Contentment

Or maybe just the headless CMS #cartoon

Webbed Insights

But is it ectogenous?
iFrame Hyperconcubement or Daliesque diamonds?
The artful dodger is complimentary.
(A happy camper. Put down sturdy pegs!)
Might well be headless too – never groundless or footless though.
See how the little dinosaur runs!

Worship at the system’s feet.
Worser and worser…daar sal wors van kom
No defeat allowed.
Time has no arrow here.

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Sphinxed

I have started a new sculpting as I muse upon some of the books I’ve read/listened to, am-reading. I enjoyed Pride and Prejudice (Austen) on Librivox, then started Emma – but the first bit made me fall asleep; I have sort of finished Behave (Sapolsky), but struggled to focus a bit as well. So did The Small Rain (L’Engle) fail me. Luckily, there is Dark State (Stross) to look forward to, and I have started Down Girl: The Logic of Misogyny (Kate Manne; “sexism is scientific (patriarchal ideology that justifies and rationalizes social order), misogyny moralistic (the system that polices and enforces its governing norms and expectations”), which is excellent thus far. To add to that, I’ve procured Women and Power (Beard) and also Inferior: How Science Got Women Wrong – and the New Research That’s Rewriting the Story (Saini). Also on Archive.org: The Good Earth (Buck), good.

Squat Pose

I have become disused to the feel of it:
the slick wetness and grit,
the messiness of clay.
I keep wanting to wash my hands;
‘have bent the soft wire frame,
stuck it into the pink polystyrene block,
tore paper strips and wrapped it, somewhat.
Is this the right order?
When will the process flow again?
This is physical finger digital
slow
-lest one be accused of precipitousness-
I have to stop a while;
wash my hands,
now with clay half-moons under the nails.
I wrap the damp cloth around the clay stump-
the severed limb of a golem.

From the sanskrit naravirala "man cat"
Based on a moth I saw in Caicos. I could not identify it, but think it might have been a Titan sphinx. Alas, I couldn’t find as useful an app as Merlin Bird ID, (which id’d my Ruddy Turnstone quite readily, even from a sketch) for moths. Influenced by what I’m reading…there’s the sphinx‘s puzzle.
I’ve bought a few new watercolour cubes, clay and some brushes and paper – always fun. The clay was frozen rock hard when it was delivered; I feared it might be for the worse, but its texture is fine and creamy, now that it’s defrosted.

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Touché Cliché

So, there’s a pussyhat in the V&A, but no wiki yet.

Sunday Mental Gym Poem: de-monstrate, not tell

I have been reading lists of clichés;
listening to talks about random violence-or-not at chuckycheezes
spoiler: it’s usually a domestic affair
Also:
weapons of mass destruction
points-of-no-return
small-step braveries
shooting of mentally ill patients in hospital beds
snatches of gravity’s rainbow
long re-reads of tortuous tales

It made the time on the treadmill go by slightly faster
even without time crystals

Touché cliché has a bonjour tristesse ring to it, no?
wickéd
like sweat through a lulu leotard

demon straight
demon’s traits
– I am trying to think of a monster-
in 1500 words

Cheesy.

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*Neuter Accusative of ‘Hic’

So, the snow has arrived. This called for sequestering of the body-in-denial under a comfy duvet; iPad and Netflix, hummus, blue corn chips, and a glass of wine. All thirteen episodes of Jessica Jones. That helped.

  
Also, I published ad hoc*, which is now available for download. Add some stars to the holiday season! 

Painterly Pleasures

(Inspired by Physics – Focus: Oil Droplets Form Surprising Structures)

Found this again today:

Quand vous serez bien Veille (Ronsard)

Quand vous serez bien vieille, au soir, à la chandelle,
Assise auprès du feu, dévidant et filant,
Direz, chantant mes vers, en vous émerveillant :
Ronsard me célébrait du temps que j’étais belle.

Lors, vous n’aurez servante oyant telle nouvelle,
Déjà sous le labeur à demi sommeillant,
Qui au bruit de mon nom ne s’aille réveillant,
Bénissant votre nom de louange immortelle.

Je serai sous la terre et fantôme sans os :
Par les ombres myrteux je prendrai mon repos :
Vous serez au foyer une vieille accroupie,

Regrettant mon amour et votre fier dédain.
Vivez, si m’en croyez, n’attendez à demain :
Cueillez dès aujourd’hui les roses de la vie.

— Sonnets pour Hélène, 1587 (via Bewildering Stories)

NaPoWriMo#10: Beastie Abecedarian

Beastie Abecedarian

(Friday Feline meets Friday Field Mouse)

A one-sided stand-off was occurring

between the window and the birdhouse;

cat whiskers slightly trembling,

deconstructing seeds: the field mouse

ever-twitching rodent fluff ball,

foraging for food with cheeky grin

good neighbours made by this glass wall

he outside and she within

inside the exasperation rose:

jiggling shivers ran across her fur,

kitten’s nostrils wide on her pink nose

lightly vibrating in a strangled purr

more twitching consumed the feline frame,

nose now pressed against the window pane

oh, let me out, that mouse is game!

perturbations, as she miaowed in vain

quite ignorant of her palpitations,

rather nonchalant he rises on his haunches;

stares with now-nascent suspicions

towards where an evil shadow launches:

ugly intentions from that thud emanate!

verily, he has a sudden epiphany:

why be sorry? he hightails for the garden gate,

excited though to be the subject of such scrutiny

yonder smart field mouse, for now, free,

zooms away, squeaking with rodentish glee.

(OK, I am out of time; H/T: today’s prompt)