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flown off
[zone / cosm]
leaving an absence
Finished reading: South of the Pumphouse by Les Claypool 📚
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pipes stacked
muddied
awaiting burial
bale of barbed wire
with leaves for barbs
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from The Red Hand Files by Nick Cave
If we do not attend to the work of projecting delight upon the world, what are we actually doing? If we do not look for joy, search for it, reach deep for it, what are we saying about the world? Are we saying that malevolence is the routine stuff of life, that oppression and corruption and degradation is the very matter of the world? That we greet each day with suspicion, bitterness and contempt? It seems to me that to make suffering the focus of our attention, to pay witness only to the malevolence of the world, is to be in service to the devil himself.
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Joy sings small, bright songs in the dark — these moments, so easily disregarded, so quickly dismissed, are the radiant points of light that pierce the gloom to give validation to the world.
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gubydal
in a cabinet
crumbs
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from Too Much and Not the Mood by Durga Chew-Bose
Still now, on those hot summer days when the sun lacquers Manhattan storefronts into something aureate and amber-rich, when the air is im-penetrable, blistered, and rank, and when brick tenements on Ludlow evoke whatever decade speaks to your nostalgia, my brother’s copy of Paul’s Boutique comes to mind.
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gray wind
goes and goes and goes and goes
through empty spots
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white shag rice
broccoli in the weave
beef feet
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hollowed ground
a closet full of steam
water runs
I wrote a weird sonnet and it got published in the And Now, A Sonnet newsletter.
Here’s the first line as a teaser:
Strange duck / Odd bird / Walk into a bar
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sticks in the wind
seed pods, squashed
cardinal
bright red
above oil black seeds
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concrete water tomb
Haiku Poetics via Strange Weather in Tokyo by Hiromi Kawakami 📚
Octopus flesh, faintly red, the roaring sea
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The roaring sea, octopus flesh, faintly red
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“It’s Basho," Sensei said.
You could say that the haiku we have written together is based on Basho’s haiku. It has an interesting broken meter. “The darkening sea, faintly white, a wild duck calls” doesn’t work, because this way “faintly white” carries over to both the sea and the duck’s call. When it comes at the end, it brings the whole haiku to life. Do you understand? See?
Finished reading: Strange Weather in Tokyo by Hiromi Kawakami 📚
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by Seihaku Irako, via: Strange Weather in Tokyo
In loneliness I have drifted this long way, alone.
My torn and shabby robe could not keep out the cold.
And tonight the sky was so clear
it made my heart ache all the more.
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graffiti / gears / ground / halted / blocked / still, life
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if you want
rights
incorporate yourself
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The Best Thing About A Poem by Max Lavergne
The best thing about a poem is that you can fit the whole thing into the body of an email without needing attachments. The best thing about a travelling salesman is that he can fit everything he needs into his little suitcase and go and go without ever stopping until he has sold everything in there 1000 times over, or even more, and even then he can still go on and on and on. The best thing about a jellyfish is that it wants practically nothing and gets practically nothing. It all works out.