#lipograms

[d6b-onion]

Chapter posted!

Check it out here! Somehow it wound up being 2.2k words long, but working on this was really fun! I hope all you wrigmisty enjoyers will like it!

And if you aren't aware, this is what's called a lipogram: everything in that work is written without using the letter E anywhere.

[heydocverdant]

about four days ago a group of pals I know did a thing and put compositions into play that did not contain a most common symbol in this way of talking. Fun fact: this is known as a lipogram.

[graywyvern]

( @theproperpeople / "girl sitting next to an abandoned car" via )

An ornate dining room inside an opulent ocean-themed palace.

"Evbellian, n. a person of a time of war" --@fantasticvocab

The Wastes.

    warrior · blur on moorlands · cardboard cutout     with a sharp anchor

Turbulent Psychedelic Sunrise.

"Discord stalked in a tattered robe, contented."

--Ruden's Vergil VIII.702

Ancient Altar of Sacrifice, in a Modern Shopping Mall.

[graywyvern]

( Colin Hinz on fb / martin henson via )

Skull Land.

"Crystal World, one after twenty-five years, face to occur as a purity of ourselves being a territory of life under attack" --@_geopoetics

The Watcher.

    old killing altar amidst mall shopfronts dark with     stains from past workings

God Whispers Thunder.

"snow a box of dolls snail gets home in the early dawn"

--@poem_exe

Fractal Demon.

[graywyvern]

( “raging capybara, black and white” via nightcafe / "moonlight greatsword" via )

Party in No Man's Land.

"Chimeras of the future In archaic daze, embalmed..."

--Riding

Scary Lady Walking Toward You.

  run into no-go paths · i thought would unfold to   a looking-back point

You Look Fine.

      "Now I cannot weep. I have climbed out o' the thunder, and most cold Upon the heights of everlasting snow Stand with cherubic knowledge."

--Sydney Dobell

Idiots.

[graywyvern]

( “alaska in winter” by mohammed mu via darius frasure on fb / "peace is every step, 8k beautiful maximalist" via [download the video to watch] )

"Celui qui suscitait l’effroi..."

"Be happy, since your destiny is finished. We are called on to one and then another."

--Ruden's Vergil, III.493-4

Shadows of Primordial Creation.

   split among hoard-spots what i would hold of my books    & my blurry mind

Zebra Metaland.

“The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles, and from that moment he is following the dark rapids of an underground river which may sometimes flow so near the surface that the laughing picnic parties are heard above.” --Cyril Connolly via @svenbirkerts

Heart of Darkness Boss Monster.

[graywyvern]

( newly-lit elm street in 1911, via joshua dodd in dallas filth / @Bnuuy_Bot )

Palindromist podcast.

"Absquatulation"

Your mission should you decide to accept it in the arctic night

to be a nameless sower of those delicate & most blue scattering the tundra

wherever you go will sing birds of no particular breed that live off the petals

and if you come across some similar scant trail under billowing auroral glories

look up and praise with undeterred purpose the vastness of this region

A simple exploding cube.

soft winds no sound a color still on this row & night's sad proof

within spiral walls a path that counts as forward

Invasion.

with the last poems of the first book i reach a stopping place the Kefahuchi Tract shining in the sky

myst'ry not to be plumbed by the twisted slippery years monkeyer of minds abstract artifact

From within a Colossal Expanse.

[graywyvern]

( “unsober oracle, h. r. giger” via nightcafe / via )

Christmas in Beirut.

"Nude Parking"

I used to envy the Mystics so much that i took their side. Till one day i saw a bird on the ground flailing its wings, struggling to rise, & all that talk & those trances i sought

turned to ash in my mouth.

I refuse.

"Hex CXXXVII"

By the wide ditch, we coveted home.

The hot-hatched cicada made audio woe.

Bade voice a couth theme by the cathodetube mob,

we debauched beauty with victim tact.

Black and white macro photo of an insect hive’s |trending national geographic.

"Ferch"

Elusive enigma of pansies scarlet-bronze, on this morning all blue & gray i remember you. Traffic's stalled in the tunnel but Aliyah stretches in our longing's void like dunes. I'm dressed too warm for a day stolen from spring. I guess the ice has claimed me with such ardor when i imagine scarlet-bronze there's a blackout the way words flee beneath the orchestral wing. O perfect eclipse, a pupil swelled to jada yet here, intol'rably here, !synapses short-circuit...    You are the place a fire has been, a combat; you are the snuffle-lurch of the questing wombat.

Natural organic tech cyberpunk future eletronic in the style of Ernst Haeckel.