perfect

Melville, in a letter, called _Clarel: A Poem and Pilgrimage in the Holy Land_ (1876) a “metrical affair, a pilgramage or what not, of several thousand lines, eminently adapted for unpopularity . . . it may intimidate or allure.”

“Eminently adapted for unpopularity”: a phrase serviceable as creed.

2/2

A water-lily heaves herself from the flood, looks round, gleams, and is gone. We have seen the incarnation, the quick of the ever-swirling flood. We have seen the invisible.

-D. H. Lawrence

1/2

Life, the ever-present, knows no finality, no finished crystallization. The perfect rose is only a running flame, emerging and flowing off, and never in any sense at rest ... Herein lies its transcendent loveliness ... We look at the very white quick of nascent creation.

-D. H. Lawrence

train rolled through glyphosate fields, saw two jackdaws riding a donkey

I was 15 in 1967 living in Houston, Texas. I listened to this album over and over and over!

8 p.m. after rain, silver horned moon

try Palm-of-the-Hand Stories

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6 p.m. summer storm brewing

Ice
at the heart of summer.

The darkness
of devouring daylight.

Heat
like a raised stone.

(split in two)

-Pierre Chappuis
(tr. John Taylor)

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1777: Winter-like: yet many sorts of flowers blow daily. The house-snail begins to appear: the naked black-snail comes forth much sooner. Slugs, which are covered with slime, as whales are with blubber, are moving all the winter in mild weather.

horrific

😍!

those posters!

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‘the hare-in-the-moon watches all wane’

ah yes … his Heinrich Himmler signature

earthearthearth earthearthearth earthearthearth earthearthearth earthearthearth earthearthearth “any piece of counterpoint includes a silent part for the rhythmic movements of heart and lungs” (lilacs)

Ronald Johnson, feat. Lévi-Strauss

Sanctimoniousness is the last refuge of a scoundrel.

(after Samuel Johnson)

The moon tonight
Very simply this time
Minutest grain in the night’s beak
Over mirror grass

-Karin Lessing,
from “cavatina 1”

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1777: The golden-crested wren frequents the fir-trees, & probably builds in them.

my favorites of his are (in order):
Out of the Past
Stars in My Crown
Nightfall
Curse of the Demon
Berlin Express
I Walked with a Zombie
Cat People
Stranger on Horseback
Canyon Passage
Way of a Gaucho

it is wonderful!

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Rain color, dust
Glittering, granular, swept
by the wind
Iris, cloud-blue, gray

skies’

scallop, black
lamp

of whispering
leaves

-Karin Lessing

I really enjoyed the interview!🙏❤️