( via / me )

"oneiric battalions"

tulip trail continues
tattered more in threat
the ghost pizza piste
perne in deranged changes
up is down & deep
dithers on the mythbrink
raincheck for the ranch
corrosive dearth dosage

( via / via )

Slippage.

"How else can these forty-odd letters be arranged?

To be self-ordered and create the ghostly answer."

--@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

Sweaters In Movies – What They Mean And Why They Matter.

"Bullets

Gardens lapsed to adders, castoff rakes.
Shed sagging, parched of paint. Around this
backwoods house, traps accumulate.
Weeds rope the steps and the door's warped,
bolts leadened like arthritic joints.
Cold. Both air and floors. Rugs bunched
with ankle-level cords. Even corners, damp
and whipslick tiled. Bulbs snap to shrapnel
in halls, conscripting brooms and ladders;
steel rungs slung against gravity.
The voice mail trills point-blank; a cartridge
storing angst in garbled catalogues.
Isolation is a gun old hands load, then pull
by basement stairs, forgotten stoves."

--Emily Osborne

"The path to the divine lay through aesthetic innovation – even transgression." (via aldaily)

( via / via )

My new favorite mnemonic.

"Sonnets to Chango: III."

Nemesis, double-headed axe, vain cudgel
in mists, in gray fog falling, wine on the tombstone
freshly poured. Sanguinary Sabbath
in red & white, the festival of the jugular...
an older underground than kindly werewolves,
i carry it across rough ground, nor seiche
awaken; Chango, Father of Twins, wind's width
measured. And meanwhile, jesters parry dogma;
& we have built our castle out of yogurt.
The years with years' malaises stun & deafen,
& it's so hard to remain unerringly open.
weather's but a nemesis more stalwart.
A royal palm tree never was the culprit.
I gather pale blue berries off the juniper.

(2016)

Declinism.

"Friend just confirmed via text she's putting her cat down and Apple Intelligence just suggested I respond 'haha I feel you.' " --@bencollins.bsky.social

We identified the operator of an overtly racist X account, "GlomarResponder," as ICE Assistant Chief Counsel James Rodden.

( via / via )

This is just to say.

"One of the less frequently noticed luxuries of the postwar liberal order was the licence to be a fool." --James Marriott in The Times

I saw the aorist moment as it went.

flunked-out space CADET
textures of the wall ADORE
so Homer DOZES
no more pyramids ERECT

we are still to suffer TESTS

Skeletons Fighting over a Hanged Man.

( via / me )

"The land does not ask for loyalty, does not demand allegiance. It belongs only to those who honor it, who care for it, who kneel in the dirt with open hands rather than raised fists." (via Mefi)

"Raw, not solemn odes
are dew angels.

I’m raw as mirrored nets;
it is a party met on me.

Open one poem,
note my trap
as it is tender,
or rims a warm isle,
gnawed, erased on me,
lost on war."

--@merlinaacevedo.bsky.social

To Go to Lvov.

"If you can't stand up against genocide, why should I believe you can stand up for democracy?" --Ta-Nehisi Coates

"...and from the abyss emerge locusts."

( via / via )

Galilean.

Götterdämmerung played at double speed is slapstick.

The Empire Self-Destructs. (via @joriegraham.bsky.social)

"from the bough
we walk on the roof of hell
of the lark's song"

--@poemexe.com

Driveway dribbled.

( via / me )

"A surprising, poignant number of them were about people dreaming that it was forbidden to dream, then freaking out in the dream because they knew they were illegitimately dreaming."

"plasticware cantata"

pwn the piggy gleaners
   greppers of copper
apricate in corpseflower
sillage like a g'rage band
   shleppers of zippers

subfusc sky wilds scalding
   happens to stiffen
cars full of owl blurs
bluster vibing highbeams
   siphon the griffin

gulag's piggy gleaners

Haiku.

“ 'Yes,' said Frog. 'If a running try did not work, and a running and waving try did not work, and a running, waving, and jumping try did not work, I knew that a running, waving, jumping, and shouting try just had to work.' " --@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

Fourth wall smattering.

( via / still from Murnau's Faust )

Circadian Lament.

Poetry when you are young is strange & full of intimations; if you are lucky you write poetry of intimations. Poetry when you are old is full of reverberations. If you are lucky you write poetry of reverberations.

Ing.

"dad’s overcoat
in the charity shop
a fraction of the cost"

--@herbtate5.bsky.social

All taxonomies are stolen.

( via / me )

"We believe we have made an impact on the PoBiz and helped bring some much needed attention to the fraud, favor-trading, and corruption that have led to the marginalization and commodification of American poetry and the homogenization of its poets."

