all ashgabat

         my newest longpoem "Ashgabat":

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oannesburg

The Curve Paintings.

(by carla gannis via bruce sterling on ello)

The Visit, on vinyl.

"I had come to believe that a poet had something in common with the Japanese violin maker who worked for fifty years to create his delicate wooden instrument. When a buyer came into his store, fell in love with the instrument, and offered the violin maker more money than he had ever been offered, the violin maker smiled and said, 'This violin is for my great-grandchild; it can't be played for fifty years.' Perhaps the past had to settle for awhile before music could be made of it." --Peter Balakian, Black Dog of Fate (1997)

Resurrecting the Bouzingo.

" 'It bends my brain to know that, statistically speaking, it's harder to get a job at the Apple Store than it is to get into some Ivy League schools,' he says. 'Yet somehow they're staffed by some of the most inept people this side of mastering the ability to speak.' "

i can sell jugs

"There is only one directive: that the lost are found; that the thick leaves encasing the dead are parted and they are lifted into the arms of light." --Patti Smith, M Train (2016)

Youme.

senbazuru

(Uruk, via)

"Every so often i returned to my Bolaño poem, still languishing between 96 and 104 lines. It became something of a hobby, a deeply wrenching one that produced no finished result. How much easier if i had simply assembled small airplane models, applying minute decals and touches of enamel paint." --M Train

Hyposubjects.

gharbzadegi

(by matty17art)

If the oceans were ink.

oodoolay mine

(Labassa, via)

Pandemonium solo.

perusive alias

(Aleppo today, via newsweek dot com)

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

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