we love icy noctiluca

some girls are bigger than other girls' smothers
you mustn't dream your eyes your violet cruelty
oh what nonsense as we jump
shut that up yes.there she lay like an oaf
with nothing to offer
Buddhism, she said, meaning hatred and cloud
all things are gravity, everything falling
into itself.
therefore this is nothing
obviously
we get the dreams we deserve
some girls are smalling than the imaginary eye of a camel-needle
done by a Dali
falling falling
downstairs like his sister off a bridge

now, really really
what you sighing?

.
/
,

If you don't do what you believe in, 
you end up believing in what you do
—Xavier Rubert de Ventos

For balance and measure, here is Wikipedia's etymology about the word 'hallow:'

Etymology[edit]

Further information: Weoh

The noun is from the Old English adjective hālig, nominalised as se hālga "the holy man". The Gothic word for "holy" is either hailags or weihaba, weihs. "To hold as holy" or "to become holy" is weihnan, "to make holy, to sanctify" is weihan. Holiness or sanctification is weihiþa. Old English, like Gothic, had a second term of similar meaning, wēoh "holy", with a substantive wīh or wīg, Old High Germanwīh or wīhi (Middle High German wîhe, Modern German Weihe). The Nordendorf fibula has wigiþonar, interpreted as wīgi-þonar "holy Donar" or "sacred to Donar". Old Norse vé is a type of shrine. Theweihs group is cognate to Latin victima, an animal dedicated to the gods and destined to be sacrificed.

In current usage[edit]

Hallow, as a noun, is a synonym of the word saint.^[3][4] In modern English usage, the noun "hallow" appears mostly in the compound Hallowtide, a liturgical season which includes the days of Halloweenand Hallowmas.^[5] Halloween (or Hallowe'en) is a shortened form of "All Hallow Even," meaning "All Hallows' Eve" or "All Saints' Eve."^[6] Hallowmas, the day after Halloween, is shortened from "Hallows'Mass," and is also known as "All Hallows' Day" or "All Saints' Day."^[7]

In legend[edit]

Some important and powerful objects in legends could be referred to as "hallows" because of their function and symbolism.^[8] The Tuatha de Danaan in Ireland possessed the Four Treasures of Ireland which could be interpreted as "hallows": the Spear of Lugh, Stone of Fal, the Sword of Light of Nuada, and The Dagda's Cauldron.

In the modern period, some neo-pagans believe that the four suits in the Rider-Waite Tarot cards deck (swords, wands, pentacles and cups), which are also a representation of the four classical elementsof air, fire, earth and water, are also hallows.

Coronation ceremonies for monarchs still invokes four ritual objects, now represented as the sceptre, sword, ampulla of oil, and crown. Similar objects also appear in Arthurian legends, where the Fisher King is the guardian of four "hallows" representing the four elements: a dish (earth), Arthur's sword Excalibur (air), the Holy Lance or spear, baton, or a magic wand (fire), and the Holy Grail (water).^[9]

Earlier Welsh tradition, as recorded in Trioedd Ynys Prydain, also refers to Thirteen Treasures of the Island of Britain. Symbolically, these could also be interpreted as "hallows", although they are not actually described as such in the medieval Welsh texts.

The Irish may or may not be impervious to psychoanalysis, but fuck all that I'm from Liverpool and as cooked down concentrated mythological psychoanalysed and wild as it gets.You just can't handle wild. Go find your own clover you small thing that is incapable of joy and expression. We are of the Hollow Hills and we will kill you with our love—Madeleine Shine. 2005.

The ideal mystery [story] was one you would read if the end was missing.
—Raymond Chandler.

