(via / me )

RIP FOIA.

"a world of trials
no one will follow me
in mist"

--@poemexe.com

Krasnov.

Legalize comedy.

( via / via )

Track your changes.

"my dreams, my works, must wait till after hell

I hold my honey and I store my bread
In little jars and cabinets of my will.
I label clearly, and each latch and lid
I bid, Be firm till I return from hell.
I am very hungry. I am incomplete.
And none can tell when I may dine again.
No man can give me any word but Wait,
The puny light. I keep eyes pointed in;
Hoping that, when the devil days of my hurt
Drag out to their last dregs and I resume
On such legs as are left me, in such heart
As I can manage, remember to go home,
My taste will not have turned insensitive
To honey and bread old purity could love."

--Gwendolyn Brooks via via @maryanncorbett.bsky.social

Inyenzi.

"Hey man is everything OK? I noticed your falcon doesn't seem to be able to hear you" --@johnattridge.bsky.social

Getting The Ax.

( via / me )

The hunger for poetry grows.

"INTERSTELLAR WILD (Anagrams)

We speak of the interstellar wild
like we aren’t part of it. She dwells
in we who still sparkle—a fettered,
skeletal star. We flow in her tepid
earth, like weeds, patterns of will
personified. We talk, shatter well—
written like Death’s pale flowers."

--@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

Awful day today.

"Flashes"

1. The universe doesn't ask us if we believe in cause & effect. it just kills us if we don't.

2. Nothing is more thin-skinned than a rapist.

3. The surveillance society promises freedom from crime, & ends by criminalizing freedom.

4. It's not the pronouns that are unstable, it's the first person.

5. Heroes are worse since they started dressing the part.

6. I will settle for nothing less than postage-stamp status, & i'm not even the best of the unknown poets.

7. Perhaps it was a mistake to make one of the prizes of winning the game the power to change the rules of the game. (A simple trophy might have sufficed.) But then again maybe there are things too important to be left to the playing of a game.

Sdubid. (via)

( me / via )

Misirlou.

decor bushel buried
& the bird nods podgy
sericon-rued riddle
unravels quite sprightly

& storms catch us stitchless
stereo blabbed crabwise
i pry apart curtains
peering darkly fearful

a thousand years of this phase
decor bushel buried

"What do art and aesthetics look like within the frame of collapse?

"Cars have horns because antlers would fall off" --@xinicit.bsky.social via @sixfeetofcandy.bsky.social

"Loving, believing is, for Agamben, 'rather, like remaining faithful to the emotion that one felt as a child looking up at the starry sky'."

( via / via )

"He was living in what was supposed to be a storage facility — a totally uninsulated room made of corrugated metal, with a concrete floor. I gave him a beautiful rug, which his dog destroyed immediately."

"Fictional villains: my motivation involves a complex backstory around lost love and a deep yearning to be understood

Real life villains: being cruel makes me feel like a big strong man" --@charliejane.bsky.social

The Complicated Legacy of Pulp Fiction. (thx Melanie!)

grow armor
for awaiting rasp
from embers

softly crestfallen
iftar fog crisp tarn's

BABY I NEED YOUR LOGIN.

( via / me )

The 4chan regime.

"oneiric battalions"

tulip trail continues
tattered more in threat
the ghost pizza piste
perne in deranged changes
up is down & deep
dithers on the mythbrink
raincheck for the ranch
corrosive dearth dosage

The region around Rho Ophiuchi.

"A shatter'd World in wild Disorder tost [tossed],
Leagues, Laws, and Empires in Confusion lost..."

--Rowe's Lucan

Dorian Gray.

( via / via )

Slippage.

"How else can these forty-odd letters be arranged?

To be self-ordered and create the ghostly answer."

--@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

Sweaters In Movies – What They Mean And Why They Matter.

"Bullets

Gardens lapsed to adders, castoff rakes.
Shed sagging, parched of paint. Around this
backwoods house, traps accumulate.
Weeds rope the steps and the door's warped,
bolts leadened like arthritic joints.
Cold. Both air and floors. Rugs bunched
with ankle-level cords. Even corners, damp
and whipslick tiled. Bulbs snap to shrapnel
in halls, conscripting brooms and ladders;
steel rungs slung against gravity.
The voice mail trills point-blank; a cartridge
storing angst in garbled catalogues.
Isolation is a gun old hands load, then pull
by basement stairs, forgotten stoves."

--Emily Osborne

"The path to the divine lay through aesthetic innovation – even transgression." (via aldaily)

( via / via )

My new favorite mnemonic.

"Sonnets to Chango: III."

Nemesis, double-headed axe, vain cudgel
in mists, in gray fog falling, wine on the tombstone
freshly poured. Sanguinary Sabbath
in red & white, the festival of the jugular...
an older underground than kindly werewolves,
i carry it across rough ground, nor seiche
awaken; Chango, Father of Twins, wind's width
measured. And meanwhile, jesters parry dogma;
& we have built our castle out of yogurt.
The years with years' malaises stun & deafen,
& it's so hard to remain unerringly open.
weather's but a nemesis more stalwart.
A royal palm tree never was the culprit.
I gather pale blue berries off the juniper.

(2016)

Declinism.

"Friend just confirmed via text she's putting her cat down and Apple Intelligence just suggested I respond 'haha I feel you.' " --@bencollins.bsky.social

We identified the operator of an overtly racist X account, "GlomarResponder," as ICE Assistant Chief Counsel James Rodden.

( via / via )

This is just to say.

"One of the less frequently noticed luxuries of the postwar liberal order was the licence to be a fool." --James Marriott in The Times

I saw the aorist moment as it went.

flunked-out space CADET
textures of the wall ADORE
so Homer DOZES
no more pyramids ERECT

we are still to suffer TESTS

Skeletons Fighting over a Hanged Man.

