"New torment nexus drops tomorrow. I am in line at the torment nexus shop. Psyched." --@delaneyking.bsky.social
"ophidian gaze"
cold toast · Belmont dawn
warming with · the gray's wane
this saved pattern · pieced together
into the fog · strides forcefully
love, a vessel · devouring care
precise dolls · spork doula
there is ev'rything between us
"polycule"
Reichstag fire infarcted
infuses Moog music
conjured this evening
a scroll screams
the Freddie dance doodled
dwindle all my skillsets
conjured this evening
the shapes show
too much hidden card-spread
take heed for the morrow
conjured this evening
ruin rides
"snowstorm
in straw sandals
the cicadas sing"
--@poemexe.com
The Koto Music of Japan. (Record i have.)
Stranger on the Third Floor. ☆☆☆
"Naiad reconstituted, painfully, inside the camel's hump. Encased in lard like an amber-swallowed insect, engaged in the long labor of forgetting the oasis" --@ctrlcreep.bsky.social
Monsters on the Moon. (via @harryskeeler.bsky.social)
"HERMIT CRAB
a maritime chimaera;
a barterer, beach bather, armchair architect,
each chamber a rebirth"
--@lukebradford.bsky.social
Meet Brendan, the charming new AI-Guide in Dublin.
"big beautiful ballroom"
1.
Seneca Lilacene's
go-kart to CECOT
silk cauldron
tin knit into kickknacks
they don't tell you · taken to CECOT
plane windows · covered with cardboard
how long detained · they don't tell you
what for · & where to
taken to CECOT · caught in the roundup
quisling quota · for a moment met
3.
to CECOT
can't fossick when i'll be back
gabbed a squib for a good cause
hooded now in Hastur's crib
4.
to rise up
like a roused loaf
not watching
the wary dords
rise up like
liquid shimmer
the shroud-fire
shrivels at noon
"When art critics get together they talk about Form and Structure and Meaning. When artists get together they talk about where you can buy cheap turpentine." – Pablo Picasso via @derekbeaulieu.bsky.social
"Shame! Shame!"
"Today is my mother Dorothy Heydt’s birthday. She was an author and linguist, she created one of the first Vulcan conlangs (the new name for Vulcan, Ni’Var, was invented by her) and helped with the first Star Trek Concordance. She published two novels and many short stories. She passed 3 years ago." --@ofnadwy.bsky.social via (More.)
"bring me the head of Abrego Garcia"
1.
umber floor— it's always
about power · isn't it
when rune robots · learn the word NO
—white speckles · Special K
in the cold turkey · of between the stars
2.
murder night · not coupled
with the final film · later legends
eclipse camp · ev'rything grist
for clickbait
3.
the dim street smoother
in curve of the culdesac
a gray cat prowling
my left-crossing unopposed
this hour of the morning
"Our principal tells us it's a drill."
"R I V E R O T T E R
Lontra canadensis
an oiled rascal as elastic as an accordion,
alert, slender,
it darts or reclines at an inland coastline;
an earnest sailor,
at ease in a den in dense cattails"
--Luke Bradford, Zoophilia
I was in a debate with the human mind, and the human mind won.
The life cycle of an 80s pop song.
Great look at Peter Sellers in 1964.
“People lived out their lifetimes, I reflected, taking strange actions, never aware that their actions were motivated by some Operator.” –ππππππ‘πππ πππ πβππππ
"Has anyone written anything good on the phenomena of the 'cult author'?"
--@mckenziewark.bsky.social
My answer: Minor British Novelists & Frivolity Unbound.
Excavations stands more or less at the beginning of the "cult author" phenomenon. In France this started with the Symboliste poets & the English literary world followed them closely (usually taking sides).
James Branch Cabell's career is also instructive. The scifi author Michael Swanwick wrote a book on him in 2007 (What Can Be Saved From the Wreckage?) but i haven't seen it.
You want a real cult there's Stefan George.
"In middle age I wholly lost my way,
finding myself within an evil wood
far from the right straight road we all should tread.
And what a wood! So densely tangled, dark,
jaggily thorned. So hard to press on through,
even the memory renews my dread. "
--Alasdair Gray via
"...observe here the zone: the Zodiac's
sigils circling. The Solstices,
the asterisked Equinoxes,
Cross-Quarter Days, are chronicled
wrought in roundlets, their rims locking
in clock-worklike caster-bearings,
gear-train meshes of that greatest Mill,
its wheels winding, in whirligigs
turning, grinding: Time's axletree
metes out the months. Each medal helmed
by a star-steerer, in each storied orb
manikins mimic the Months' Labours."
