"TO THE RAIN
Mother rain, manifold, measureless,
falling on fallowq, on field and forest,
on house-roof, low hovel, high tower,
downwelling waters all-washing, wider
than cities, softer than sisterhood, vaster
than countrysides, calming, recalling:
return to us, teaching our troubled
souls in your ceaseless descent
to fall, to be fellow, to feel the root,
to sink in, to heal, to sweeten the sea."
--Ursula Le Guin, So Far So Good (2018)
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trickle in the night
cause a wreck & not stop
things words can't save
watch the dollar disappear
"The Japanese term shûkyô first attained modern usage as a translation of the English [']religion['] in a letter protesting Japanese government interference in Christianity dated April 3, 1868." --Jason A Josephson, The Invention of Religion in Japan (2012)
(via jesse johnson in retro rockets at facebook)
"Manhattan calls the faithful with a tongue of iron." --Harry Hervey
(dongdaemun design plaza by iey kwon on pinterest)
shellfish
pillow castle
shines with a portcullis
made of blackened nervegrind · frolic
therein
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Anthony Etherin: AELINDROME IN FEIGENBAUM’S FIRST CONSTANT (46692016091029906718)
Sonatas perish, losing,
so fool thorn and nail.
Stubborn, find that surge
of tenfold change and haste.
Find range and hold.
Charge often.
Find that sun frail, stubborn,
and nothing so foolish, lost as persona.
(via gordon hilgers on fb)
Libation. Domino.
wasps hovering.
Senses' deathgrip
at the door of Ehrfurcht.
Ganesha. Coffee
gurgle.
Faces of congratulation
elsewhere.
A highly stylized wooden soldier.
Ring my coffeecup leaves.
Woaded days
in other than earth shadow.
Domino. Here. Libation.
Broken lines on the highway.
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"But Joseph Smith's The Book of Mormon reads curiously like a sequel to Boudinot's A Star in the West." --Hungerford
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The seas are rising, & i want to write about signifiers. Yet is it not signifiers, & their attendant myths (such as The Car As Freedom) that got us into this mess in the first place?
midnight blue is my answer
taillight's glow is my answer
the cough i put to bed
in the morning greets me
ring of scorpion fire is the answer
Franklyn Jenifer & maybe the lane
will be open & maybe not
ten miles over the limit is the answer
to the questioner in midnight blue
when we visited Melanie's niece & her husband in Tulsa over Spring Break, i couldn't help noticing how "empty" their house felt to me. belatedly i realize they're into a new movement called Minimalism (bad name--it makes me think of a gallery with one simple geometric shape in the middle). because of modern technology, a lot of the media which boomers such as myself used to store as objects (whether books, records, cds, dvds, or photo albums) can now be put into electronic files (though i can never share their sanguinity as to the security of such) where it takes up no space on this crowded earth. i guess i sort of approve the buddhistical nature of this idea, as long as you keep in mind that powerful forces are at work that (no, they don't want to take away your bullets) would like to have its subjects pay for every crossing of a border, without getting to keep anything in return. they want us to buy their passwords, in other words. and they can revoke them at any moment. they can even change the words in our electronic books... they can't do that with the paper books that were printed long before their advent as a surveillance & controlling entity. (reblogged from facebook)
