ㅁ The years fall down like drops of rain. And soon you're just a muddy road. You learn to overlook the pain. The years fall down like drops of rain. You write cliches, the words are plain, 'Cause life deserves an aimless ode. The years fall down like drops of rain. And soon you're just a muddy road.
– a triolet.
Here are some links I found interesting- without comment.
An illustration from the internet.
A quote.
“Perhaps the real issue is that we have become a culture that highly values transgressiveness qua transgressiveness. There are no actual boundaries to the particular sort of transgressiveness that is valued, though of course each subculture will value some types and condemn others. Overall the pattern is seemingly a random distribution of transgression: e.g. marxism, trans politics and queerness on the left, fascism, racism and anti-vax attitudes on the right – there is no logic behind either of these: they are simply the particular chosen transgressions of two major subgroups, and there are plenty of people who pick and choose their preferred transgressions from either side or from other, less common types. It’s essentially a “Chinese menu” of transgression, but there are popular combinations.” – me
ㅁ Fentwithe, he dysbawked, impormevisly dehonged, abrue maffended.
– a pseudo-haiku. This poem is nonsense, in the style of Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky. But to be clear, much of my internal monologue is like this.
Here are some links I found interesting- without comment.
An illustration from the internet.
A quote.
“‘Do no evil’ sounded so negative, so they dropped the ‘no’.”
#Poetry #Haiku #Senryu
ㅁ the alder leaves fade sometimes fail to turn yellow just fall down instead
– a pseudo-haiku.
Here are some links I found interesting- without comment.
An illustration from the internet.
A quote.
“My spouse: ‘Do you have a plan for clearing out the garage?’ / Me: ‘I have concepts of a plan.'” – internet joke
ㅁ Words pile up, all jumbled, accumulate. Their meanings collect in semiotic berms, to surround the world's events, but without intention, like rain, until at last a text is produced.
– a reverse nonnet.
Here are some links I found interesting- without comment.
An illustration from the internet.
A quote.
“with tornado brow, and eyes of red murder, and foam-glued lips, Ahab leaped after his prey” – Herman Melville, in Moby Dick
ㅁ the sky became large under the clouds' influence drunk on gold sunlight
– a pseudo-haiku.
Here are some links I found interesting- without comment.
An illustration from the internet.
A quote.
“If everybody contemplates the infinite instead of fixing the drains, many of us will die of cholera.” – John Rich
ㅁ Weak demons undertake subterfuges; without magic, they bend reality.
– a tetractys.
Here are some links I found interesting- without comment.
An illustration from the internet (this will only make sense if you’re familiar with a certain old tv and movie franchise).
A quote.
“Any sufficiently advanced incompetence is indistinguishable from malice.” – Mike Spooner
ㅁ The eagle has a plan: soar. Fly up, first, with wings' strength - a burst - before settling to a glide, no more.
– an englyn penfyr.
Here are some links I found interesting- without comment.
An illustration from the internet.
A quote.
“I hope this email finds you, and in the darkness binds you.” – the internet
ㅁ Sometimes I fail to write. The morning plays out, empty. There's no poetry.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Here are some links I found interesting- without comment.
An illustration from the internet.
A quote.
“The spirit is a bone.” – Hegel
ㅁ Slug. Westbound. Ambitious. Or just hungry. Slow.
– a “lanterne” cinquain.
Here are some links I found interesting- without comment.
An illustration from the internet.
A quote.
“If you look on wealth as a thing to be valued your imaginary poverty will cause you torment.” – Seneca
ㅁ I dreamed that she died. My mother became a ghost. She came to visit.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Here are some links I found interesting- without comment.
An illustration from the internet.
A quote.
