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Psalm 23.

"goatspider parachute"

brilligdawdle · bread line
for braised steel unreeling
the clown tripfest claps fins
clankingly wet hanky
brilligdawdle
or noosed festination
anent rain of chainsaws
agog as brig gimbals
gilded brilligdawdle

"Art severs the artist from the mundane, but sticks around, like a severed ear in the grass, as its own uncanny aperture."

“…. it was impossible any longer to discuss what was happening to us in contemporary terms…. We were all going slightly crazy trying to be honest and trying to see straight and trying to be safe. Sometimes there are conflicts in these three urges.” Arthur Miller on why he wrote The Crucible (1953) via @gillywhite8.bsky.social

Big Wednesday.