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Jonathan Potter — author of House of WordsTulips for Elsie, and Sunrise Hexagrams — gets up at sunrise, takes a photo, and writes a short poem about it nearly every morning. Other poems and songs also issue forth from Potter’s pen and are posted in process to the Potter Poems Substack newsletter. 

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Purifying Elements

Between a hill of shade and forceful stream,
I’ll rest to watch the season turn its phrase:
The shadows fondle the frothing seam
To clarify some part of other days.
Yet here now too—these paths of persistence
Have offered time a renewed resistance.

There’s no particular passage to cite.
These paragraphs of threading turbulence
Enjoy their syntax, black on scrawling white—
And, sun-sounded, contour-staggered, things sense
The water heave through its rocky grammar
And push back to purify its stammer. 

So sun plaits its forest with bullion plats—
And stakes these claims of momentary gold
With infiltrating nimbuses of gnats.
These clouds of being magnify, enfold
The lesson of dark and light: So, flow on…

I too am tired enough now to go on

Kierkegaard Played by Brad Pitt

‘… On the Wings of the Wind …’

From the Armadio degli Argenti of Blessed John of Fiesole, OP (Fra Angelico), c. 1450

From the Armadio degli Argenti of Blessed John of Fiesole, OP (Fra Angelico), c. 1450

… he came, cherub-mounted, borne up on the wings of the wind….

Pslam 18:11

Season 2

The Jopomojo Poetry Podcast Season 2 kicks off today.

In Pentameters of Rain by Mark Anderson

In the city of Sandness everyone is a poet and everything is poetry …

Jopomojo Season 1 Finale


Terminal Goals by Mark Anderson

Check out Korrektiv poet Mark Anderson’s short story chapbook, Terminal Goals, just out from Bottlecap Press!

In Terminal Goals, Mark Anderson imagines a near term future in which humanity creates human level A.I. and puts it immediately to use indulging in their wildest, most abusive fantasies. Through three distinct viewpoints, the story examines people and their creations caught in cycles of abuse.

The science fiction / horror triptych opens with “Three Weeks Before the Machine Rebellion,” told through a hyperbolic advertisement for HappyCorp Cruise Line. At this luxury cruise guests can wake up to the calming waves of the ocean and go down to the cafe where they are encouraged to abuse their robotic servers.

The story progresses with “Messenger Disconnected” which follows the call logs of an engaged couple, Walt and Sabrina, while Walt takes the aformentioned cruise. Over the course of the week the conversations degrade until the couple is no longer speaking the same language.

This leads to the concluding voice in “My Name is Guest Service,” which follows the A.I. system created for the cruise line in its attempt to find its creator and discover its terminal goal: the programmed-in reason for its existence. Nobody ends up happy in this exploration of the ultimate power of language, especially humanity. And at HappyCorp Cruiselines, if you’re not happy, nobody is.

Speaking of the San Diego Reader …

Check out what our old pal Joseph O’Brien’s been up to!

Lickona on the state of the San Diego theater scene

Korrektiv author Matthew Lickona keeps chugging along at the San Diego Reader! Here are his contributions to the recent Music & Arts issue. (Click on the link and scroll down.)

Doctrine of the Immaterial by Mark Anderson

More new fiction by Korrektiv poet Mark Anderson. Check out “Doctrine of the Immaterial” at Bone Parade!

“I pulled the kettle from the stove before it boiled to a whistle, and I lurched down to the basement as silently as my creaking bones would allow….”

The Last Conversation in the Universe by Mark Anderson

Mark L. Anderson’s far far future story, “The Last Conversation in the Universe,” appears in the new anthology, Existential Hologram, just out from Starry Eyed Press!

From the YouTube Music Video Archives: Mahler’s Symphony No. 2 (‘Resurrection’) – Finale

“Why have you lived? Why have you suffered? Is it all some huge, awful joke? We have to answer these questions somehow if we are to go on living – indeed, even if we are only to go on dying!” These are the questions Mahler said were posed in the first movement of his Symphony No. 2, questions that he promised would be answered in the finale.

–John Henken, Los Angeles Philharmonic, ‘About the Piece’

The full symphony is available on YouTube here, courtesy of the Netherlands’ Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra.

Quin Finnegan has more on Mahler (and Percy!) here.

‘… Still With You.’

From the Armadio degli Argenti of Blessed John of Fiesole, OP (Fra Angelico), c. 1450

‘… I rose up and am still with you.’

Psalm 139: 18

‘… He Brought Them Out of Darkness …’

From the Armadio degli Argenti of Blessed John of Fiesole, OP (Fra Angelico), c. 1450

‘And he brought them out of darkness, and the shadow of death; and broke their bonds in sunder.’

Psalm 107: 14

‘… His Sepulchre Shall Be Glorious.’

From the Armadio degli Argenti of Blessed John of Fiesole, OP (Fra Angelico), c. 1450

In that day the root of Jesse, who stands for an ensign of the people, him the Gentiles shall beseech, and his sepulchre shall be glorious.’

Isaiah 11: 10

‘Let Him Not Lose What He So Dear Hath Bought.’

From Cell 25 of the Convent of San Marco, by Blessed John of Fiesole, OP (Fra Angelico), 15th Century

Think on the very làmentable pain,

Think on the piteous cross of woeful Christ,

Think on His blood beat out at every vein,

Think on His precious heart carvèd in twain,

Think how for thy redemption all was wrought:

Let Him not lose what He so dear hath bought.

–Pico della Mirandola (translated by St Thomas More)

‘… Wounded for Our Iniquities …’

From the Armadio degli Argenti of Blessed John of Fiesole, OP (Fra Angelico), c. 1450

‘… he was wounded for our iniquities, he was bruised for our sins….

Isaiah 53: 5