--Rahul Gupta in Long Poem Magazine, 2016
"In all permutations of the family naming, [Marianne] Moore typically referred to herself as male, and is given a male pronoun by both her mother (often) and her brother (consistently)." (thread with a long excursus on Bryher)
"He will not need any political asylum, although if he did, Russia, of course, could provide it."
"Anti-Aubade
You shuffle through your waking house as though
the miracle of dawn does not deserve
acknowledgement, as though the way you go
downstairs, through doorways in the dark, and swerve
around the furniture, is nothing more
than habit, as if comfort doesn’t guide
your feet across the heated hardwood floor.
Your stomach turns at stirs of life outside.
You’re bracing for the dread of this new week,
though really you don’t know a dreadful thing.
You scroll through lifting darkness. What you seek
is anybody’s guess. The song you sing
turns out to be appropriated blues,
and genocides are other people’s news."
--David Rosenthal via @maryanncorbett.bsky.social
"violets, as i walk
clutching their paper fan…
the sun goes out"
--@poemexe.com
"Amor, for a secret
we plod in a morass."
--Satire: Veritas
"Today's erasure poem from the Diary of Samuel Pepys:
all alone in a chest
I found a fine ship
the war has little boys
in fear of death
but hope is old and thin
a light in a well"
--@davebota.bsky.social
"Despair's advantage is achieved..."
"Maori paths I pass alive." --Satire: Veritas
This is like drake and kendrick.
"the man with one nostril"
1.
weather eye
a sky without parallel
drinking from the Holy Grail
Batman
don't use email
all my crimes too big to fail
drinking from the Holy Grail
2.
daylight & a dawn wind
adorned vintage cantrip
rhapsody wrong-fingered
rinkdink assassin
sans-serif seraphim
i sink under sandspill
roar like a grunge basenji
rinkydink assassin
your fate: only footnote
to Festus's crisp nesteggs
spray of rain, run through
rinkydink assassin
3.
Ebola
all the droll Horsemen to dree
lakeside grebe sliding goalpost
roleplay greebled sericon
"Never would have pegged Katie Miller as Chudverse Helen of Troy but here we are."
"beasts of no apocalypse"
folded cloth
of the pale cuff manifold
pattern maintained strict through time
rhymed dust of the derelict
"I talk radical, pontifical, misallied,
Or heterodox alfaki religion."
--Satire: Veritas
"Trees that once crawled with insects lie uncannily still." (via @mjohnharrison.bsky.social)
"this tiny smear
on the page
is an insect
I didn't know was an insect
until I killed it"
--@winterroom.bsky.social
“When we are told to look on the bright side of things, it is generally not at a happy time.” --Ivy Compton- Burnett via @matthewjdowd.bsky.social
Owl.
"I’d soon realize persistence wasn’t an end game. It was the name of the road."
"I'm ultra for a style malign. In Rome a toga was worn, even." —Satire: Veritas
"...the Middle Ages were supposed to stay where they were. But they have not." (use 12ft.io)
"Andromeda’s song
ripples with New Year blessings
adey abeba
one flower for Cepheus
one for Cassiopeia"
--@polloscope.bsky.social
" New York Times’ Style Guide Substitutions for 'The President Violated the Constitution'."
theater curtains · thaumaturge sway
in the dim dawn · deftly recollected
what color tape · these tracks sped
keeping wind lines · legend fervent
intermittent blaze · blossoms against
tirecrunch · on crisp gravel
press-close baggie
Sorry, i'm not getting a new apocalypse bingo card just to make room for this clown.
"No bedlam now lived among.
No sadness -- send a song."
—Satire: Veritas
A poem about all the scientists it helped fire.
ICE pretending to be utility workers.
" 'The mornings are getting dark! The mornings are getting dark! Do you mean they are so sunk in lethargy and self-indulgence, that they need a strong light to force them to raise their heads from their pillows? Is that what you mean?'
Ellen, uncertain how much she had meant of this, was silent."
--@ivycomptonburnett.bsky.social
"given limits exist, streets, oblivion,
and grass and gourds and goats and gorse,
eagerness exists, given borders exist,
the border between sleep and all kinds of awake,
where Mercury Bay weed fans its oxygen
and blue gourds climb through fog,
a throat that yawns sleepily like a wild
and collapsed poem, wherein the loose,
the sentenceless goats gently bleat,
where the gorse slope’s summer-yellow carelessness
can incorporate the light into such
radiant and self-contained dozing
that the body seems exiled with bliss.
