Wednesday, October 30, 2024

Gerald Manly Hopkins Frozen to the Ice Cold Appalachian Ground

Spinning orbital outer spacework froze the ground outside last night and changed everything into sturdier stalks from "fresh firecoal,[walnut] falls, finches wings, fold, fallow and [frosty] plow, landscapes plotted and pieced, and all trades, their gear and tackle and trim," sleepier bees lethargic waspers, and nasalwake gusts into the inside my face concavaties, first thing, while countering with hot black coffee and long underwear.

Saturday, October 26, 2024

A Thousand Words

Deposited with unknown, horrible people in Montgomery, Alabama, and installed in a locked closet, seen here flanked by the arms of my captors; two men I did not know. And you have the nerve to question my rage. #Fuck-every-god-damned-one-of-you.

Oiseau - Fred Fortin