Since moving an hour from Manhattan, from the sear of man-made fibers, our painted orchard is a reef
Fringed with foam; only its warm-up having taken long—Alias spoon-maker, or Loeffler, keen-sighted
Through a Gordian cipher of windows, dossiers of fraud, with guardian lions signifying fire
At Persepolis (330 B.C.E), where an upturned krater incited a conflagration to conceal its exhausted
Coffers—Just before the quarterly earnings reports of the WTC tenants sitting on talents greater
Than our measure of Alexander the Great—If not callousness for those torting downwind of the columns
With carbon nanotubules in their lungs, then the next day draping of their vicious flags; those solidarity never succeeds in apprehending, out of reach, in the fifth column—
To derive another Cold War term, Ground Zero, as if it were commensurable to the atomic bomb test sites, as featureless cruise routes punctuated by sodium cyanide shocks on the left behind reefs
Stocking the aquarium outside one of most highly lauded obstetric practices—DeepArcher’s temptations set aside more rest; at least, mindless broadcasts, all the greater
Than schlepping grounds from Starbucks for a rooftop garden, now pooling on the floor of the cab, for furthering a culture of concern—Barring, once and for all, hereditary short-sightedness,
For the lack of sunlight—Olympias receives a vision from the cult center of Thoth, Hermopolis, from Nectanebo II, whose postponement of the black siltstone obelisks brought the Archaemenid Empire, firing
Past the urban centers of Syria, to his door, or until the 332 B.C.E. homecoming of the snake conceived by the consort of Philip of Macedon October 355 B.C.E., to be born that July, which insinuates up the medial malleolus as uterine contractions—Exhausting
An overhead view of the Piraeus diner’s drop ceiling tiles in green ocher and terracotta mold leaves an opening for Clokey productions red and green checkered floor filleting clay, where walking is as gravity impervious and otherwise exhausting
As carpentry joins, with oblique slabs of Gumby and Pokey trailing the silver, vernix-on-soapstone of the Moon Boggles (1967) as the twins—By the Pre-conquest Itzamná (D) and Ixchel (O), the lizard king and red-prefixed jaguar consort, who discharges columnar
Epithelia reinforcing treacherously odorous glands of panic—Belying an even more lurid basement membrane of unicode into a body of water, whose coasts would advise the further disconnected mainland for firing,
Where the immigrants end—Henry Hudson’s hull (1609) before it became a Coney Island attraction, and the Half Moon Hotel—What of the 330 million Vedic gods, but human life conferring a preference for fragments against our working ends of the reef
Knot against an ever-present disassembly into grief knot, what knot, whatnot, grass or reeving-line bends—Deflecting all the greater
Carbon-fiber shafts of arrows we refuse in an otherwise liberal procurement of learning utensils that the forthcoming bottom line for preparations is a SAT score of 2400—Self-betrayal, of not clouding their sights
Of the unchanging world, and suppressing rebellion from first outbursts in the grocery aisles—Sighting
Jean Lindenmann’s write-up in the Times (22 January 2015); more rapidly than is recovered from prior interest pyramids—Interferons having revived some aroma on the back of the cortical-rimed eye of Horus fused with a sillage of lion and unicorn mille-fleurs and lunes unshredded through this building’s exhaust
Fans—Post-awareness of a minor, well-meaning clash at breakfast; of no appetite, as a passing blip of olfaction by interferon-gamma receptor regulation (2013)—Streaming noses, from rhinosinusitis, affecting nearly all in play group, register far greater
Than initial symptoms realize, and amounting to sigilization of a scarlet thread of our inner selves—With hereto inconceivable links to the Book of Thoth stowed allegedly in Alexander's sarcophagus (323 B.C.E); perhaps now recoverable, regardless of the column
Length semantics—Having returned to the 2005 glimpses of Santiago, which meant for us then as the U.S. organized air strikes on La Moneda (11 September 1973), with the blood arriving in the shadow of neural firing—
Outstanding, however dormant, The Alchemist (1988), at the passage of vagrant stars into a grove of date palms pitched from the beloved's well six disks of perfection disallowed until the trip was made beyond the seventh water wheel of Crocodilopolis, then Arsinoe, Medinet El-Fayoum following the reef
Of tributaries of the Nile to up Old Cairo, Babylon (300 C.E.)—Threonine, with two stereocenters, amplifies the activity of whatever enzymatic reef
Black sails from tightening just one line—Flaneurs of the tapestries at Cluny, the same hierophany of the date pits of Tamar, whose palms form the upper layer of oases stilled into a charcoal surface soldering two new moons outlined in silver exhausting
All bounds of the eternal night—We observed they gathered the scent of things with their entire faces—With strike-anywhere matches within sight
Of the Three of Cups (Abundance), of January blooming Hamamelis florets and bent branches for dowsing, and recollected that July before firing
Back into consciousness—The first among anti-diversion patents, of the successor to interferon, by the Republic of Gilead’s hepatitis C cure pending disgorged penitentiaries; to the strata (let it not be said of the human), strangulated by worse scarring than left by gunfire—Greater
Malte, writing as the poet reading Baudelaire in Frederiksberg, described the tapestries at Cluny to the sightless, gespenstisch, whose spectral weave we reissue to each other, The Journal of My Other Self (1910)
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Sighted on this Sunday's walk.
Cyclopean, or Myceanean pavement.
An account of 2 August 216 BCE is at my bedside:
https://books.google.com/books?id=9dL-ub3miccC&printsec=frontcover&dq=The+Ghosts+of+Cannae&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwi94_Hh6v3eAhURHzQIHax-DZ8Q6AEIJjAA#v=onepage&q=The%20Ghosts%20of%20Cannae&f=false
Biological syncytia of various types.
Thank you, for reminding me.
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/1966/07/09/granite-and-steel
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I loathe the theatrical chorus, but I like the swan, the anthuriums, and the Astor Place Cube that beckons one to place one's head in it. You sport opaque tights better. I remember catching my breath over a few.
https://ny.curbed.com/2017/8/31/16234320/st-vincent-new-york-video-astor-place-cube
"Will accounts karmic and secular be brought into balance?"
https://siberiantimes.com/science/casestudy/news/tragic-truth-about-two-frozen-55000-year-old-cave-lion-cubs-is-revealed-by-scientists/
Yes, Pynchon's quandaries with the post office among other things is appropriate now.
"A night whose length can't be selected as a preference. A midwatch whose purpose is to turn whoever's out in it into a blind dowser of the unknown, all but lost in the empty quarter. Never focus on anything that can be seen" (Pynchon, 404).
"4. Apart from her husband, she has no deep experience of men. But over the years she has given ear to numerous confessions and confidences from women friends. She has also with a cool eye observed how the men of her class behave. She has emerged from her explorations with no great respect for men and their appetites, no wish to have a wave of male passion splash over her.
She has never been a great traveller. Her husband finds her incurious. He is wrong. She is curious, deeply curious. But not about the wider world, and not about sex. What then is she curious about? About her herself. About why, the thought of driving to Girona for the day tickles her fancy, makes her smile ( 31-2)."
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https://staff.ncsy.org/education/material/XkY7U2M0NI/nathan-strauss-netanya-and-the-titanic/
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