animal event (at the school of Taureos)

Tue, 19 May 2026 17:42:20 +0800

into the animal event
i have been dragged and well
indeed

every year the same, i guess, except
this time
its me

and like the bull, whos horn, whos unbroken
rage
your hand anointed

when they seize the bodied, lashed and harnessed
nerve by muscle to
the craters edge

as trampled roses bruised into the pass
will grind in
to mud by mountain makers hooves

in magenta-black menstrual blood
my terror
my appetite

//

Socrates: (in Charmides, cont.)

and well indeed into the wrestling-
school of Taureos (where bulls are offerings)

straight down from the temple
of the Queen (of whom nothing is known)

// 153α

καὶ δὴ καὶ εἰς τὴν Ταυρέου παλαίστραν
τὴν καταντικρὺ τοῦ τῆς Βασίλης ἱεροῦ εἰσῆλθον

news of orchids

Mon, 18 May 2026 18:25:11 +0800

Phaedrus:

isn’t it overgrowingly (huper-phuos)

(in) other things
and also by the names (honomasin)
joined (together) (eresthai)

// Phaedrus 234ξ

οὐχ ὑπερφυῶς

τά τε ἄλλα
καὶ τοῖς ὀνόμασιν εἰρῆσθαι

yesterday, in the kitchen, our friend whos out
from prison, was sharing gossip about a junior
being caught and being sent to aranjep
over kampung coffee and orchid media.

and no, they never tell me how it works.
the violet news arrives always from inside
the shackled parallel, the humbled inflorescence.
recirculating sources its own mystery.

war-salvaged rumors from the streets are white
like mouses ears that dream into my peers.
we build them nests from all our mixed-up hair.
the silver blacks the blonde. the ashen thatch.

the trees trail overgrowingly through tails
and tubers until, tangled up, the bearded roots.
to found us here. among inmates and outlaws
and songs, as clove tobacco blanketed our evening.

did you know, they blow the breath of dust
until a fungus makes the faerie home?
a thinking blink is how they move from there
to here, a mayfly mask, the wake to name a wink.

the jungle knows no law, leastly, my wooden sanity.
and when reports an owling bloom, my nervous cell —
i dont believe in walls, i saw you on the battlefield, and
i dont believe youre dead, how could you trust me.

so we have come to be present, by the previous
of evening, out of Potidea, from the army.
and as having arrived, through time, gladly
i go. and two-thirds of the words are backwards slang.

//

Socrates:

we have come to be present (hekomen)
by the previous of evening
out of Potidea from the army-ground (stratopedon)

and as having arrived through time
gladly
i go

upon the together-dwelling (sunethes)
rubbed-throughs (diatribas)

// Charmides 153α

ἥκομεν τῇ προτεραίᾳ ἑσπέρας ἐκ Ποτειδαίας ἀπὸ τοῦ στρατοπέδου

οἷον δὲ διὰ χρόνου ἀφιγμένος
ἁσμένως
ᾖα

ἐπὶ τὰς συνήθεις διατριβάς

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Charmides on the valley below

animal event (at the school of Taureos)

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