I like forms and forms like me

I am not surprised that I had never heard of Pylon before tonight. I am also not surprised that I love them. They are spiky and spare and apophatic—the musical equivalent of Ceci n'est pas une pipe, only headbangingly danceable. Their catchiest songs are anti-anthems. This after I spent much of today plying asakiyume with mythic folk. Maybe it's the same angle of my brain that really likes Pierrot Lunaire.

Leaves blown backward in a vanished book, untelling winter

I did not sleep last night. This is due to headache, not inspiration, and is therefore unwelcome.

This is what is welcome: erzebet's newest Synthesis 2, which contains the text of my poem "The Gambler." Go; marvel. Sometimes I only dream my words look like that.