel.

graysquadrons
obelisk-riddled
near an elevator

mannikins dance

the language changed
& i did not change

whacked with a tomahawk

ode to billy joel

(nurcotics via sweet-neon-lips on tumblr)

"...a section of Louis Couturat's essay 'The Principles of Logic' in Logic (1913) by Arnold Ruge et al, with a focus on univocity & reversibility in an artificial language, with examples from Ido..."

scramble
for space atop
Space Needle · sharing no
limelight for poetry those years
dark now

masking up, facing off

"Argon atoms make the sweetest pink."

"One sun is splendid; six suns would only be vulgar." --Tremendous Trifles

A440.

impala once i had
how the car has changed
in those twisted slippery years
in the cliffwalk stumble plunge

for only so much of it
i can account
a few risky ventures
some thoughtlessness

i did come in time to regret
but what is regret
when all about you burns
impala burns

impala for fuel
in a year like no other
Tlön
lowers its curtain

"You just assumed, if it was a Knoedler, that it wasn’t [fake]. That was the atmosphere."

"Men into stones therewith he could transmew,
And stones to dust, and dust to nought at all..."

--The Faerie Queene, I.7

"It occurred to him, he wrote, to write up a fake research, 'and get a little practice in turgid writing..' "

"here is the end
among vigorous young leaves
in the lake"

--@poem_exe

(anaklusmvos via sweetspider on tumblr)

rokkudaun basilisk

(noealzii on tumblr)

Ethno Deep Summer Mix.

So much badly designed software...reflects the utter stupidity of our time, but even more inescapably...or rather (i see, as i have been given software to try to fix) it shows us the unpleasant spectacle of a maybe a decent enough designer prevented from doing a good job & forced to do a bad job, because of external factors (haste, budget, unsympathetic management) that nilpertains the problem to be solved.

10 of Ekho's Anti-Racist Book Recs.

sound of an ice cream truck
where Westgate's fall holds court
sound of a car door shut
sound of releasing cork

my words to be ransomed slow
but not yet lost to search
back-into-pumpkin coach
years without thinking of her

Ochi Chernye. (via @JoyceCarolOates)

"How hard it is for the living to die
holding only memory, and then to study the minutes
how like a trumpet of the future it sounds."

--GPT-2

Jorie Graham epigraphs.

"And euermore in constant carefull mind
She fed her wound with fresh renewed bale.."

--The Faerie Queene, I.7

Vudu Ceremony on Mt Fuji.

(@BoschBot)