#a group of worms is called a clew!

[cassowary-rapture]

Jealous of Jane Prentiss. I want to be worms or command worms or just roam around with a horde of worms or whatever is going on there

[saiintvalentiine]

who wants to join my worm colony pause I just found out a group of worms can be called a clew who wants to join my clew

[worm-emotes]

just learned a group of worms is called a clew , this has been truly life changing information . my day has been made .

[thewittyphantom]

Ooh, Primo has dialogue with the 5Ds cast! Here’s what he says for Yusei and Jack. (A group of worms is actually called a clew, not a swarm XD)

Primo: Yusei Fudo! I will defeat you and take your Stardust Dragon! When Stardust Dragon is in my grasp, the Crimson Dragon can no longer interfere in our plans! Yusei: Wait! Hear me out, Primo! I...I’ve met Z-one. Primo: What!? How do you know about Z-one!? Yusei: Z-one said that he saw multiple futures - including the one you warned us about. But as long as I travel the path that I think is correct, I know I can save the world! Primo: I don’t know what he told you...Or what he expects you to do... But I don’t trust you - or the world - to do what’s right! Yusei: Primo! Primo: Humans have had millions of years to change! But you never did! Not even once! After I take your Stardust Dragon, you will perish along with this world, Yusei!

Jack: Primo! I’ll face you! Primo: Jack Atlas, you’re not the one I want to Duel. Where’s Yusei? Jack: You might have set your sights on Yusei, but he’s not your only opponent. Never forget that we’re all here to stop you! Primo: Ha! Is that supposed to scare me! A swarm of worms is still just a bunch of worms. You Signers may have your dragons, but Synchro Monsters are a joke for my Meklord Emperor! Jack: We’ll see about that. Yusei isn’t the only one who acquired a new power. Watch as my soul roars to life!

[vasilinaorlova]

ultima thule

speaking about hieroglyphic verse and ideographs, although they are under no obligation to make sense, it is great to encounter in them the euphony, the sonic bliss, transforming text into the polyphonic prose and restructuring the architectonics of the work. although the devices should not preclude us from getting the sense of what it is that is being said, like in the wonderful example from The Book of Forms by Lewis Putnam Turco:

