Thursday, November 21, 2024

( me / via )

"This impulse to cast the first stone is so strong that it is applied to a fictional regime in an unread book."

“On the way home we lost our way. My mother was worried.

‘We must get home,’ she said. ‘We do not want to meet the old Dark Frog.’

‘Who is that?’ I asked.

‘A terrible ghost,’ said my father. ‘He comes out at night and eats little frog children for supper.'” --@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

"I am with those who consider that thought, consciousness, and culture cannot lead to poetry unless they pass through the senses."

"Winter Blues

Apanthropy's grasp has me in its spell,
As cold kogarashi sweeps through the fell.
Langlugs dart, their frost-furled fur,
Lit by a skafer, while mist steals the air."

--@thedevilstuna.bsky.social via

Explorations in 1980s computer music.

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