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Bye Sly. (via @harryskeeler.bsky.social)

"She sat down in a chair across from me and asked, 'Do you like Hemingway?'

She looked me in the eyes for the first time. I drank some of my tepid tap water. I knew the question was important. But I did not know anything about Pat or her life history. I did not know her tastes, or her relationship with other twentieth-century North American writers. I did not even know she had lived in New York and Paris. I had read only that one book by her, just before on the train. I set my glass on the table, knowing I was running out of time, like in a game show, and I decided it was a heads-or-tails choice. I could not guess the right answer, I reasoned, so I might as well tell the truth. 'No,' I answered, as if putting my last chip down on the roulette table.

'I HATE Hemingway!' she screamed.

She stood up and walked to the door to show me out. Is that the entire interview? I wondered, following her."

--Elena Gosalvez Blanco via @adamroberts.bsky.social

Stilbfester Matchstick Murmuration.

"pink Spitfire"

Black Swanwatch · Waymo smoulder
   pale cerulean drive
I am the Eggman · I am the Eggman
   I am the Walrus

step gets steeper · stereo lawfare
   take away the words
in these shadows · shaped by driftglass
   I am the Walrus

denounce each next · annihilation
   laughing stock of the globe
my brake lights reflected · shiny white fender
   I am the Walrus

sing a new song · said the Entity

They say they'll come to your house.