Hello

Personally, I am inclined to believe that the derivation of the word 'hello' is linked to the word 'hallow,' and that the word is in fact a blessing. Here is Wikipedia's etymology, though some of it is transparently functional, superficial, and late:

According to the Oxford English Dictionary, hello is an alteration of hallo, hollo,^[5] which came from Old High German "halâ, holâ, emphatic imperative of halôn, holôn to fetch, used especially in hailing a ferryman."^[6] It also connects the development of hello to the influence of an earlier form, holla, whose origin is in the French holà (roughly, 'whoa there!', from French là 'there').^[7] As in addition to hello,halloo,^[8] hallo, hollo, hullo and (rarely) hillo also exist as variants or related words, the word can be spelt using any of all five vowels.^{[citation needed]}

Telephone

The use of hello as a telephone greeting has been credited to Thomas Edison; according to one source, he expressed his surprise with a misheard Hullo.^[9] Alexander Graham Bell initially used Ahoy (as used on ships) as a telephone greeting.^[10][11] However, in 1877, Edison wrote to T.B.A. David, the president of the Central District and Printing Telegraph Company of Pittsburgh:

Friend David, I do not think we shall need a call bell as Hello! can be heard 10 to 20 feet away.

What you think? Edison - P.S. first cost of sender & receiver to manufacture is only $7.00.^[12]

By 1889, central telephone exchange operators were known as 'hello-girls' due to the association between the greeting and the telephone.^[11]

Hullo

Hello may be derived from hullo, which the American Merriam-Webster dictionary describes as a "chiefly British variant of hello,"^[13] and which was originally used as an exclamation to call attention, an expression of surprise, or a greeting. Hullo is found in publications as early as 1803.^[14] The word hullo is still in use, with the meaning hello.^{[15][16][17][18][19]}

Hallo and hollo

Hello is alternatively thought to come from the word hallo (1840) via hollo (also holla, holloa, halloo, halloa).^[13] The definition of hollo is to shout or an exclamation originally shouted in a hunt when the quarry was spotted:^[13]

If I fly, Marcius,/Halloo me like a hare.

—Coriolanus (I.viii.7), William Shakespeare

Fowler's has it that "hallo" is first recorded "as a shout to call attention" in 1864.^[20] It is used by Samuel Taylor Coleridge's famous poem The Rime of the Ancient Mariner written in 1798:

And the good south wind still blew behind,
But no sweet bird did follow,
Nor any day for food or play
Came to the mariners' hollo!

Hallo is also German, Danish, Norwegian, Dutch and Afrikaans for Hello. It is used in the Dutch language as early as 1797 in a letter from Willem Bilderdijk to his sister in law as a remark of astonishment.^[21]

Webster's dictionary from 1913 traces the etymology of holloa to the Old English halow and suggests: "Perhaps from ah + lo; compare Anglo Saxon ealā."

According to the American Heritage Dictionary, hallo is a modification of the obsolete holla (stop!), perhaps from Old French hola (ho, ho! + la, there, from Latin illac, that way).^[22]

The Old English verb, hǽlan (1. wv/t1b 1 to heal, cure, save; greet, salute; gehǽl! Hosanna!), may be the ultimate origin of the word.^[23] Hǽlan is likely a cognate of German Heil (meaning complete for things and healthy for beings) and other similar words of Germanic origin. Bill Bryson asserts in his book Mother Tongue that "hello" comes from Old English hál béo þu ("Hale be thou", or "whole be thou", meaning a wish for good health) (see also "goodbye" which is a contraction of "God be with you".

fairies caught
in the headlights—
all engines stopped

exphrastix

All the men and women I have faced in that final moment ...
I have not prevented a single murder—Albert Pierrepoint
We were very much in love ... I wish I could have found it
in my heart to forgive him while he was alive—Ruth Ellis
A country road. A tree. Evening—Samuel Beckett

two hours from three am
i makes a picture of a fucked-up fairy
that no one will ever see
plays quiet sounds over

to settle its stages add sage
a smoke to quiet it
the silence in the stoppage
feeling more like it more important
scrunched it in plastic like a commodity

added money for the wishing well
smoked now smoked like a fish
banged it all into place

so Irish are we me and the fucked fairy
in the darkness so unbounded
by these and this our hollow hills
reel out at night in their blood

their thrashing
their white gasp

.

cinquain

Granddad
caught in the anti-air-raid lights
his ghost in the cellar
the dull guffaw
of nights

.

cinquain

the dawn
lit up her hair
as I watched her leaving
now every damn sunrise leaves me
grieving

