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The Hunt for Vampire Sunshine.

"My son, the wind is rising,
carry your wounds. Carry your will."

—Maher al-Maqousi in You Must Live

"The bourgeoisie ascending on both sides of the Atlantic was a class made of ink and newsprint." (via @joriegraham.bsky.social)

      "the prize"

kneeling nabob
   nags the curb
bright labyrinth
   bristles with
still tornado
   cast in stone
hands held begging
   for scant hope

should stop there
   but stuttered
olive eelfare
   to the eye
routine unreels
   a rough lurch
words wintering
   in this walg

how many more
   to mutter
to the torn blue
   & the trek
lassos collect
   as sloops lured
by promised prize
   prog bomb-hush

Mamdani quoting Debs.