“The American fascists are most easily recognised by their deliberate perversion of truth and fact. Their newspapers and propaganda carefully cultivate every fissure of disunity … They claim to be super-patriots, but they would destroy every liberty guaranteed by the Constitution. They demand free enterprise, but are the spokesmen for monopoly and vested interest. Their final objective toward which all their deceit is directed is to capture political power so that, using the power of the state and the power of the market simultaneously, they may keep the common man in eternal subjection.” – Vice President Henry A. Wallace, April 90,1944
ㅁ My mind is a parliament of selves. Angry debates rage on the floor, while the nation, rudderless, careens from rock to rock. The prime minister, having outsourced decisions, resigns. Closed.
– a nonnet.
Here are some links I found interesting- without comment.
An illustration from the internet.
A quote.
“Our nation is a nation of immigrants. More than any other country, our strength comes from our own immigrant heritage and our capacity to welcome those from other lands.” – Ronald Reagan
ㅁ We got many shirts here at our little gift store I spent hours folding
– a pseudo-haiku.
Here are some links I found interesting- without comment.
An illustration from the internet.
A quote.
“There is a rumour going around that I have found God. I think this is unlikely because I have enough difficulty finding my keys, and there is empirical evidence that they exist.” – Terry Pratchett
ㅁ Drop! The leak sent water to the bucket which I'd positioned to catch all the drops.
– a tetractys.
Here are some links I found interesting- without comment.
An illustration from the internet.
A quote.
“There are people for whom talk of consciousness is uninteresting. I wonder – maybe it is not so much uninteresting as it is incomprehensible? Which would be to say, that for those people consciousness is not a thing they actually experience.” – JL Jones
ㅁ I trimmed some branches that blocked my small trail: too easy, can't fail, so I walked along, cutting, while birds talked.
– an englyn penfyr.
Here are some links I found interesting- without comment.
An illustration from the internet: a moment in a programmer’s life.
A quote.
“If you were in a hypothetical situation, what would you do?” – JL Jones
ㅁ I think the silence isn't there. Instead, the world is random sound, but all inside, a constant blare. I think the silence isn't there. A buzzing rules the inner air, all meaning's lost, like sailors drowned. I think the silence isn't there. Instead, the world is random sound.
– a triolet.
I bought a run-down 1994 jeep last fall.
Here is a picture of the jeep in the rainy shopping center parking lot, looking toward the entrance to our gift shop.
I haven’t driven it much – I only intended it to be a reserve vehicle, and it also helped as a kind of reassurance to Arthur that I wasn’t “taking” his car away from him (which he nevertheless never drives). But, just these past two weeks, with our houseguest driving the “Blueberry” (Arthur’s 2011 Chevy Tahoe), I’m reduced to “slumming” in this back-up car.
Every time I drive this rattletrap, I am reminded of my father – who gravitates to broken down old rust-heap vehicles like a photon to a black hole.
I bought the car from coworker Jan’s husband, Richard. Jan calls the car the “Apocalypsemobile” – because of the Mad Max vibes it gives off with its plywood aftermarket accoutrements. In my own mind, I have always pronounced the name “jeep” in the Mexican way (with a j-as-h sound, as in San Jose, hence /hip/). This idiolectic pronunciation is homophonous with the English word “heap”, which in this jeep’s case, isn’t far from accurate. Thus, combining these two facts, the obvious name for this car is “Apocalypse Heap”.
And so it is.
Here are some links I found interesting- without comment.
An illustration from the internet.
A quote.
“Down the long lane of the history yet to be written, America knows that this world of ours, ever growing smaller, must avoid becoming a community of dreadful fear and hate, and be, instead, a proud confederation of mutual trust and respect.” – Dwight Eisenhower
ㅁ I awoke to the sound of the rain. Here in my treehouse, it is loud. Sometimes it sounds like voices: murmurations of ghosts, desultory sounds, gravity's words, the gods melt, climb down, cry.
– a nonnet.
Here are some links I found interesting- without comment.
An illustration from the internet.
A found poem.
“You take a look at bacon and some of these products and some people don’t eat bacon anymore and we are going to get the energy prices down when we get energy down you know this was caused by their horrible energy WIND! they want WIND! all over the place but when it doesn’t blow we have a little problem” – Donald Trump
