( via / me )

Fire in the Blood: Harry Clarke.

"My books don't have a plot, they have a pot.

It's full of stew. I keep tossing in various ingredients and stirring, letting it simmer but never boil over into a giant mess.

The end of the book is when it's fully cooked and you can see what all these totally random ingredients have added up to." —@charliejane.bsky.social

Winter Entries.

"fremd retinal capture"

time capsule no keepsake
caught with the thirst trap snapshots
old crimes in the crimson
crinoid jungle twine new ones
& ev'rything i knew was wrong
spiral outcome, sports fans,
sped in the last clean meddle
one more thing i couldn't fix
instar chained to outflow
own geodesic curved lesion
shuld i write to shorten
shadows of what we did, lidless

To save us all from Satan's power.

( via / me )

Offering to the falcon god.

   darkness lessening
from tomorrow on—i feel
   the change already

this vigil outside the walls
more & more of them join me

"Our climate system is now at the edge of thresholds we once talked about as 'mid-century' problems.

"And of all the infirmities we have, the most savage, is to despise our being." —Montaigne, "On Experience" (Florio's tr)

JFK’s niece.

( expo 67 / via )

History of the Trailblazer.

"Idolatry is an armor, prevents pain from entering the soul." —Simone Weil

Seattle's monorail.

"song of Alpha Ralpha"

eclipse too well —warpspeed—
wade Lethe like mild guiledank
   Venus & crescent
   flerd most puissant

red, green, blue are bleeding
blameful lees, riddle-seasoned
   Venus & crescent
   flerd most puissant

Disneyland's.

( via / via )

Sol Station preserved, if not updated...

"The Moon upon her fluent Route (1528)

The Moon upon her fluent Route
Defiant of a Road—
The Star’s Etruscan Argument
Substantiate a God—

If Aims impel these Astral Ones
The ones allowed to know
Know that which makes them as forgot
As Dawn forgets them—now—"

—Emily Dickinson

The last time i did Lalande 21185. Second planet (aka "Pofu-pipya"*) in an 8.1y orbit. Third might be 215.62 days. This article is from June '25.

"The closest thing the left had to an answer to the question of what the future should look like (including aesthetically though with mixed results) was the green new deal. the petering out of that movement’s popular momentum in the Biden years has left a void that has yet to be filled"
—@katewagner.wehwalt.net ( thread )

Me: Been thinking about this a lot. i remember a time when it seemed like the Whole Earth Catalog would find a way. Then for awhile it was enough to live in some old, old building. Arcosanti got farther & farther off. Till one day we woke up & Mad Max had won.

Lalande 21185: the World's Instruction Book.

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* or "Pupa of yip"

( via / via )

1910s cat cartoon gif.

"We’re all suffering the way children of narcissistic parents, spouses of narcissist, employees, anyone who has to live a huge portion of their lives connected to someone who requires all the oxygen in any room to even begin to exist, suffer." —Catherynne Valente via

The perfect storm.

"old memories
like tangled fish hooks
impossible
to pick up only one
without all the others"

—an'ya

"One of the hardest things is to have difference without antagonism or rank."

( via / me )

You’re not the most oxygenated trout in the river. (thread)

wine of vie lance wailing
Mirrabooka worked nearer
déjà voodoo vision
& evade sleep sheepishly
tie on my wrist test case
tangled in zugzwang portents
still to enact stark terms
unsticks the fall's berg gallstone
further blown by blithe clicks
no bleach this stain sained this time
& the soft clutched clutter
cleansed with knowledge earned altarwise

Tired of words.

"In Averoigne the lamia sings
To lyres restored from tombs antique,
And lets her coiling tresses fall
Before a necromantic glass.
She sees her vein-drawn lovers pass,
Faintly they cry to her, and all
The bale they find, the bliss they seek,
Is echoed in the tarnished strings
That tell archaic things."

—@klarkasht.bsky.social

Calfclose Bay.

( via / via )

Aria Math.

Saving the box something came in, because only that one is the right size.

Nemesis.

"PUPPETEER (Anagrammed Lines)

A random theatre gig.
I tame, drag or nag the
haggard marionette.
I am greater than God."

—@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

"..wit is the sniper rifle of humor, and using it on authority figures works about as well as using a full-auto BB gun on a rabid grizzly."

( via / via )

AI bounty hunters.

"Dallas is a rich man with a death wish in his eye" —Joe Ely

View from Uitliberg.

"La Vita Nuova

Last summer, in the blue heat,
Over the beach, in the burning air,
A legless beggar lurched on calloused fists
To where I waited with the sun-dazed birds.
He said, 'The summer boils away. My life
Joins to another life; this parched skin
Dries and dies and flakes away,
Becomes your costume when the torn leaves blow.'

--Thus in the losing autumn,
Over the streets, I now lurch
Legless to your side and speak your name
Under a gray sky ripped apart
By thunder and the changing wind."

—Weldon Kees

"On Wednesday, November 12, all but three of the 15 Dallas City Council members approved exploratory measures for privatizing Dallas City Hall, the public space where they work and where citizens regularly convene. These so-called leaders seek to sell the 11.8-acre community site, demolishing its iconic Brutalist building designed by celebrated architect I.M. Pei and completed in 1978 and a large public plaza with a reflecting pool and sculptures, including Henry Moore’s biomorphic bronze 'Three Forms Vertebrae (LH 580a),' or 'The Dallas Piece' (1968, cast 1978)."

