Saturday, March 01, 2025

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Pluto flyover.

equivocal winter
& warble intrinsic
when antlers find entry
& minds their torment seek

Alunissage.

"A German word for being embarrassed by the actions of someone else is Fremdscham, or 'foreign shame.' A similar word from Icelandic is aulahrollur, which is quite tricky to translate but basically means something along the lines of 'cringe quake' or 'douchebag chills' " --@adamcsharp.bsky.social

"This epistemic chaos wasn't an accident—it was a crucial tactic in undermining democracy itself." (via @joriegraham.bsky.social)

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Squamomandibular.

Yaw a Yalta gat layaway.

"We're watching psychological warfare against a workforce that has been committed to furthering the lives of other people."

"the one great source of the date clusters"

disgust 'gainst · garbage binge
   patter on windshield
make it change · chockful of shrapnel
   whirlwind the long way
these beige streets wind · bitter silence
   never forgiven
i watch the falling · i watch the falling

Death Barged In.

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Moonlight in Vermont.

"The Short-toed Eagle and the Ladder Snake consider each other, unseen

Ripple of summer barley,
his fine high call, over
the hollow bolus of an olive tree.

Tongue-tasting the day, a mother coils
in tight, glue-eyed, ready to shed
her everything. This cool, grey-laddered girl,
these jewels, this bowl of quivering silver pearls."

--James Mcconachie in Bad Lilies

"Hold now, O earth, · what heroes cannot..." (via @rhunedhel.bsky.social )

Sword Nemesis, emend rows.

When you lose the Daily Mail you are a global pariah.

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"The birds used this stronghold to claim sovereignty of the planet; the land's walls served as barriers to prevent sacrifices offered by men from reaching the sky, thus starving the gods into submission."

"I lowkey want to chain myself to the doors of the National Weather service" --@katewagner.bsky.social

How David Lynch Saw the Bright Side.

"East of Eden

I am tired of tidings, tired of linings, silver,
lead. For a little while, let it be the mundane
that stretches as far as the eye can see.

Give me the field of goldenrod nothing dates:
no architecture, no infrastructure. No burn off.
This time, if something must smolder

in the distance, let it be the sun. If something
must change, let it alter by pattern or else
so slowly no one thinks to call it news. This field—

keep us out of it, the tells of our haircuts, the cuts
of our clothes. For a little white, do not admit
even the ghost of a nightgown to dry on a line."

--Jane Zwart in The Dodge

Presidents.

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"What you saw is mad[n]ess - madness like kind George III madness..."

"new moon
she adjusts the ring
that isn’t there"

--Frank Hooven via

"For a lot of people, Dylan’s poetry narrated the period they were living through, particularly at that time, in the 1960’s."

"The original Sanskrit term cited by the last guy to usher a world-destroying device into history, the story of which delighted tens of millions of middlebrows throughout the Oscar season of a recent past —who seem still to believe that history itself is one giant biopic—, is कालः, which can mean 'Death', but more generally means 'Time': Krishna identifies himself as Time/Death to remind Arjuna of the all-pervasive force that consumes all things, and foils the vainglorious ambitions of all mortals. This is Time as simple duration, but we can also understand it, and are compelled by current events to understand it, as history. The revolution that has left us with a thoroughly memeified politics has indeed destroyed a world, if not yet the world (Krishna himself does not assume that there can be only one of them)." --Justin Smith-Ruiu

The Crucifixion.

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The Return.

"If Zelenskyy is ever invited back to the Oval Office I fervently hope he wears a T-shirt with 'TECH SUPPORT' on the front." --@benstanley.eu

"I recall the myriads of birds in the cage of my head..."

“INTO THE FURROWS

of heavenacid in the doorcrack
you press the word
from which I rolled,
when I with trembling fists
the roof over us
dismantled, slate for slate,
syllable for syllable, for the copper-
glimmer of the begging-
cup’s sake up
there.”

–Paul Celan, Breathturn (tr P. Joris, 1995)

"I haven't heard one of them demand."

