hiatus

Twitter.

Tumblr.

Webpage.

Deviant Art.

mornings in the deserted plaza

Ecstasy of Gold.

"Story, like perspective in painting, may be an invention to satisfy a need in experience for design, to build a house for feeling in time or space." --The HD Book

Beyer resurfaces.

cobblestones shower
squirrel
crosses my path

high things tell
the rules
are sometimes not the rules

one weaves
with or without the knowledge
a chill breeze lifts

my hair that escapes the mask

Rain in Dubrovnik.

"Trebly augmented was his furious mood
With bitter sense of his deepe rooted ill..."

--The Faerie Queene, I.11

Stockpile of soap no stockpile.

(via)

2030

(via)

i see dead octopi

(@archillect)

Silver Apples.

swept up under
the wings of the dragon
any private grudge

mem'ry of a shadow

odd speck
on my glasses this morning
knife long ago sharpened

the next to last hint

(sweet-neon-lips on tumblr)

elusive
affordances · crush
with sleeplike · talebearing
the phone · on TV rings

wall of fire · at the Solar System's edge
back in the tent
too small
for anything but sleep

    look away
    this noisome river

alive in the rubble
Mordor Macula
flights to nowhere

Harpax skylight
cardamom lour

Has wood_s lot blog finally lapsed?

"old fence
its image unsteady
clear water"

--@poem_exe

ghost cruise

"...you think we hated the elephant..."

"a hazy day
garden lights flicker
that autumn has come"

--@poem_exe

"I’m a user of metaphysics, not even an amateur. I’m a user of physics too."

ghost chisel
towed ashore stir
acute thrist
fighting tsar pelf
floodgate etch
doffed twice head

Tree of Responses.

"night traffic
but they got away
growing up together
from the candle"

--@poem_exe

Estate is a new film based on a China Mieville story.

(vaporwavie)

in the dusk of the dawn

(@CrookedCosmos)

Ten great writers nobody reads.

" 'How do you explain the thousands of books that come out every year?'
'I do not explain them. There seems to me to be no explanation.' " --@IComptonBurnett

"Her poetically-charged prose percolates with unsaid bubblings and unstated gurglings which never surge to the surface, but rush past in irresistible riptides.

wordhood POPES
point OMEGA
wine the PEARL

perfect EGRET
nowness SALTS
hero VALET

no AWARE
zero LADEN
corpse ERECT

iambic TENTH
thinking WODGE
trail of OBOES

falling DOWNS
leave GENOA
vast ESSAY

Lafferty at Gutenberg.

"through smouldry cloud of duskish stincking smoke" --The Faerie Queene I, 7.

A Cough in the House.

(dualvoidanima)

in the year seven-eptwin-four

(eric joyner via)

For some reason thinking again about hexadecimal words. It's been awhile, but not as long ago as this (a heresy forgotten by everyone but me). Which is interesting mainly because conlangs aren't generally associated with alternative counting systems. True, the Codex Seraphinianum seems to use base-21. And though i may be pardoned for imagining Klingon to use base-11, 'tisn't so.

Using this converter, i find that the current year is 7E4.

the deck & the quid

(nnt-channel on tumblr)

On Soviet watches.

"No English dictionary word contains more than four consecutive letters of the alphabet. Among the longest examples are the -RSTU- found in words like UNDERSTUDY and OVERSTUFF, and the -MNOP- in GYMNOPHOBIA (the fear of nudity) and LIMNOPHILE (a creature that lives in marshland)." --@HaggardHawks

Smellosophy.

the morbidezza of the morning light
no more than thirty minutes long,
uninerrable: the iron
of errancy's inconsequential blood.

sesquisaudade fills the other hours
eager to have found their voice;
a Molinist succumbs to kudzu
safely out of reach of any sun.

Aelindrome in 3, 1, 4, 1, 5, 9

(@archillect)

"The quick, malign, relentless clock ticks on" --Clark Ashton Smith

"It was supposed to be [the novels of] Thomas Pynchon, not Susan Sontag...but the morning of shooting that scene [in Bull Durham] we got a letter from Pynchon's attorney..."

Rag dog · purge them

ailment · of mailmen

together · Ogpu drag

The Tao in Klingon.

"LABYRINTH (Aelindrome in the Decimal Expansion of e)
(27182818284)

Used, these dearth-ready areas
one’s lost Minotaur oversees....

Hour over,
set a lost Minos
a reasoned,
year-threaded
Theseus."

--@AnthonyEtherin

The demise of the second-hand bookshop.

paynim plunk

(lennsan on tumblr)

Theory of symmetry.

"pause
tinkling bells
lit by a sickle moon"

--@poem_exe

Kosmische Lauder Volume 3 (The Secret Cosmic Music Of The East German Olympic Program 1972-83).