Imagined borderlands do exist,
in which language suspended and wrecked
can move about, consumed by other true
sensations in the body’s region
where you can feel the breath blending,
sterile, into the same word: inspiration,
a thin, white word that whispers everything
from the small mountain station of nothing..."
—Inger Christensen via
"∴rewind timebones' hit
splinter-mirth strait-screels, mine ribs
nane scratched through like ΓΎis
·
wheel-moon scrythes her watch
footprints gleam this howled dark
you, flame, and wold-roar∴"
--@wordingway.bsky.social
Scuffling with ICE in Minneapolis.
"It is the job of thinking people not to be on the side of the executioners."
—Albert Camus via @michiganpapa.bsky.social
"Man in Black Coat: As Saint Martin said, "Roma tibi subito motibus ibit amor." For my labors, you will go to Roma, summit of all your pursuits.
Ovid: [looking down at his dirt floor] I will act as though you didn't just spout palindromic Latin."
--Roundabout
"tell me a dead thing
and I believe
in that heat of discovery
I would have a fish
we bought it all
the cheat and the war
and the nothing
but night tomorrow
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 4 June 1662"
--@davebonta.bsky.social
skull candle
vends ullages
yellow blink
gray sky yearning
pyramid days
the blank slate
of the old lies
tiresome scorn
radio skips
pyramid days
ticket print
to prove purchase
scourge uptick
clawpair scuttle
pyramid days
Explore five medieval manuscripts just acquired by the British Library.
"You can't just add symbols to a book willy-nilly. It would bring about total anarchy, a dissolution of our linguistic foundations, if anybody who got a notion into his mind could just add symbols and claim that it is only his 'grammatical idiosyncrasy.' If I allow this, I must allow all individuals within my populous [sic] to add symbols at a whim, which I cannot do. Obviously, this is not practical. How would it work? Would a dictionary's author, at that point, just add symbol upon symbol, thus adding word upon word, just to satisfy Ovid's push toward linguistic innovation?" --Phong Nguyen, Roundabout (2020)
The Trump-Supreme Court battle is not really the crisis.
What is human nature?
The sum of our illusions.
whirlwind wage · rich darkness
set in fumblethwart
a catch in the throat · skill set
of shutting down scenes
collect data · turn your druthers
into bullseye hairs
ransack suits · the wrong crusade
dim morning waiting
the torn-up earth
"It’s only fair when a trailblazing woman gets burned that younger women pick up the torch."
You assume being lied to is not what people want.
"the ten commandments"
migraine rot
mangier riot
iron ragtime
omit earring
moraine grit
inmate rigor
martini ogre
a minor tiger
retro aiming
roaring time
Things that will be gone by 2029.
"The COVID-19 vaccines are the closest humans have come to a scientific feat like blowing up an asteroid headed to Earth in real time and saving millions, if not tens of millions, of lives. And conservatives are like, 'Witch!!' " --@thefarce.org
“Surely the day will come when color means nothing more than the skin tone when religion is seen uniquely as a way to speak one’s soul; when birth places have the weight of a throw of the dice and all men are born free, when understanding breeds love and brotherhood.”
– Josephine Baker via @citizenscreen.bsky.social
"BRINEMOUTH
i lick the leftover brine
to taste forgetting.
woke up in a skip
wearing a fake tooth
and no memory of kindness.
a toddler called me 'sir.'
i wept into a full-holed bucket.
my inbox is a graveyard
of autocorrected apologies.
today i am mostly
dust and loss."
--@thedevilstuna.bsky.social
The Three-Value Logic of Aymara.
"The Runes of Weland's Sword
A smith makes me
To betray my Man
In my first fight.
To gather Gold
At the world's end
I am sent.
The Gold I gather
Comes into England
Out of deep Water.
Like a shining Fish
Then it descends
Into deep Water.
It is not given
For goods or gear,
But for The Thing.
The Gold I gather
A King covets
For an ill use
The Gold I gather
Is drawn up
Out of deep Water.
Like a shining Fish
Then it descends
Into deep Water.
It is not given
For goods or gear,
But for The Thing."
--Rudyard Kipling via FGR
“In English, the past is said to be behind us, while the future lies ahead. In the Aymara language of Bolivia, however, the positions are reversed: the past is seen as in front, while the future—perhaps because it is impossible to see it—is always spoken of as if it were behind.” –@HaggardHawks
Truth-values previously. Cthia.
