daughter of sargon

poem by eugenio montale via; another version

Origin story.

lyric overshare

(via)

"This prompted those in the Sad Satan subreddit to create a malware-free version of the game wherein the gruesome pictures were replaced with more innocuous imagery; this user-friendly version is dubbed clean.exe."

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?

"Given that the Pennhurst found footage’s narrative framework crumbles under just a little bit of close inspection, I just don’t think it’s real."

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

brave new cubicle

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)

at the birth of a new blue

"It’s certain to be the end of a world of mythic narratives, the one in which Man the Conqueror of Nature bestrides the planet on his way to his purported destiny out there among the stars, and we can ignore what we’re doing to the only planet we can live on because somebody will surely think of something to solve the problems we’re creating. For a great many people, that will be at least as traumatic as any of the other ends I’ve just mentioned; people very often find the loss of their lives, their wealth, and their social setting less difficult than the loss of the stories that give meaning to their existence."

a whirlwind strewn with eyes

candle nub then

"Imagine being five or six years old in a town like that, not knowing what GPS is, looking out from the darkness of your bedroom over several weeks of late nights, and living through this season of burning trucks, those infernal visitors from further up the mountainside, tumbling down past houses, trailed by smoke, their fiery wheels reflecting bright red in the windows of parked cars..." --Bldblg

La lingvo de poezio.

"Paul Revere, Heartburn, Imbolc"

Go back to the unquiet grave we long
decided was a fable & desired
not even to grieve. Go back, & now be willing
to run that hazard.

The barest sliver of a moon at dawn.
The thing i said was not the thing i said.
Our house will soon be scrutinized for radon;
despair, pellucid,

breaks ranks with mild acceptance. I would remember
this life as something once we built to keep,
had kept mostly beautiful. Another caliber
of dream's vast upkeep

rises from the cold unquiet grave
& will not be content to break our sleep.

The Bowling Green Massacre.

"I always noticed that the chief features in the pantomime had nothing to do with the story." --G K Chesterton

Fascism Forever.

"A writer is in the end not his books, but his myth. And that myth is in the keeping of others." --V S Naipaul

(via @stevesilberman)

an arcane grimace

An Arcane Grimace

The Moon and the Yew Tree.

"You can fool too many of the people too much of the time." --James Thurber

perusive alias

(Aleppo today, via newsweek dot com)

Our two teams. One is playing with a real football, the other an imaginary.

XANRI NAJO FATCI BOLCI KELGRI REMEI