Thursday, February 06, 2025

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"It is a funny sort of nihilism that believes in nothing except belief itself."

"attempting to describe the vibes of the moment. have yet to do better than: 'imagine watching a documentary reenacting the burning of the Library of Alexandria set to the soundtrack of "Yakety Sax" ' " --@olufemiotaiwo.bsky.social‬

Enaiposha. (Which i named Nachash [#24]. )

"A nerve awry | knocks him earthward,
stutter-muscled. | With stick urgent
he knock-tests floor, | newly fearful,
strained pain-walker, | stricken poplar.

Weight of winters | wears the shoulders,
age like skybolt | so early met,
wasting soul-home. | On woe-mat he sinks,
now oldmost in hall, | whatever his years.

Then grief withdraws | its grim banners.
Truce is offered. | Then trust revives
in grip shoe-sole’d, | in gracious peace
for troubled flesh. | Yet troops linger.

To be hale is a high | heart’s-bliss for mortals,
but miserly brief | and merely held."

--@thaliarchus.bsky.social

"These Nationalist Christians need a shorter name. How about: Nat-C's?"

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