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The Nacreous Oughts

31 December 2005

'Truly creative realism is eschatological realism. It takes the line not of reflecting the natural world, and not of adjustment to it, but of changing and transforming the world.' --Nicolas Berdyaev, The Beginning and the End (1941)


Human Artefakts.


A Brief History of Horizontality.

K. S.


29 December 2005

Spring Garden Music. (Long time no see!)

Pickin' On the White Stripes.
Never Say Dinosaur.


K. S.


26 December 2005

"...nightmares that I still receive to this day."

K. S.


24 December 2005

Game Over.


Ann the Word.


K. S.


23 December 2005

Starfish Science.


Fatema Mernissi.


One Piece at a Time.


Welcome to Nunavut.

K. S.


22 December 2005

"What is the logic behind a state that complains that its enemies spread false reports about the Ottoman legacy all over the globe while it prosecutes and imprisons one writer after another...?"


Strange Angel.


Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet.


"Few remember that there was no significant US homeless population before the 1980s, that Ronald Reagan's new society and economy created these swollen ranks of street people." --Rebecca Solnit, Hope in the Dark (2004)


Al-Andalus Revived.


K. S.


16 December 2005

Thoughts that no one else has had
are the only ones worth remembering.


K. S.


14 December 2005

Cento Double Terzanelle.


14 Villains.


K. S.


13 December 2005

Concordance Poems. What next?


K. S.


Quilting with Manhole Covers.


Anatomy of the Second Gilded Age.


Jargon worlds.


   "On Thought in Harness

My falcon to my wrist
Returns
From no high air.
I sent her toward the sun that burns
Above the mist;
But she has not been there.
Her talons are not cold; her beak
Is closed upon no wonder;
Her head stinks of its hood, her feathers reek
Of me, that quake at the thunder.

Degraded bird, I give you back your eyes forever, ascend now whither you are tossed;
Forsake this wrist, forsake this rhyme;
Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost,
But climb."

--Edna St Vincent Millay



Vizpo and Karaoke.


K. S.


06 December 2005

The Mother of All Trials.


Wrathful Dispersion Theory


K. S.


03 December 2005



 'Each of us has a name
 Given by God
 And given by our parents

 Each of us has a name
 Given by our stature and our smile
 And given by what we wear

 Each of us has a name
 Given by the mountains
 And given by our walls

 Each of us has a name
 Given by the stars
 And given by our neighbors

 Each of us has a name
 Given by his sins
 And given by our longing

 Each of us has a name
 Given by our enemies
 And given by our love

 Each of us has a name
 Given by our celebrations
 And given by our work

 Each of us has a name
 Given by the seasons
 And given by our blindness

 Each of us has a name
 Given by the sea
 And given by our death'

--Zelda (tr. Marsha Falk)



Diwan: A Wind.


K. S.


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