( me / via )

Stolpersteine.

“Elle moves her queen’s knight ahead two spaces and one space west.” —Black Helicopters (=Durkin’s Attack)

A Late Walk. (via @evecastle.bsky.social)

we flee in wolf-pursued SLEDS
from the prospect of a permanent LABEL
clouds are EBONY

radar DENSE
with red · though ransomware is SLYER
poetry should be left-FLUSH

witness-statement trembling & LANKY
the daws just UNDID
blind SKIER

metalflake Cadillac -plane (skidding) HYDRO-
pivot to pick an ASTER
or pump SHALE

waiting on TAXES
“living longer” like it was mine to ELECT
symphony of Brutalist crisp RESTS

UTD Brutalist Flickr set. (When i was going there, i called it “Dr Strangelove without the Bomb.”)

( via / wikipedia?—i proposed for lojban )

"Snails were the guardians of the Pi ratios of the vault."

Out here, beside the turquoise pool,
unshielded from the traffic sounds,
i yet may dream of frozen moons—
or lying on a sun-dry towel.

No inspiration trammels where
the clockwork of a verse-wright grinds.
So Gautier who took such pains
could lose the tuning of his lyre.

Two shades of weathered wood enclose,
& both still darkened by the damp.
Some birds i hear, who sound like hope,
& less like all the other jazz.

Perhaps i may be on the mend
after so many days spent tiptoe
high on a wire, no ground in sight:
& uncompanioned save by wind.

Lifeforms.

Tribunal from the distant future. Brings up a 21c human for questioning. Who is unable to provide anything but lying or nonsensical answers, to every question.

Theme from Laura.

( kenmei fukiage in asemic on fb / Cleopatra Testing Poisons on Condemned Prisoners [1887] by Alexandre Cabanel [French, 1823-1889]. Royal Museum of Fine Arts Antwerp. As described in Plutarch's Lives [Mark Antony] via The Long Victorian )

The Beauty of Cyberpunk.

“A caliph rebuilds the Taj Mahal out of nightmares.” –@MagicalRealismBot
(Somehow this sounds like 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑝ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 21𝑐.)

One of Wales’s most infamous hauntings.

“CHOIR OF STRINGS (Palindrome)

Noise: Lyre.
Venom: music.
I’m any drone,
risen or of speed.

Divas send, as stress,
a mood for a bass.

A bar of doom
asserts sadness:
avid deeps,
for one siren or dynamic.

I summon every lesion…”

—@AnthonyEtherin/ @anthonyetherin.bsky.social

"So, am I done resurrecting Russophone Hollywood?"

( laura ostteen in dallas filth on fb / via )

Chess limericks.

“a summer shower
skeleton
now mine”

—@poem_exe

My Father Returns as a Luna Moth.

“For all’s not gold that glitters; and everything that makes an inky black aqueous solution isn’t the pure oxyrhodomate salt of platinum.” –@HarrySKeeler

System and Diaectics of Art.

( via / me )

Skyscraper.

“Whilst Viking knights fight griffins, I skirmish with the riddling sphinx…” –𝐸𝑢𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑎

"I wanted it to look like Dostoevsky's notebooks."

muezzin of nothingness
we frame with a crossing of wires
attentive to all the blurs
though they be tidingless

O Tower of Darkness sere
i have made my approach
perfected this tinny speech
to one that threads the door

"I’ve always had a strong feel for the 7 African Powers, who I feel have aways blessed me."