"voivode"

ravening void roodsteeple
arrive at lightningcatch
though i'd lief no knifework
a nard wafted softly

this caesar's blurb blazing
blunder on harsh wonder
ravening void roodsteeple
arrive at lightningcatch

"Cultivate...a deep sense of meaning that is not tied to institutions..."

"Word of the day, for the umpteenth time, is ‘apricate’, the sister of ‘apricity’. It means to bask in the warmth of the sun, especially on a chilly day." --@susiedent.com

Way to go, Mexico!

( via / me )

Farmhouse Cellar.

"Word of the day is ‘cumber-world’ (14th century): a person or thing that encumbers the planet." --@susiedent.com

"Where the scale of ruin so outpaces available modes of redress..."

"the snail
in warm socks
dancing in embers"

--@poemexe.com

⌘.

( via / via )

At least 7 plane crashes since Trump and Musk destroyed aviation safety in the United States.

ugly strong & stern · in the crowdstruggle
railroad crossing · morning's realm
judge-jittery · conjunction of rays
slow sliding away · aslant through the trees
blindpath pirouette · perne in gyre
tear up my tires · with taking dictation
thrall to thunder · scout of scantlings
   driver into sludge

"This group refused to be silenced." (via @minsong.bsky.social)

"cleaning the well
even then
rest break
moon at the gate"

--@poemexe.com

Good times, good times.

( via / me )

Prayer breakfast.

" 'The Almighty never had a daughter,' said her sister. 'He did not risk feminine insight.' " --@ivycomptonburnett.bsky.social

Albert King thread.

"hoarding freebies"

frayed maskstrap · stores ebbing
examining the kleenex
and your horse
naturally win · worsened
vista · kawaii
handiwork of the executioner

A page from Frida Kahlo’s diary.

( via/ me )

Ongmanibamai.

"statues break off at the ankles"

   normalcy
surmountable
   boulevards
unburdened by
   the slight gaze
of a slow fez

   sky brillig
abrupt furling
   of a lane
linear course
   normalcy
silo marplot

   boulevards
veiled by boiling

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper.

"You Americans will never appreciate how pissed we are at your country that Quebecois are flying Canadian flags." --@jekeep.bsky.social

"...it would take this new planet between 10,000 and 20,000 years to make just one full orbit around the sun."

( via / via )

"...most disappointing, when readers discovered it contained no werewolves."

"puppet
their lost mitten
no one replaces you"

--@poemexe.com

Toccata and Fugue in D Minor.

"Like clouds setting forth
from the foot-wearying hills
to wander the skies,
so people drift in a world
without fixed resting places."

--Ono no Shigekage in: Brocade by Night

五芒星 (Gobousei) + 焔 (Homura).

( via / via )

"...once you dissociate tactics and strategy–the famous distinction between tactics and strategy where strategy is teleological, transcendent, and representational and tactics is immanent and machinic–if you have no strategy, someone with a strategy will soon commandeer your tactics."

"uneasy evening
superfluous worries
yellow jackets
hovering in the dark
mud nest in the eaves"

--@evecastle.bsky.social

"If Trump has done us any favour, it is awakening us to the fact that we can no longer take Canada’s existence for granted, that the bad actors in the world have begun to look covetously upon our improbably vast land that is laden with riches, that they want those riches and that niceness as a national character is not enough to dissuade them from taking them." (via @joriegraham.bsky.social)

"Acceleration is demonic." --Cute Accelerationism

Skeleton panda sea squirt.

( via / via )

Immutable biological reality, detailed oil painting, egon schiele, frida kahlo.

"the claim that this is the worst of all possible worlds is self-vindicating. look at it. you cannot find the leibniz" --@rosenovick.com

Wildflowers & Wine.

"night of masks"

Damocletian claimcheck
clattering blurb-curbside
chug sweetener swagstyle
and swill glyphal pillage
in the death-swept dope wards
condign cliff of whiffles

Lower East Side latticework
leads in the thrang angstroms
i wander bright witness
unwinding new blindpaths
in the death-swept dope wards
condign cliff of whiffles

"What was Guattari to Deleuze if not the cute one of the two?"

( via / me )

Adventures with Google Maps.

"∴ tide-limbed way extends—
driftbone ladders, salt-spun glyphs
vault cresting shushes ∴

·
∴ bloodline ribbons
wolf-wrought howls pierce fog
fjord-song calls us forth ∴

·
∴ shell-thought sloughs, unshod
horizon sways, beckons-rogue
husk unmoors to roam ∴"

--@wordingway.bsky.social

There’s only so many ways to say: could you fascists fucking not.

“I would like to be remembered, well … the Mexicans have a phrase, ‘Feo fuerte y formal,'” Wayne once said. “Which means he was ugly, strong, and had dignity.” via via

About that measles outbreak.

( via / via )

Une composition de 4000 livres.

