The Siren
Oliver Herford (2 December 1860 – 5 July 1935)

Tell me,
The Siren may be said to be
The Chorus-Lady of the Sea;
Tho’ Mermaids claim her as their kin,
Instead of fishy tail and fin
Two shapely feet rejoice the view
(With all that appertains thereto).
When to these other charms we add
A voice that drives the hearer mad,
Who will dispute her claim to be
The Chorus-Lady of the Sea?

Lunar Baedeker
Mina Loy (27 December 1882 – 25 September 1966)

A silver Lucifer
cocaine in cornucopia

To some somnambulists
of adolescent thighs
in satirical draperies

Peris in livery
for posthumous parvenues

Delirious Avenues
with the chandelier souls
of infusoria
from Pharoah’s tombstones

to mercurial doomsdays
Odious oasis
in furrowed phosphorous—

the eye-white sky-light
white-light district
of lunar lusts

—Stellectric signs
“Wing shows on Starway”
“Zodiac carrousel”

of ecstatic dust
and ashes whirl
from hallucinatory citadels
of shattered glass
into evacuate craters

A flock of dreams
browse on Necropolis

From the shores
of oval oceans
in the oxidized Orient

Onyx-eyed Odalisques
and ornithologists
the flight
of Eros obsolete

And “Immortality”
in the museums of the moon

“Nocturnal cyclops”
“Crystal concubine”
Pocked with personification
the fossil virgin of the skies
waxes and wanes—-

10 thoughts on “March-18

  1. Museums of Glass Cornucopia

    Mermaids, cyclops, ornithologists of the sea, these posthumous somnambulists, whirl and rejoice. The oval carrousel waxes and wanes. Shattered, hallucinatory crusaders flock to observe the lunar oasis—silver charms and sirens, pocked tombstones, a chorus of chandeliers. Immortality dreams obsolete. Lust oxidises the fossilised ashes to craters of moon oceans. Nocturnal, the ecstatic virgin, a delirious concubine, serves crystal cocaine from phosphorous thighs. Cyclones of Lucifer dust the skies.


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  2. the ornithologists dream

    in their museum livery, the ornithologists browse and observe,
    browse and observe to prepare their show:

    ’silverwing fossil with shattered glass eye’
    ’oxidised flock of pocked moon-tails’
    ’ashes of nocturnal waxwing’

    posthumous claim obsolete dispute

    voice chorus voice chorus

    lead skylight

    wax draperies




    in their dream, a somnambulist mermaid,
    chandelier-lit, with fishy charms,
    serves white avenues of crystal-dust cocaine

    ’ornithologist kin, observe, tell me the show’

    white-eyed and delirious, the ornithologists add other signs:

    ‘ecstatic flight in stellectric zodiac dream-skies’
    ‘starlit cornucopia of mercurial ocean sea-tails’
    ‘hallucinatory infusoria of lunar-light flockwhirl’

    their show
    their show will be a dream carousel, a cyclone,
    ashes will be starlight, fossils will be mermaids

    rejoice, rejoice,
    we, a charm of ornitholigists
    on the silver-lit starway to immortality

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  3. oops, sean, can you delete this and I’ll repost it – I left it full of commas – that’s what i do in the middle of the night, scatter them round like confetti – then i take them out … except one 🙂


  4. Eros Wanes

    Eye-white cocaine for Lady Lucifer
    The crystal dust
    Drives lusts
    Serves pocked thighs
    Fossil avenues
    To crusaders
    Her craters
    Tell of obsolete charms
    A siren and shattered dreams

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  5. ‘Whirl, siren, whirl’

    some of her dreams browse from the shore
    crusaders, museums may be said to be
    observe nocturnal skies

    tell me–

    of a delirious oasis
    the personification of doomsday adventures

    district lights
    crystal craters

    a carrousel of charms
    that drives her mad

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  6. Along Ecstatic Avenues

    Two mermaids, onyx-eyed Odalisques, claim the seas of shattered glass while a flock of ornithologists observe the phosphorus craters of the eye-white sky. Somnambulists join the Siren on the Starway. Eros and Lethe browse the museum of the moon.

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  7. Onyx-eyed Somnambulists

    From the skies of cornucopia,
    nocturnal dust lit silver,
    drives onyx-eyed somnambulists
    to crystal avenues — said to be
    the craters of chandeliers
    draped in oxidized dreams
    from the museums of shattered glass.

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