( via / me )

"The land does not ask for loyalty, does not demand allegiance. It belongs only to those who honor it, who care for it, who kneel in the dirt with open hands rather than raised fists." (via Mefi)

"Raw, not solemn odes
are dew angels.

I’m raw as mirrored nets;
it is a party met on me.

Open one poem,
note my trap
as it is tender,
or rims a warm isle,
gnawed, erased on me,
lost on war."

--@merlinaacevedo.bsky.social

To Go to Lvov.

"If you can't stand up against genocide, why should I believe you can stand up for democracy?" --Ta-Nehisi Coates

"...and from the abyss emerge locusts."

( via / via )

Galilean.

Götterdämmerung played at double speed is slapstick.

The Empire Self-Destructs. (via @joriegraham.bsky.social)

"from the bough
we walk on the roof of hell
of the lark's song"

--@poemexe.com

Driveway dribbled.

( via / me )

"A surprising, poignant number of them were about people dreaming that it was forbidden to dream, then freaking out in the dream because they knew they were illegitimately dreaming."

"plasticware cantata"

pwn the piggy gleaners
   greppers of copper
apricate in corpseflower
sillage like a g'rage band
   shleppers of zippers

subfusc sky wilds scalding
   happens to stiffen
cars full of owl blurs
bluster vibing highbeams
   siphon the griffin

gulag's piggy gleaners

Haiku.

“ 'Yes,' said Frog. 'If a running try did not work, and a running and waving try did not work, and a running, waving, and jumping try did not work, I knew that a running, waving, jumping, and shouting try just had to work.' " --@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

Fourth wall smattering.

( via / still from Murnau's Faust )

Circadian Lament.

Poetry when you are young is strange & full of intimations; if you are lucky you write poetry of intimations. Poetry when you are old is full of reverberations. If you are lucky you write poetry of reverberations.

Ing.

"dad’s overcoat
in the charity shop
a fraction of the cost"

--@herbtate5.bsky.social

All taxonomies are stolen.

( via / me )

"We believe we have made an impact on the PoBiz and helped bring some much needed attention to the fraud, favor-trading, and corruption that have led to the marginalization and commodification of American poetry and the homogenization of its poets."

"voivode"

ravening void roodsteeple
arrive at lightningcatch
though i'd lief no knifework
a nard wafted softly

this caesar's blurb blazing
blunder on harsh wonder
ravening void roodsteeple
arrive at lightningcatch

"Cultivate...a deep sense of meaning that is not tied to institutions..."

"Word of the day, for the umpteenth time, is ‘apricate’, the sister of ‘apricity’. It means to bask in the warmth of the sun, especially on a chilly day." --@susiedent.com

Way to go, Mexico!

( via / me )

Farmhouse Cellar.

"Word of the day is ‘cumber-world’ (14th century): a person or thing that encumbers the planet." --@susiedent.com

"Where the scale of ruin so outpaces available modes of redress..."

"the snail
in warm socks
dancing in embers"

--@poemexe.com

⌘.

( via / via )

At least 7 plane crashes since Trump and Musk destroyed aviation safety in the United States.

ugly strong & stern · in the crowdstruggle
railroad crossing · morning's realm
judge-jittery · conjunction of rays
slow sliding away · aslant through the trees
blindpath pirouette · perne in gyre
tear up my tires · with taking dictation
thrall to thunder · scout of scantlings
   driver into sludge

"This group refused to be silenced." (via @minsong.bsky.social)

"cleaning the well
even then
rest break
moon at the gate"

--@poemexe.com

Good times, good times.

( via / me )

Prayer breakfast.

" 'The Almighty never had a daughter,' said her sister. 'He did not risk feminine insight.' " --@ivycomptonburnett.bsky.social

Albert King thread.

"hoarding freebies"

frayed maskstrap · stores ebbing
examining the kleenex
and your horse
naturally won · worsened
vista · kawaii
handiwork of the executioner

A page from Frida Kahlo’s diary.

( via/ me )

Ongmanibamai.

"statues break off at the ankles"

   normalcy
surmountable
   boulevards
unburdened by
   the slight gaze
of a slow fez

   sky brillig
abrupt furling
   of a lane
linear course
   normalcy
silo marplot

   boulevards
veiled by boiling

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper.

"You Americans will never appreciate how pissed we are at your country that Quebecois are flying Canadian flags." --@jekeep.bsky.social

"...it would take this new planet between 10,000 and 20,000 years to make just one full orbit around the sun."

( via / via )

"...most disappointing, when readers discovered it contained no werewolves."

"puppet
their lost mitten
no one replaces you"

--@poemexe.com

Toccata and Fugue in D Minor.

"Like clouds setting forth
from the foot-wearying hills
to wander the skies,
so people drift in a world
without fixed resting places."

--Ono no Shigekage in: Brocade by Night

五芒星 (Gobousei) + 焔 (Homura).

( via / via )

"...once you dissociate tactics and strategy–the famous distinction between tactics and strategy where strategy is teleological, transcendent, and representational and tactics is immanent and machinic–if you have no strategy, someone with a strategy will soon commandeer your tactics."

"uneasy evening
superfluous worries
yellow jackets
hovering in the dark
mud nest in the eaves"

--@evecastle.bsky.social

"If Trump has done us any favour, it is awakening us to the fact that we can no longer take Canada’s existence for granted, that the bad actors in the world have begun to look covetously upon our improbably vast land that is laden with riches, that they want those riches and that niceness as a national character is not enough to dissuade them from taking them." (via @joriegraham.bsky.social)

"Acceleration is demonic." --Cute Accelerationism

Skeleton panda sea squirt.