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NOAA Cuts Leave.

move over Benedict Arnold
Krasnov is on a roll
allies are flummoxed & charnelled
homies can't find the grassy knoll

Can we start renaming.

"minnows
hands waving
gawking at flowers"

--@poemexe.com

Dither enthusiast.

Friday, February 28, 2025

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"I can see you better now than when the ants had their/ blindfolds on..."

"The word 'squamomandibular' is topmost on the blacklist for paperbacks, and may be used only for obfuscation." --@harryskeeler.bsky.social

Gallows Pole.

"∴ outliers hollow
ghost-silver trails rend the brise
water wane subsides ∴

·
∴ scarred williwaw wrecks
bones that once held steady, now
splinter on the rise ∴"

--@wordingway.bsky.social

Ohio.

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Hey gang :).

"The Slaying of the Jabberwock, By W.B. Yeats.

This is a violent land, avid of breath;
Here borogroves are clinging, wave to wave,
Gyre on gyre, whirling on toward death
In breathless fire while the toves outgrabe.
My paper-pasted Jabberwock’s on show
Beware, and shun that whole outrageous batch,
The pale-green jub-jub bird that cannot crow,
The slyly parasitic bandersnatch.
O stand in uffish thought that you may watch
This land, these burbling monsters, put to play.
The Jabberwock will set his jaw a notch
And vaguely chew Cuchulain for a day.
Observe me slay these animals; my hand
Is sanguined with confetti from their wounds.
Though I have brought no peace to Ireland
This rite will transubstantiate its grounds.“

–Jack Spicer (in Jacket 37)

Blade Runner & Autistic Noir.

Building a ship inside a Klein bottle: leave me alone, i’m trying to not finish.

Nothing Lasts Forever.

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"You cannot trust a country where every 4 yrs the foreign policy does a complete 180 & tears up treaties and reneges on deals and withholds payments because some sheep farmers in Wisconsin think too many black women have jobs."

"Men will never be free until the last republican is strangled with the entrails of the last evangelical." --@deanbooth.bsky.social

Because the Night.

part of me will forever
be rooting for the hunted

though sometimes i lapse reiver
part of me will forever

i know which army’s braver
in these swart woods so haunted

part of me will forever
be rooting for the hunted

A game of chess and some light refreshment.

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,/ !*⋆˚⭒*⋆˚⭒。⋆.

golden floating head
of Rapist Krasnov grinning
not an outlier

only an outed liar
& genocide travesty

"Stand Up" bumper sticker.

"in flat sunset light
a child teaches their worm
with wildflowers"

--@poemexe.com

"Instead, I found myself staring at shattered streets and the mosques where we once gathered for prayers — now reduced to ruins."

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Difrasismo.

“Word of the day is ‘sequacity’ (17th century): the slavish following of a person or cause without any independent thought or judgement.” –@susiedent.com

If you watch “Jaws” backwards.

“BLACK FLAKES

Snow fell, lightless. One moon
it has been or two, that autumn in monkish habit
brought news to me too, a leaf from Ukrainian scarps:

'Think, that here too it winters, for the thousand’s time now
in the country where the widest river flows:
Jaacob’s heavenly blood, blessed by axes…
O ice of unearthly redness — there wades your Hetman with full
retinue in the darkening suns… Child, oh a cloth,
to wrap myself in, when it shines helmets,
when the clod, the pinkish one, breaks open, when snowy your father’s
bones scatter, under the hoofs crush
the Song of the Cedar…
A scarf, a narrow scarflet, that I safeguard
now, as weeping you learn, on my side
the narrowness of the world, that never greens, my child, your child!’

Mother, autumn, it bled away for me, the snow, it burned me:
search for my heart I did, that it may weep, the breath I did find, oh that of summer,
like you it was.
Came my tear. Wove I the scarflet.”

–Paul Celan (tr Joris)

Twilight Towers.

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Boris Spassky. (Including Spassky-Bronstein 1960.)

Ramadan

Llama of fire
Serif foam
All nada mar

Tape-splice landscapes.

"overwhelmth" --@geofhuth.bsky.social

Omnishambles.

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"And then all the pretty money went away."

