Sunday, September 13, 2020

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)

Wednesday, September 9, 2020

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

Friday, September 4, 2020

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

Wednesday, September 2, 2020

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)