jmc

There ought to be a law against Henry.

 

 

 

Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,

 

 

 

But turning back -- 'twas slow --

 

 

 

there is blooming but to eat enough
is not

 

 

 

Snatch them when young let a windblown seed.

 

 

 

that when I wak'd
I cried to dream again.

 

 

 

Et, ô ces voix d'enfants chantant dans la coupole!

 

 

 

touch (now) with a suddenly unsaid
gesture lightly my eyes?

 

 

 

Brother Paul! the moon!

 

 

 

hélas! que bien seul je m'offrais
Pour triomphe la faute idéal de roses.

 

 

 

But you my father's catalpa tree

 

 

 

So, whatcha doin, Christ, loungin
in Nova Scotia, with seaweed at your feet,
and April rain, rain, rain, in your eyes?

 

 

 

if I could but cross the sound.

 

 

 

Pitch like King Billy bomb-balls in
Until the town lie beaten flat.

 

 

 

Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

 

 

 

ða middangeard moncynnes Weard
ece Drihten æfter teode

 

 

 

Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,

 

 

 

Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings,
saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.

 

 

 

So priketh hem Nature in hir corages --

 

 

 

What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

 

 

 

As it were the company of two armies.

 

 

 

dein goldenes Haar Marguerite
dein aschenes Haar Shulamith

 

 

 

--Mr Bones: there is.

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ANOTHER RIDER
HE WAS A TALKER
TALKIN BOUT TV
PLEASE SHUT UP

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things I like:

1. Tea and sheaves of paper.
2. A mug with good heft.

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projects:

1. A marriage of code and theory.  Wish me luck.
2. My first book of poetry.  A history.
3. Making English crit viable again.  This is a slow process.

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chancel, 15 Oct.:

good lord, 8:28 server time? dont you ever sleep? I HAD TO SLEEP AND IT WAS NO FUN!

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--'TWAS nothing,--I did not lose two drops of blood by it--'twas not worth calling in a surgeon, had he lived next door to us--thousands suffer by choice, what I did by accident.

 

john@pirateship.org  |  john.pirateship.org

 

"Can't you recognize bullshit? Don't you think it would be a useful item to add to your intellectual toolkits to be capable of saying, when a ton of wet steaming bullshit lands on your head, 'My goodness, this appears to be bullshit'?"

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listen:

dylan.  murdoch, david.  brock.  merritt.  bloch.  harvey.  molina.  waits.

you can hear it.

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(Neque porro
quisquam est, qui do)lorem
ipsum (quia) dolor
sit amet, consectetur,
adipisci velit

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bookmarks:

doing:

Endgames in Chess
How to Make an Enigma
How to Play any Guitar Chord

english & &c:

The Value of Money in British Literature
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Turn Off My TV
Luciferously
We don't write poetry because it's cute
Victorian Novel Disease

humor:

Alexander the Great and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good Very Bad Day
The Bear FAQ
Carolyn Eve Green
Good Pirate/Bad Pirate

language:

How to pronounce a French "R"
How to say "I can eat glass, it does not hurt me"

misc:

Christmas is terrible
I Am an African
The United States flag at half-staff

story:

American Mythology
early, before our hands knew what to do
Fables from the Book of Yelps and Growls
I may dream in technicolor, but I trip the fuck out in old-school black and white
The Gashleycrumb Tinies
"When you replay this over and over in your head, please remember that this was all YOUR fault"