"Throughout the derelicted warrens at the heart of yassness, feral youth cultures get off on allowing themselves to be invested by artificialised desires that migrate them out into new spaces of networked inhuman affect." --Cute Accelerationism

Wellness farms.

there is still
a power in this world
besides the turnstile
there is still
a thing you cannot steal
a flower not a weed
there is still

a power in this world

"Our follower count is like the cosmic microwave background radiation, a faint relic of random past events."

( via / me )

Photographic recreation of Flemish-style portraits using contemporary models.

wet gravel
the smell of woodsmoke
wet gate creaks

"I will not allow you to assuage your guilt."

“Interesting. You Earth people glorify organized violence for 40 centuries.”
— Mr. Spock, Dagger of the Mind. (via @spockresists.bsky.social)

"(De Kooning, the most eroticized of the abstract expressionists, referred to himself as a 'slipping glimpser.')."

( via / via )

Going back in time to tell myself this image is going to end the human race.

"Former Republican operative Stuart Stevens had a different take. He posted: 'When I see the sexual orientation hate come out of the Republican party under the pretext of just being anti-Trans, I am very tempted to name the Republican operatives and elected officials who are closeted gays. It’s not a short list.' " --Heather Cox Richardson

A Dove Has Spread Her Wings and Asks for Peace.

"this life
dark rice
both handprints"

--@poemexe.com

The tech industry mania for internal LLMs and job cuts.

( Murnau's Faust @42m / via )

LGBTQIA+ Reanaissance.

"Lullaby Near the Railroad Tracks

Go back to sleep. The hour is small.
   A freight train between stations
Shook you out of sleep with all
   Its lonely ululations.

Through the stillness, while you slumber,
   They trundle down the track,
Lugging cattle, coal, and lumber,
   Crying, 'alack, alack.'

It’s cheap to pay the engineer:
   The moon’s a shiny dime.
Shut your eyes and you will hear
   The Doppler shift of time.

The hour is small. Resume your rest.
   Tomorrow will be kinder.
Here comes a freight train nosing west,
   Pulling the dawn behind her."

--A. E. Stallings via @maryanncorbett.bsky.social

Remembering that Kissinger poem.

"Well, she had to sort of tap them on the head with the blunt end of an axe, and cut their heads off--to bring her love to a rounded and satisfactory conclusion." --@harryskeeler.bsky.social

Snap Out of It.

( via / me )

"He visited Dachau and offered a few canned remarks about how inspired he was by the stories of the ‘unspeakable evil’ he witnessed… Then, when his trip to Europe concludes next week, he’ll return to the United States to continue overseeing the construction of internment camps to house migrants."

"The more you know how things work behind the scenes in any art form, the more difficult it is to take a given works stated intentions at face value." --@jacobwren.bsky.social

Makers' Marks.

reasonableness
like institutional green

what is it that some survive
if all do not survive

naming things anew
throwing up walls when the old walls cave

tracery of departed flavors
in the poisoned wine

"Snow theology was sacred to her."

( via / via )

Impact of a nuclear bomb on the Dallas area.

"Revisiting

Our bridge home mortars
the broken wrist of water
in air and earth--a prosthetic
gesture. From here, our road
seams like a frayed gravel skein,
and home is a wooden knot
the width of my closed fist.

Apologies we've shifted,
like sand held in an houred
hollow with a rust of patience;
but each visit we've overstepped.

In retrospect, the way back's unkept,
and though I parse my breath in tandem
(treading an Odyssean pace), this
re-run road needs a porch light's grace.

In gratitude for arriving, our
door loses its latitude, unhandled
as a bone ajar, severed
at a knuckle's beating

(these are words for welcome,
tokens, like a host retreating)

but in the bare ache of greeting,
our arms are unlike a simile,
when proximity brings careful parallels
to breaking points of possibility"

--Emily Osborne in Safety Razor

Chalchiuhtlicueyecatl.

"Reread a flawed but personal favorite time travel novel called Time on my Hands, and at one point the protagonist is trying to explain his world-- 1994--to someone in 1938 and it occurred to me that it might be more difficult to explain 2025 to someone in 1994." --@tomtomorrow.bsky.social

Erasure.

( via / via )

Hell is for Children.

"Ignorance, allied with power, is the most ferocious enemy justice can have."

— James Baldwin via @portfoliocarmel.bsky.social via @sardonicus.eu

Here Comes the Rain Again.

doge rid a dire god
ashclamor
elonaical

To the Lover Who Left Me Flowers in a Pepsi Bottle.

( via / via )

"I’ve gone through 69 actions & mapped out the pattern..."

ghostly
paper burning
sends these words to the sky
what use to have lived by reason
long years

This thread..!

“Be careful. When a democracy is sick, fascism comes to its bedside, but it is not to inquire about its health.”

--Albert Camus via @kradke.bsky.social

Elon looking for corruption.