"IO (Only two vowels, alternating)

Long I trod, dislodging rocks,
blind on Io’s wilds….

Now I hold
this cosmic god,
this fossil of iron;
this lost lion
with torn wings:

Now,
I hold
Io’s sphinx."

--@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

"To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks..."

“Queen Victoria

Queen Victoria
My father and all his tobacco loved you
I love you too in all your forms
The slim unlovely virgin floating among German beards
The mean governess of the huge pink maps
The solitary mourner of a prince

Queen Victoria
I am cold and rainy
I am dirty as a glass roof in a train station
I feel like an empty cast-iron exhibition
I want ornaments on everything
Because my love she gone with other boys

Queen Victoria
Do you have a punishment under the white lace?
Will you be short with her, make her read those little Bibles?
Will you spank her with a mechanical corset?
I want her pure as power
I want her skin slightly musty with petticoats
Will you wash the easy bidet out of her head?

Queen Victoria I'm not much nourished by modern love
Will you come into my life
With your sorrow and your black carriages
And your perfect memory?

Queen Victoria
The 20th Century belongs to you and me
Let us be two severe giants
(not less lonely for our partnership)
Who discolour test tubes in the halls of science
Who turn up unwelcome at every World's Fair
Heavy with proverb and correction
Confusing the star-dazed tourists
With our incomparable sense of loss"

--Leonard Cohen

"Shut up, stupid dragon!"

Thursday, February 27, 2025

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"The world reaction is very much like when a two year old has grabbed a loaded gun."

"the commodore's watch"

a chuckling of geese chases
bard's task through the mingled dusk
from Grodek a grisly taisk

over suchlike Vlad fusses

'neath the moon so much withers
in each corner the caked dust
breeds new veils of amethyst
soldier sleeps with his brothers

recrudescent the fell plague

crossed a crystal-crust parcel
packed a cursed pot of basil
elevators drew my darg
in those days sands of Baja
while another desert roared

gift to make riddle less hard
yet too late aimed aloha
used the work printer humming
line by line built a hamster
run & rocket-thrust dumpster
wipe our worst hist'ry damning
caught in masking ape-contest
burning flesh be our incense
under pressure the contents

bleak parables of incest
a chuckling of geese chases

Tanka.

"Jean Cocteau said he preferred cats to dogs because no one has ever seen a police cat."
– Michel Tournier via @jacobwren.bsky.social

Haiku.

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Zynemorg.

"That first day we met I remember asking him why he decided to be a poet in the US. He said 'When I was younger I heard "A-wop-bop-a-loo-bop-a-lop-bam-boom" and I thought "these are my people!" ' Remembering Pierre [Joris] today with sadness and love." --@tracepeterson.bsky.social

Nonstop death scroll of violence and murder.

"Speak, you also,
Speak as the last,
Have your say,

Speak--
But keep yes and no unsplit,
And give your say this meaning:
Give it the shade.

Give it shade enough,
Give it as much
As you know has been dealt out between
Midday and midday and midnight.

Look around:
Look how it all leaps alive--
Where death is! Alive!
He speaks truly who speaks the shade."

--Paul Celan (tr M Hamburger)

Zynemorgs using Lojban evidentials & zbalermorna.

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Tanka.

“EASTERSMOKE, flooding, with
the letterlike
keeltrack amidst.
(Never was heaven.
But sea still is, fire red,
sea.)

We here, we,
glad for the passage, before the tent,
where you baked desertbread
from wandered-along language.

At the furthest sight-edge: the dance
of two blades across the
heartshadowcord.

The net underneath, knotted
from thought-
ends–at what
depth?

There: the bitten through
eternity-penny, spat
up to us through the meshes.

Three sandvoices, three
scorpions:
the guest-people, with us
in the skiff.”

–Joris’s Celan (RIP PJ 1946-2025)

"Spring/ Evening has come to the ancient garden."

“The real war is in the air, civilian. We’re just skirmishing on the macrolevel.”

–Gregory Feeley, The Oxygen Barons (1996)

"What would you put on in order to hurry to a banquet?"