.

nervous systems of aquatic animals

any way you dress it up
this recreational fishing
is a form of psychosis
to be marvelled at
in years beyond

.

when I was all a elephant says you

It's you, it's you. It's always been you
and it's always been in you—The Funloving Criminals

everything will break all systems
will corrupt and fly
pie it was known for its innards
in Liverpool of all, naked one
corrupt and vagabond
for yes it's you it's you
Jesus, you might say
my fly pie will die

the lonely. then he stuck
the french prussik below
the descender and nearly became
fly pie himself down there on the rusty rails
at Hodge Close imagine the sense
of nearly dying like that for

tomorrow for the cutting
and removal how wayward
of these secretions to fill holes
left by musculature detaching
one's elephantine belief in fishgods
or other for how is such imperfection

the work of the omnipotent
and benign?even toothache
says no or else malign.or eek
what a sick burden of humour

[but there are iambs and counterbids
the world holds
it holds for a while]

it's quite a thing looking back
but whatever we say of hardship
of the primitive
will be said of us soon

the fry writhe with life

and in such spaces we love

.

Wikipedia's etymology of jackdaws, just because I love crows.

The western jackdaw was one of the many species originally described by Carl Linnaeus in his 18th century work Systema Naturae.^[2] Owing to its supposed fondness for picking up coins, Linnaeus gave it the binomial name Corvus monedula, choosing the specific name mǒnēdŭla, which is derived from moneta, the Latin stem of the word "money".^[3][4] The genus Coloeus, from the Ancient Greek κολοιός (koloios) for jackdaw,^[5] was created byPeter Pallas in 1766, though most subsequent works have retained the two jackdaw species in Corvus.^[6]

The original Old English word cēo (pronounced with initial ch) gave modern English "chough"; Chaucer sometimes used this word to refer to the western jackdaw,^[7] as did Shakespeare in Hamlet although there has been debate about which species he was referring to.^[8] This onomatopoeicname, based on the western jackdaw's call, now refers to corvids of the genus Pyrrhocorax; the red-billed chough (Pyrrhocorax pyrrhocorax), formerly particularly common in Cornwall, became known initially as the "Cornish chough" and then just the "chough", the name transferring from one species to the other.^[9]

The common name jackdaw first appeared in the 16th century, and is thought to be a compound of the forename Jack, used in animal names to signify a small form (e.g. jack snipe), and the archaic native English word daw. Formerly, western jackdaws were simply called "daws".^[7] The metallic chyak call may be the origin of the jack part of the common name,^[10] but this is not supported by theOxford English Dictionary.^[11] Daw, first used for the bird in the 15th century, is held by the Oxford English Dictionary to be derived from the postulated Old English dawe, citing the cognates in Old High German tāha, Middle High German tāhe or tāchele, and modern German Dahle or Dohle, and dialectal Tach, Dähi, Däche and Dacha.

Names in English dialects are numerous. Scottish and north English dialects have included ka or kae since the 14th century. The Midlands form of this word was co or coo. Caddow is potentially a compound of ka and dow, a variant of daw. Other dialectal or obsolete names include caddesse, cawdaw, caddy, chauk, college-bird, jackerdaw, jacko, ka-wattie, chimney-sweep bird (from their nesting propensities), and sea-crow (from the frequency with which they are found on coasts). It was also frequently known quasi-nominally as Jack.^{[12][13][14][15]}

An archaic collective noun for a group of jackdaws is a "clattering".^[16] Another name for a flock is a "train".^[17]

I do believe
Wordsworth was only there
for the gingerbread

.

Click the following text:

Petition to pardon the estimated 49,000 men, who, like Alan Turing, were convicted of 'gross indecency' for same-sex relations in the UK under an inhuman and absurd law which was only finally repealed in 2003.

How heartbreakingly cool that the Pale Blue Dot picture was taken on a Valentine's Day.