“Synonymia is a paraphrase in parallel structures (“I love you; you are my beloved”); synthesis is consequence in parallel structures (“I love you; therefore, I am yours”); antithesis is the opposition of ideas (antinomy) expressed in parallel structures (“I love you, and I loathe you”); auxesis is the building up, in parallel structures, of a catalog or series that ultimately closes at the zenith (high point) of the set (the climax: “I love your eyes, hair, breasts; I love the way you walk and speak; I love you”). Epithomema is climactic summation at the conclusion of a sequence.” (Turco, 2012, 11) (emphases are the author’s, dotingly preserved, of course). I’d like to hear my streams read one day in their entirety (in which case everything that is written across one line should be pronounced simultaneously, maybe in one voice, maybe in different voices), but good declaimers are extremely rare. I once heard The Waste Land read in (I think it was The Waste Land but perhaps it was The Love Song) many voices; it was brutal. poetry cannot be read with theatrical intonations. I’ll leave the instructions to every possible turn of events concerning this text in the text itself. the universe rotates around the Earth in a fantastic flowery pattern.  university is anxiety materialized. collective paranoia.  so this emoticon had white gloves and whenever you signed out, it waved at you with its white little palm, a yellow round face flattened with a knowing smile.                           gloved gatekeeper                       ridiculous.           little vacuole of vacuum       Proust    Faust        autodidact      augur under the auspices of suspicious Zeus                                        I am fond of wearing corpses                                                                          corsets                                                                      who cares somersault: head over heels a soft leap of a spring–                                    zving!                                                                       the fish pomegranate                                                                       has wondrous caviar:                                         every bubble explodes on a biter’s teeth                             producing the most pleasant (albeit somewhat toooily)                      sensation ripe like a heavy mango:                               o, open palms and it falls. it has started a long travel of decay, acquired a black looong mark on its ready to burst side and I pity the mango, o, it is a lovely sight.                                    it springs                                       it sprouts                                         a bulbous root                                           cracks                                              it gleams                                     it has a beak                                     the ultratulip                                     ultima thule                                     mad mercurial glint endure the durée of silence, a Durer of vinegar and wine, vengeance and parlance                                               anagram                                        a maze:                                        the lion’s mane                                                                         suppose he is:                                                                         suppose she is:                                                memoir                                              grimoire                                           grimmer                                       primrose neoplatonic atheist.                                     collecting the group names of animals for years, he learned that zebras form a zeal, whereas worms a clew (a gluey word), wolves a pack in general but route in moving; weasles form a gang, and whales, a mod; vultures form venues but while circling, kettle; turkeys, rafter; toads, knot; tigers, ambush; termites, brood, but ants, army–although termits and ants are equally apt to form colonies and nests–bacteria put together a culture, and albatrosses, rookery; baboons, troop; badgers, cete; barracudas, battery; bats, cloud; bloodhounds, sute; camels, flock; cats, pounce or clatter, and sometimes nuisance, but as kittens, they form kindle and litter. cheetahs make coalition, whereas coyots, band; crabs organized cast; deer, leash; dolphins, pod; ducks, team or paddling; foxes, skulk; giraffes, tower; goats, tribe; hedgehogs, array; kangaroos, herd; nightingales, watch; pekingese, pomp; porkupines, prickle; jackrabbits, husk, but young rabbits are called nest; salmon, run; sharks, shiver or school; snails in groups are known to bring into existence the escargatoire; and swans, bevy. school of angels. flock of demons. the university mail after the winter break suggests horseback riding classes. a postcard! what is this? who sent it? reveal yourself, mysterious stranger. misanthropology. I think Nigel Thrift introduced “misanthropy” into anthropological discourse, but we’ll likely hear more on it. something visceral. Jesus Christ is crucified on the clock hands. poetry is disappointingly vague, quite unlike technical manuals. oh those were your epistles! late realizations. he invented a new material. neither rubber, nor plastic, but something in between. this material was pretty much good for no one knew what. one could produce something like paper out of it, that is to say, relatively thin, even pieces. he demonstrated a powerpoint image with a paper airplane. “all kinds of things can be made.” only it was not a paper airplane but a new-material airplane. it was all the laboratory could come out with. I suggested, a book could be eventually made out of it. “yes,” he replied, “but the issue here is, we do not know yet how toxic this new material is exactly.”                                                                                      language is sea                                                                                   elements                                                    sea but not of water                                                    of fire I think someone (Limonov, I think) lost his manuscript in prison and restored it. Nadezhda Mandelstam restored her husband’s (Osip Mandelstam’s) poems out of memory. I think it’d be swell if she did not recollect them in fact but simply wrote them herself. I do not believe it was questioned though for the distinctiveness of his style, also his poems were rhymed, which did make it possible to memorize them. it takes a much shrewder memory to store unrhymed poetry. we do memorize impressions, not words. not bits of information but something that moved us. lost manuscripts trope. libraries set on fire. I am a Herostratus at heart. I’d burn a lot. make letters perish. I wrote on the need of preserving archives, I cannot fathom why.    what a strange remark Tony Webster made when I visited him last time in his office! he said English words starting with a “z” were–what?–salty?                                                   salty?                             salty or yellow? I cannot now exactly remember. I only now am thinking about it.           I saw professor today, and he informed me that words starting with “z“ are marked, as well as the words starting with “x,” in English (mark is something that makes something un-normal), just as in Navajo words containing “m” are strange–“m” is not amongst sounds you normally encounter. I remember Nabokov (reclining in a chair, in a canvas suit, and glasses in heart-shaped frames, famous Lolita sunglasses (I believe)) claimed that letters have different colors, and of that same opinion his wife Véra was–perhaps it was something common in perception of some group of the time (but for whom? Russian kids growing up in the upper middle class and higher class families?); however of course they had different colors for different letters. well, I don’t know if letters have colors, with the exception of “A,” which (like Derrida frames it, is “the first letter, if the alphabet, and most of the speculations which have ventured into it, are to be believed.” (Derrida, Différance, Margins, 3)) is in the perception of many, red.                                                   Malevich: font, color, form. Reference Turco, Lewis Putnam. The Book of Forms: A Handbook of Poetics Including Old and Invented Forms. University Press of New England, 2012.

[vasilinaorlova]

collecting the group names of animals for years, he learned that zebras form a zeal, whereas worms a clew (a gluey word), wolves a pack in general but route in moving; weasles form a gang, and whales, a mod; vultures form venues but while circling, kettle; turkeys, rafter; toads, knot; tigers, ambush; termites, brood, but ants, army--although termits and ants are equally apt to form colonies and nests--bacteria put together a culture, and albatrosses, rookery; baboons, troop; badgers, cete; barracudas, battery; bats, cloud; bloodhounds, sute; camels, flock; cats, pounce or clatter, and sometimes nuisance, but as kittens, they form kindle and litter. cheetahs make coalition, whereas coyots, band; crabs organized cast; deer, leash; dolphins, pod; ducks, team or paddling; foxes, skulk; giraffes, tower; goats, tribe; hedgehogs, array; kangaroos, herd; nightingales, watch; pekingese, pomp; porkupines, prickle; jackrabbits, husk, but young rabbits are called nest; salmon, run; sharks, shiver or school; snails in groups are known to bring into existence the escargatoire; and swans, bevy.