these dog days · adorned with rife
helter skelter · scoriac swevens
pale cerulean · riddlesome dome's
arglebargle · bullies on steroids
private prisons · reprise Auschwitz
boogie woogie · waged betimes
I am the Darkness of the Night.
"for you too, my wrens
but nightfall brings
winter begins"
--@poemexe.com
"Toad sat on the edge of his bed. 'Blah,' said Toad. 'I feel down in the dumps.'
'Why?' asked Frog.
'I am thinking about tomorrow,' said Toad."
--@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social
The First Planned Migration of an Entire Country.
ætherskiff stepped skimply
skiing across horseflesh
a curtained hour ill-used
only to build hell-daze
costumes & sets sifted
savagely to lodge once
year lost in the levee's
loosening now pressed back
R A Lafferty and the Brainwright.
"THE FAILED CARTOGRAPHER (Palindrome)
Demand a hill, at solid nadir….
Damn it!
One morn,
I saw I was in Rome,
not in Madrid,
and I lost all I had named...."
--@anthonyetherin.bsky.social
Robot dances, until it doesn't.
"birth rates aren't down because of woke, they're down because it's terrifying to raise kids in a fascist hellscape" --@jediofgallifrey.bsky.social
"Authorities won't be going door to door, committing every trans person."
"Sometimes the historical dictionary offers solace through the existence of an obsolete word that is sorely needed now. One of them is ‘respair’, recorded just once, in the 15th century. It means fresh hope, and a recovery from despair." --@susiedent.com
goblin garnish · a gift spewed
aspired sporange · spurious touchdown
bear fat blended · with bold min'rals
watch scatterlings weave · weird diaspora
from a clay cloud · on a dark day
the streets strand · empty casings
the Æther irey · with intimate scorn
roiled hourly · rumbled richly
has its tilt tale · tilled by idiots
between fathoms · forage no harm
attempting talk · or tender silence
a burning blaze · follows the pilgrim
& words wither · into wasp nests lost
a summer's sulk · a sentence finished
"i wish we had a sane and stable national politics so we could treat 'lebron james sends cease and desist to AI company making pregnant videos of him' the most important story of the week that it deserves to be" --@lauren.rotatingsandwiches.com
it will not be hard
to let this slip from our minds
in the days to come
the ones who were standing by
the ones who thought they were right
Finnish Star Wars palindrome poem.
grasp fades at
greebled whisper
the pale sky
scoured by failure
"Fairbridge hadn't been loosed of any of his old agonies, but at least he had learned that they were funny." --RA Lafferty
Cheesehenge. (Which is almost a better word than it is a concept.)
"Differences are not spoken of and at once there are none, because the bullies have won, like those snails in Moorea, and we all recall how pleasant and rewarding and eccentric, if you can say that about something spiral, the old snails were." —Debatable Land
"...(if only John Ronald could appear and tell us what this passage actually means!)"
"When blistered
with lack of goodbye
that is when the soul
becomes banshee-like"
—@sunblissful.bsky.social
the twister's twee · twerk-vestal
i pass perking · with brass piffle
hexagon hive · with wax hunger
false-fortified
"...form as proceeding, and shape as superinduced..."
"i waited
the melting snowman
a woman sits alone
a pelican's glide"
—@poemexe.com
"His disposition did not allow for the things upon which Alec feared he had wasted his life, shades, vagaries and tentative hues." —Debatable Land
"...we wander the stands, stalls and hallways of a notional trade fair, and where the illusion of cosy intimacy and friendliness – the decorated cubicles for meetings, the drinks receptions, the musical performances – are at odds with the corporate reality of such gatherings, which are essentially transactional rather than poetic." (via @mjohnharrison.bsky.social)
robots reading robots writing robots grading
—riddles no trade partner—
brave new world for Wyvern
to wander like Raven conned
Facsimile engravings by Benjamin Pouncy.
cicalatide kidnap
cancer to a dance beat
all those icebergs faze me
Illig tells the knell's clasp
Holstein sky or skirl-trace
askew we bin lentils
watch this switchblade case me
Willard Red Hat's ratfink
"Lunchables for Men (they're the same thing as the original, but the box is black with dark gray letters)" --@stefanthinks.bsky.social
"These wastelanded areas are, paradoxically, vital for the colonial project."
"WE HAVE LONG SINCE LEFT THE INFORMATION AGE. WELCOME TO THE AGE OF NOISE" --@hthrflwrs.bsky.social
"Certainly some magick happened."
dark work on the dork line
daedal spider's needfire
sharp sheep claim a shipment
shelter falters meltwise
Killing Joke thread with many links.
"It’s a gnostic noir detective series of poems."
"fireworks show ...
all the migrants (except me)
on the rooftop
think they are on the way
to somewhere brighter"
—Chen-ou Liu
Atlas Poetica, 30, 2017 via @evecastle.bsky.social
"You know that scene in an action movie when the bad guy runs through the kitchen of a restaurant and pulls down all the pots and pans behind him to slow down his pursuers? We're in that part of the Trump presidency." --@jasonkander.bsky.social
Attic Windows of the Infinite.
Tired of being talked to, a kind of hydrophobia.
"Everyone
Everyone has written beautifully
of things that haunt the decade,
of reasons for absconding
with a history of pain,
of the dull shackled brain,
and everyone’s come up a glorious
idiot—still blind to the fire
that licks and laps our ankles.
