El Duende
On both sides of the aisle…

We’ve got a ton of know-it-alls.

21 year olds running their mouths with freshman year leftist views like they know everything.

41 year old running their mouths with freshman year conservative views like they know everything.

A silver Lucifer
serves
cocaine in cornucopia

To some somnambulists
of adolescent thighs
draped
in satirical draperies

Peris in livery
prepare
Lethe
for posthumous parvenues

Delirious Avenues
lit
with the chandelier souls
of infusoria
from Pharoah’s tombstones

lead
to mercurial doomsdays
Odious oasis
in furrowed phosphorous—-

the eye-white sky-light
white-light district
of lunar lusts

—-Stellectric signs
“Wing shows on Starway”
“Zodiac carrousel”

Cyclones
of ecstatic dust
and ashes whirl
crusaders
from hallucinatory citadels
of shattered glass
into evacuate craters

A flock of dreams
browse on Necropolis

From the shores
of oval oceans
in the oxidized Orient

Onyx-eyed Odalisques
and ornithologists
observe
the flight
of Eros obsolete

And “Immortality”
mildews…
in the museums of the moon

“Nocturnal cyclops”
“Crystal concubine”
———-
Pocked with personification
the fossil virgin of the skies
waxes and wanes——

Lunar Baedeker by Mina Loy (via twiggyla)

chroniclesofaskull:

We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;

How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,

Streaking the darkness radiantly!—yet soon

Night closes round, and they are lost for ever:



Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings

Give various response to each varying blast,

To whose…

chroniclesofaskull:

The flower that smiles to-day

To-morrow dies;

All that we wish to stay

Tempts and then flies.

What is this world’s delight?

Lightning that mocks the night,

Brief even as bright.



Virtue, how frail it is!

Friendship how rare!

Love, how it sells poor bliss

For proud despair!

But…

fonsecadelsur:

Black Swan is a radically feminine re-adaptation of Fight Club.