( via / via )

RGB lava.

"Sour Neon Worms" (sonnet using endwords from Shakespeare xiv.)

To thole these things demands much more than pluck,
Demands something like feral astronomy!
Darwinian chores & glorifying luck
Alike impede. I find a quality
Of sheer despair in sibyls who won't tell
And desolate days to come arroyos wind
In blindfold choices now. Our poisoned well
Will drive a few souls forth, to fade or find
Their stormy way; from this no dreams derive
That i can use; my deliquescent art
Can teach me only hermitwise to thrive...
O desert, take a solitary convert
Into your depths, whose wounds prognosticate
Perhaps but martyrdom, at no far date.

(2005)

April Mortality.

"...clings to the horse's reins, leans to her clover tether;
waits on his Queequeg casket for her lucky charms.
This pitch-black diamond (willows to almond rod)."

--Henry Gould, Parmenides in Minneapolis (2024)

Krasnov's Inyenzis.

( via / via )

The Hottest Ticket in Town.

"If cancer did not swim in the same sea as us, we might admire it, as we admire sharks." --Geoff Ryman

Cento Double Terzanelle.

"IN AUTUMN

The extinct animals are still looking for home
Their eyes full of cotton

Now they will
Never arrive

The stars are like that

Moving on without memory
Without having been near turning elsewhere climbing
Nothing the wall

The hours their shadows

The lights are going on in the leaves nothing to do with evening

Those are cities
Where I had hoped to live"

--W S Merwin

Who Will Be Eaten First?

( via via @harryskeeler.bsky.social / via )

Krasnov surrounded by obsequious lesser clowns, detailed oil painting, edward hopper.

The love of this poor form so unavailing,
angiogram profuse in the storm so wailing,

quartz catarrh to tumefy the flood
and a dense vermiculate who stints warm blood.

The osteal road. Graywyvern's quern vermeiling
the love of this sparse verse so unavailing.

(2008)

"Yes, there are similarities to Weimar/German but US is not Germany in the 30s or Russia now because neither country had muscle memories of democratic institutions like US has had (however imperfect) for over two centuries."

"Observe
An amoeba move in on an iron crumb."

--Frederick Manfred

Infant mortality rates in the US have increased by 7% following the Supreme Court's Dobbs decision.

( me / via )

Tylos, a world so hot, and so close to its sun that the clouds are made of vaporised metal, and where it rains liquid sapphires and rubies.

"By broken altars, blackened shrines
I've tinkered at my bits of rhymes."

--Robert Service

Meeps for the Meep Throne.

"threat display"

let the mild sun suffice
for this mansion of humbugs
& clowns daily to face
let the mild sun suffice
as chortles vast nefas
& swell overplus moneybags
let the mild sun suffice
in this mansion of humbugs

Miles from Nowhere.

( via / via )

Three figures.

17.

tokens the magician PALMS
then brandishes in the light AGAIN
recursive LASSO

a MISER
of paper scraps · with a tendency to SNORE
falling hair ahead full STEAM

crystal TIARA
the EASEL
for a lot of flagrant entities that AREN'T

faulty schmaltzy or merely MALTY
to quips PARED
jelly sprockets · in my somnolent ABODE

in the wise words of Le Dragon ROUGE
action is overly EDGED
be sparse with your DEEDS

(2021)

Zombieworld.

"And I have no remorse and little fear,
Which are, I think, the checks of other men.
This mood has grown upon me, until now
Any design my captious fancy makes
The picture of its wish--and it forms none
But such as men like you would start to know--
Is as my natural food and rest debarred
Until it be accomplished."

--The Cenci

Knowing I Live in a Dark Age.

( me / via )

The Veil.

"Frog ran out of his house. He saw a snail that he knew.

'Snail,' said Frog, 'please take this letter to Toad’s house and put it in his mailbox.'

'Sure,' said the snail. 'Right away'." --@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

"Some people fail to meet those expectations, but that failure is actually very promising if considered through lens of an autonomous spirit that deviates from the path, not agreeing to abide by norms, finding another way."

"As Shawn McCreesh of the New York Times put it: 'Something happened at the White House Friday afternoon that almost never happens these days. Somebody defied President Trump. Right to his face.'

Hours later, the Trump administration launched an investigation into Maine’s Department of Education..."

--Letters from an American 2-21-25

Hon.

( via / me )

Tanka.

"torment nexus"

Gilead's merle mantle
amerce-born in hearses
a top down riptidings
unattained pole reindeer

guile Gilead brought us
gaily strewn with moonbeams
the struggle Styx-waxing
astern only fern leaves

in shroud much of tchotchke
shrivelled up great rivers
the curb that we coated
with castoff dreams grasps this

Year in reading, none of whom i've even heard of.

"my empty face
from the patio door
attached to nothing
spring thaw"

--@poemexe.com

Do one thing, every day.

( via / me )

"These freaks act like tweakers who just pulled off WAY too big a robbery & are living it up because they’re absolutely certain they’re about to get caught."

"Yaffa is known around the world for
its oranges. My grandmother,
Khadra, tried to take some oranges
with her in 1948, but the
shelling was heavy. The oranges fell
on the ground, the earth drank
their juice. It was sweet, I’m sure."

--@mosababutoha.bsky.social

"Somebody should collect these incredible resignation letters and make them a book."

Crashsound in the crook · of a creaky finger
webs into weapons · this war of tweets
or nerves · for my next trick i
flush with flail · flicks dust mote
the rogue gumball · of a gaunt planetesimal

"Sorry i wished on that monkey paw for J Edgar Hoover's ghost to be enraged."

( via / via )

Out-onions the Onion.

  "My chest wants and does not want its color,
through whose rough paths I am going, I cry with stick,
I try to be happy, I cry in my hand,
I remember, I write
and rivet a tear into my cheekbone.

  Evil wants its red, good its redness reddened
by the suspended ax,
by the trot of the wing flying on foot,
and man does not want, sensitively
does not want this;
he does not want to be lying down
in his soul, with horn throbs in his temples,
the bimanous one, the extreme brute, the extreme philosopher.

  Thus, almost I am not, I fall down
from the plow on which I help my soul
and almost, in proportion, I almost exalt myself.
To know why life is such an utter bitch
why I cry, why,
browbig, unfit, fickle, I was born
shouting;
to know this, to comprehend it
to the sound of a competent alphabet
would be to suffer for an ingrate.

  And no! No! No! Neither trick, nor ornament!
Anguish, yes, with a firm and frenetic yes,
coriaceous, rapacious, want and no want, sky and bird;
anguish, yes, with all my pants' fly.
Struggle between two cries, theft of a single chance,
painless path on which I endure in clogs
the velocity of walking around blindly."

--Eshleman & Rubia Barcia's Vallejo

Wish You Were Here.

"...isn't accelerationism precisely this, the currency of partially deployed virtualities?" --Cute Accelerationism

Una matica de ruda.

(via / me )

RIP FOIA.

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

--@poemexe.com

Krasnov.

krasnov on rushmore

knaves honor rumors
morons overran husks
nervous room shrank

sharks overrun moon

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.