Myself included: I’ve sunned my soul
in the flames, as they rose,
expecting any day
to hear the gospel of
a technologic fix, an end
to want, to death, to meaning;
hoisted up by my own amphetamines,
entrusted with the whole sick crew,
and the death of an author,
and the death of the new…
Some spirit raced across the plain
that stretches from Earth to Heaven,
that stretches back
a thousand years,
to deep engines of
our primordial guilt—
and it secreted through the centuries
a word or two, once written,
depositing its frank hieratic script
on the doorstep,
where we stare.
And I read the news
which promised it was true,
but in between the lines I caught
the clearest conversation,
which blew my mind out
like a childhood candle,
saying: 'I am the century’s decay,
the engine of fertility,
and the end is so forever near,
why love—why linger
anywhere at all?'
And the answer all around
hummed, invisibly,
ensconced in sheer air:
'Illusions now,
and illusions then,
sad history of becoming;
you cannot make the void tremble,
but only speak one word,
and it will be
an unexplainable thing.' "
--Julia Ostrowski in The Hinternet
the shark-scarecrow shadow
shunted off the cough track
adroit drottkvætt locust
drizzles grisly hawkings
fields where quailed a foundry
fistulas lisp passwords
When Laura Riding collected her poetry she divided them into "Poems of immediate occasion" & "Poems of final occasion" though i defy anyone to sort them blindfolded. Truth is, it's all immediate occasions--sometimes gestated in years--but who can say? What i observe is certain words, certain images swim into my orbit; sometimes they spin a bit & escape, sometimes they become a moon.
"It has not been detected by instrumentation, but by para-instrumentation. This is the infant science of gathering data from patterns of failure of instruments, and of making deductions from those failure patterns. What our finest instruments fail to detect is at least as important as what they do detect. In some cases it is more so." --RA Lafferty
"perfected machine"
targe of steadfast stories—
staring poorly muffled
through are the thronged ruins—
no threat to us yet we rend
targe quotidian orgy
turgid gorgeous backdrop
aspirin wipes a whisper—
weatherclad valley of death
Detailed Architecture of the L 98-59 System and Confirmation of a Fifth Planet in the Habitable Zone.
spider-riddled sputnik
despair cherish glumly
caught in the kite tree-maw
kibble tribulation
brunch that mentions brimstone
to break acred graveyard
celadon gale gaveled
forgotten jot — sputnik
All the old horsemen of the apocalypse come roaring back with gibberish in their mouths & certainty in their gaze.
“Men go through life telling themselves a moment must come when they will show what they're made of. And the moment comes, and they do show. And they spend the rest of their days explaining that was neither the moment nor the true self.”
― Shirley Hazzard, The Transit of Venus via @nonsuckbook.bsky.social
An Earth directed CME is on the way.
"winter solitude
after the fireworks
drinking alone"
—poemexe.com
No One Can Say They Didn't Know.
Harm.
Betelbuddy charted
—barter the corral-hours—
stained glass of a gleaned nib
glee & dying scion
we await blurt kablooey
bluesky & no prior peep
giant's shoulder juddered
"Teach meaning-making as an empowering skill rather than the search for meaning as a haunting imperative." --@jarodkanderson.bsky.social
The Present Speaks of Past Pain.
Cover versions that are better.
"Charts have the unimprovable truth of discovery in their words. They admit that little is yet known though much said, and most of it fearful. Not much advance has ben made, when you look at the charts, since the time when plumb lines were all the sonar there was." —Debatable Land
"recrudescence"
termite time · squelch darkness
the rule rustles · wrenck vermilion
grand jury
rigged jerry
rage jelly
grin elegy
termite built · tower of zugzwang
broken gaze · gallumphing homeward
maniacal din
in the skewed dawn
patter down
blitz garden
shaky steps · effaced shortly
"As though a profound malady is exhumed.."
"black & shining palace"
season of such inchmeal
solace-atrophy i crawl
glowing with Norse glasnost
glitterchariot faring
"He said that the larger bifurcates were too stupid to be a nuisance. We should have known that the stupider the creature the more of a nuisance it is." —RA Lafferty
"For an exile, there are no continuities, merely succession." --Debatable Land
"The America depicted in Morning Pledge cannot exist without Alligator Alcatraz." (via Mefi)
unreal city, simmered
soma & dim carnage
pale cerulean pastimes
the part of closedown that flows
"∴ goatmask’d sibyl yowls
train thy sins in foxglove-faire
promisedpearl winkles
·
riddlerope reravels
'neath morn’s hagsnickered hymnal-lyht
sonne sownds thru stigmæ ∴"
—@wordingway.bsky.social
"when is the president going to mandate that every (remaining) federal employee smoke at work" --@notalegalrecord.net
"Spotify is publishing new, AI-generated songs on the official pages of artists who died years ago."
"He feared the death of imagination as a devastation. To him the end of the imagination would pour salt into any meadows that remained fertile on the earth, and plough it in so that there would be an end to things for all time. The annihilation of his own imagination he knew would come; that of some men somewhere on the abandoned earth he had to believe would somehow continue to burn. That was his faith and he had never confided it to another; for that reason he held a form of conversation with the principle he had to believe was not his only, coming closer than he recognised to prayer." —Debatable Land
"a frigate called ego"
a hundred more, murdered:
mildly news as filed here
death on a pale dollop
day's unwieldy razor
many ill omelas
on my dish perishing
this beige-born occasion
so bitter visited
"I'm old enough to have worried about the ozone layer." —@naguibmechawar.bsky.social
Questions from Gaza's children.