Wednesday, February 26, 2025

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Cybernetic Art & Those Who Would Shun It.

"Frog put the cookies in a box. 'There,' he said. 'Now we will not eat any more cookies.'

'But we can open the box,' said Toad.

'That is true,' said Frog." --@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

Complicated Gaiman thread worth it for the detours.

"trechedipnum"

fatidic tuned landsharks
light on each phone reaching
pesky robots friskdab
round here is a drowned rat
   time enough to suffer
   a pact made of radar

paradigm of PoMo
pilled with a red deadbolt
pharisee hued whoring
a whole bunch of holepunch
   time enough to suffer
   a pact made of radar

St Michael the Archangel surrounded by aficionad@s.

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"anyway, no reason, that just occurred to me today."

"Dover Beach

The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand;
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the A gaean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night."

--Matthew Arnold

A Crocodile.

"i’m gonna email the poli sci prof who taught me about checks and balances and tell him i want my midterm regraded" --@sonuvafitch.bsky.social

Swirling back & forth.

Tuesday, February 25, 2025

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First Spiegelman on Gaza.

"Word of the Day is ‘ingordigiousness’ (18th century): extreme greed at the expense of principles." --@susiedent.com

"Pretty much everything I had been taught in film school about the formal innovations of DW Griffith was bullshit."

"clowns can not only harm themselves"

star eats star · in the sky zoo
we dodge devils · fix detriment
   amid big feelings
clownflummoxed clasp · of the strange climate
never quite knew · how nickels worked
   amid big feelings
detour-deadened · from further choice
a sparkle high · spurs glances
   amid big feelings
they say somehow · there's sense to be made
a tale tricked out · that untangles thought
   amid big feelings
   always the big feelings
smoky shroud · & aim whacker

Rapist Cheetoh really posted this jawdropping fantasy Gaza video.

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Mood.

"DRACULA (Palindrome)

Revolts.

Older castle.
Final pass.

A Romanian
Impaler.

Omen of Osiris —
of one more lap.

Mina, in a morass:
a plan.

I felt sacred,
lost lover."

--@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

Coordinated Film.

"I love leaving voice mails for my senators where I say things like 'the USPS is very important to our country' as if I'm helping a small child with a book report or describing our civilization to an alien" --@saramchenry.bsky.social

Tanka.

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In case the people...

"The necromancer applies kintsugi principles, and repairs her zombies with seams of golden resin. Dead flesh revived with glittering coherence, and every rotten vacancy a star" --@ctrlcreep.bsky.social

Their finest work to date.

erasure days · domdaniel
for no windows · wine of witness
red & blue flickers

Twenty tons of gold.

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The Strategists.

the old epicure frazzled
by recent events ventures
to eke a vifgage
recall calmly fetching
where sails & empires sank

kale salad
of sojourns to have taken
before i knew fables
too firmly

Cherishing What Isn't.

"does my chalk outline make me look fat?" --@kimmysunshine.bsky.social

12th Century treatise on astronomy.

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Modular synth patch bit.

"i don’t want to buy a mask anymore.
where would i go with it anyway? i am not that man.
i have seen the fires already & they have seen me.
we do not all want the same midnight. oh if only we did.
mine has sugar & a heavy moon. theirs
has a pane of glass from which they dream
of watching us burn."

--Robin Gow, guy fawkes mask via

I Write These Words to Delay.

"non perforated perforation"

years to build bursting
bitter winter witness
Krasnov says, kris-fling
in crazed sunlight trundle

redbrick phony road
from here wrecked & fearful
full of memes fuming
fadge no magic 8-ball

pair of shadows shore

Testimony.

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Ucalegon.

"Krasnov's Lesson"

subdued grieving sieve
frost in the shadows
plaint out of plenty
placate demure Furies
trickled denial

jawed just on one side
ditty remembered
lessons earth released
along the stern turnings
of the Canyonlands

"Indeed, his guidebooks are undergirded by the faith that we do live in a beautiful world, an idea that has become steadily more radical in recent years."

"crows return at dusk
to ashes black on pale sky
cold under Venus"

--@catbake.bsky.social

The Departure.