1.
all the harm
that after all befell

only because someone
would have to be spared

your saying this:
less talisman

than it seems

2.
baleen data
kind of a burnt out feeling

courtroom lobby
lists that are not in the language

cobblestone streets
& words like cobblestones

delicately
i break them

3.
woostpenplas periwig
hustle of topazglimmer
liquid fascism

-gang lost in the simmerdim
hap which on them is alight

4. solo logorrhiac
prease dimberballow not

carpincho
foliumkulning

hentgraisk snap

star-craving mad

(via)

"THE ART (Aelindrome in the Decimal Expansion of √2)
(14142135623730950488)

The art,
a losing sun,
as she emerges,
only a swan
to her suffering,
may be dark
as turns of sky....

Do seas turn
so dark, maybe
suffering her
as wantonly,
so emerge as she —
sung in a lost heart?"

--@AnthonyEtherin

In Edinburgh.

The decor of plan & design has yielded to the exigencies of repeated moving & having to fit into available space, long ago, & thence a rapid obliviousness upon most of the rooms' contents--haunted, still, by where a thing should or used to be.

death of iron

Sumbangsih.

airt, TREND
flicker RELAY
want the days to ELIDE
bloodshirt-Goya-fistic-NADIR
DYERS

Almaaz.

yoruba speculative materialism

(exorcismz on tumblr)

(via A Questionnaire on Materialisms, DSpace@MIT)

"The Aching. The Trembling. We are not committed to one name. It’ll change soon. For now, for your purposes, we will call this vastness, this panoply of eating and spilling and secreting and remembering and forgetting and living-dying and appearing and disappearing, this one thing, this one susurration, the Aching."

venice by night

(traurig toby on tumblr)

a week out fom EARTH
our energy ALOHA
isolate RONIN

despair precludes ilka THIRD
so many sharp things HANDY

game over, bugs

(purple-ghouul on tumblr)

masks in the west wing
dove in the half dark
cling floating coffin

with a shock, the heat
emerging from lair
out here the slow one

free play of Maya
ships bisect the fjord
continue charade

experimental treatment

(j-musashi on tumblr)

cerulean through clip-on shades
reconstructing all the sherds

cut a new belt notch erelong
make peace with your bitter shades

is like a plan that succeeds
but meaning like cat hair sheds

Graywyvern knows ev'rything
here from tailpipe to windshields

micro droplets suspending in air

(@CrookedCosmos)

The thing I most want to remember.

arnica
Brennschluss fnast-lid
Cibola
scurry past ebb
Arkham reft
and snafu Usk

ache chess plug
butter Oscar
ash of ink
task tsourris strict
klepto like
adulating

elegy for one not dead

in ischgl

Here i am in virtual Ischgl.

favorite american poets

"Okay, FB poets, here are my top ten favorite American poets in order: Whitman, Dickinson, Roethke, Stevens, James Wright, Langston Hughes, Mary Oliver, W.S. Merwin, Laure-Anne Bosselaar, Naomi Shihab Nye. What are yours?" --Michael Simms on Fb

Lists like this are good mainly as an incitement, & of course to glean new authors to read; my first thought is, as in similar lists of musicians: there are poets who inspire me by one book or one poem they wrote, others i have read all of, & finally there are those who i like in general, without being able to point to a specific work.

Single poems: Phelps Putnam- "Hasbrouck and the Rose", Robert Service- "The Cremation of Sam McGee" [two of my all-time favorite poems]

Single Books: Adrienne Rich- Homage to Ghalib, Berryman's Sonnets, Merwin- The Lice, Millay's sonnets (often collected as a separate book), Ron Silliman- Ketjak, Armand Schwerner- The Tablets, Galway Kinnell- Book of Nightmares, Clark Coolidge- The Crystal Text

Poets i like virtually everything by: Sylvia Plath, Kenneth Fearing, Robinson Jeffers, Laura Riding, Wallace Stevens

Poets who only wrote a little bit (in some of these cases, their main work was novels), but that little bit is precious: Malcolm Lowry, Adelaide Crapsey, Sara Teasdale, Clark Ashton Smith, Ishmael Reed, Elinor Wylie, Weldon Kees

Poets whose practice inspires me, more than individual poems: Robert Duncan, Bill Knott, Mina Loy, Jack Spicer, Walt Whitman, Diane di Prima, Edwin Arlington Robinson

And finally (& this is a practice i think every serious poet should do, at least once), i did make my own anthology, once upon a time:

Florilegium, Anthropocene.

--One thing that is noticeable about this selection, is that it doesn't have that many American poets, & lots of these aren't even in English originally (a topic for another day!).

pentafecta

(via dennis cooper blog)

The end of the dream.

"Wes Anderson is like the interior of another's brain. at first you are fascinated, enthralled; then, by degrees, panic sets in & you are desperate to escape. until next time." --@JoyceCarolOates