The Pale Blue Dot.

many worlds theory

at your elbow the downtrodden
at your cough the desist
oh look another spark oh look
how we shift
there is here/there another
this is the astro=stronomy of cool
relationships at every other (cough)
a new snake slide up
into the outser
what miracules then what freaks
it appears
watch youself pirouettes on skeins
of cold and hot
children... oh lawks childs above and below
well who'da and what little spiracles
what true eyes what hid hud in the hair
like unto Huck down tha river
and the cannons thereafter
floating up bread for the undead beginnings
of the next crash all lights on
the crazy gin what just jumped

it your time
jump not in but on

this your new riverbank religion
believe real and hard

.

Most of this is lies now. All the better. Click that.

Jah ajar (almost [all most])

They will stay there
to and fro they will
a cut lip—JH Prynne


Prynne is Romantic
almost antic with Romantic

i get cardiac shadow

think of easy in the garden
it is sure Eliot and Wordsworth
just in that. it enough iterate

then look at that par a thigh
almost a condition spread
for someone i knew or know

had such a spread had to had
its parathyroid took in a hospit
shoulda see the scar but then see

he breaks up breaketh his

signal absolve inner static
or cardiac listen and glisten
he never or maybe got
the hit or miss governor
anyway I think he would
like that naked as he shines
in that abandon of the sheer

frantic love of these black
confusing machine-drops-through
the page listen now
the sun is big shafts almost
pyramids burnt into
the very the fabric of trees
striding home somehow
and every last treehoisted lofting a way
to the Wordsworth Grimms
for they are barely different
3000 or more years old app

not now that we know

& hear his to and fro
for he has too much of pride
ever to use the word 'parse'
and hail cannot happen in Winter
oh look if you don't believe
it's almost true
.

I love flarf
but flarf
for all its authentic voice
is always devoid of love

.

not enough, ever

my lost children
in the tunnels
reach out

it is that time
and then the other time
when it all whirs
and goes backwards

towards the other place
the further place

look now look
soft as the dead hands
that stroke
cool and slow
it comes

over everything
little dark dead angel
watch it happen

the happening
beyond everything
that you know
and your mouth

in the morning
when the door
almost cries

think yourself
like oxen through the dawn forest
then never think again

yes, yes

.

poem for Lif

the first purple crocuses
hence will burn in the wind
with language unabate

sick it up a little tiny

it is not April or lipreading

this is in anyway tribute
to one day
where the bad slick
was all but no not nearly
all or if so then the entire

history of everything

maybe now none of us
can make it
all of us jumping always
singing as we fall

all we got then
us falling heroes
ripping at ourselves
watching it zoom up
doors bang bang bang
as we go

I want the best thing ever for you

all my love for what could
all we got left
is everything

it's written now
we is what surviveth
through the window

other worlds everywhere
burst

.lilacs bred up from the cold
evil

crocuses
looking up like babies
stroking
clouds into the future

yes, just say yes
and fall into the sunlit place

we'll all be there
all of us

we all promise

.

a glimmer only that unvoiced fricative fetch and shade

think of hate as a compound noun
two words in one portmanteaud into sex
in the Germanic/Japanese as though
a martial art spirit wafted as burning money
fragments aflame along the alleys and cataracts
why anyway would they call it a stroke
and why so gentle so tender

as though some dark angel had reached down
stroked away the circuits but gently
through the skull something in the byways

the lanes the backs of beyond the wainscot
something frozen and haunted mid-afternoon
watching the smoke-ghosts of Shatin
the temple of twenty thousand million golden ghost

buddhas horseback for the racecourse
but look again stop and feel

as the money blows smokestacks for the dead
listen now listen there is nothing to hear
only the tiny shove just beyond the sensory
horizon for even sense has an event

horizon where we freeze and all is stop't
listen there to the dead money end of yourself
great golden one so in factitude great
that it takes twenty thousand million

facets to express the one nothing of the dead
the unstuck crusaders the templars hospitallers
undone unseamed from the navel
at the horns of hateen think there in your smoky ardour
of Burckhardt digdug his own ungrave in gravel

to Shendy and Orens they the trains a-blowing
what then? now nothing? so quick to end and so long
to fashion. think of Gorlice Tarnow. think
of the passion. think of biscuits
one might just as well. all for nothing now. all.

.

Anyway, listen to this