( via / me )

Wow how did they ever make a movie of that.

"The Doctor Will Return

The surgical mask, the rubber teat
Are singed, give off an evil smell.
You seem to weep more now that heat
Spreads everywhere we look.
It says here none of us is well.

The warty spottings on the figurines
Are nothing you would care to claim.
You seem to weep more since the magazines
Began revivals on the Dundas book.
It says here you were most to blame.

But though I cannot believe that this is so,
I mark the doctor as a decent sort.
I mix your medicine and go
Downstairs to leave instructions for the cook.
It says here time is getting short.

That I can believe. I hear you crying in your room
While watching traffic, reconciled.
Out in the park, black flowers are in bloom.
I picked some once and pressed them in a book.
You used to look at them, and smile."

—Weldon Kees

The face of Grok, revealed.

"So we all walk through this insane clown maze of illusions trying to figure out which one is the real Pennywise, and as it turns out, not knowing what’s real and what isn’t might be the most effective nerfing of the revolutionary impulse ever devised." —Catherynne Valente via

Juju Dance Group.

( via / me)

First plausible hypercube.

"A shadow of a ghost, revealed with patience." —@wattswheelhouse.bsky.social

Woven.

"unseen yelping of the geese"

pavane clouds devouring
vast cumbersome stir-sands;
my old ghosts gather,
gawk plentitude shut-down
they thought groundstalworth
& stede-imminent,
sunblock

losing my religion

pavane vertigo cartwheel
the vile poohbah's death's-Uber
under subfusc skies rent
by scalding thoughts, bots wheeling:
wire bearers in winter
wone the golden mornlight

jesus was a sailor

windshield beads wedeln
werewolf countdown cureworn
   the scribe frowns
unscrambles rede
   makes his turn—
bearish tidings

something wicked this way

damp leaves clump & litter
along the thronged roadway curb
twist-effigy ultion
angrily ignored on board
   gifts flourish
in the crammed flat

deep and crisp and even

"You do, too."

( via / via )

News deserts.

understanding more
those cultures who could raise up
megalithic heaps
& then one day look at them
& walk into the jungle

I've always been fascinated with the traditional embroidery 💜 I've tried to incorporate a bit of that style into my art 💜.

"Having AI write a book for me, then having a second AI read the book and write a summary of it, then having a third AI read that summary and write a short version of that summary, then having a fourth AI read that summary to me, then having a fifth AI tell me whether I enjoyed it"
—@thehyyyype.bsky.social

Meanwhile in Infectious Diseases Clinic...

( via / via )

Iowa supercell.

"of real knowledge there be little, yet of books there are a plenty" —@mobydickatsea.bsky.social

Walking the Plank.

the captain has nailed
a gold doubloon to the mast
ev'ryone tells him
what a brilliant chase this is
& how lucky we all are

Death's ready to party.

( via / via )

Loomine/The Creation.

"Mar-a-Logos

sleep-whispering wildwood
a road i won't yodel—
caladiums lapping
in the footloose sootfall

codex frisbee
thick mist of a mountain
street murmurous turmoil
in the cool hall coilname

charge-inconstant radix
codex frisbee
drone not even aimed
relict amber horseshoe

elusive tag in limbo
begets lipipoopdeck
codex fisbee
horntoad cornerstone handstand

follow the harsh marshlights
great labyrinth grilsecourse
planet-agroof vanguard
codex frisbee

frass regolith wrongfoot
proffered arrears sheerzimmë
fridge magnet monster
dry-immerse eyeball

codex frisbee
firn defenestrace
Desco fever heaving
to the sconce dark scuppered

map-askance & pantsless
codex frisbee
cruel parable pieface
dives parlor Carlsbad

blitzkrieg default fantod
as told Foghorn Leghorn
codex frisbee
too many miles tattered

the cold turnstile goaldim
launched into space Spätstil
now you come spout drumly
codex frisbee

in which poets prancing
try the proof of roofdive
whole worlds go away while
some bleak whammy gambols

codex frisbee
since no one else asked me
our mild aches were raked up
& made godlike gossamer

O years ago roguethwart
codex frisbee
O clubs of equal clueless
the night class whose password

might be realm surrender
umber the rock socket
codex frisbee
umber the airt closet

& knew only heroes
who lost the one lesson
their spiels left for veal pens
codex frisbee

who built Babel nightly
& yet buried heirlooms
i dedicate catnip
i say call it squalor

codex frisbee
no guardians gainsay
redbrick gallop led here
ends in shade & ashes

so i ask what task was
botched in the staged Bardo
codex frisbee
you ever booked severance

& it was just jimson
weed in the jewelled hubble
bubble just needless feedback
codex frisbee

upon some roof raptured
while the bankrupt tinsel
played like radar fountain

Mass shootings by country over time.

"The very skies were fraught with oppression, and we breathed beneath them as in a sepulcher, forever sealed with all its stagnancies of corruption and slow decay, and darkness impenetrable save to the fretting worm." —@klarkasht.bsky.social

Cover My Face.

( via / december reading )

Mothra dragging Godzilla by the tail.

"[L]ine-for-line perfect anagram of Hamlet’s 'To Be or Not to Be' soliloquy. (That is, I anagrammed 'To be, or not to be, that is the question' to make the first line below, and so on.)

HALT ME

I sob to be, to quiet that other sonnet:
the End himself, the wrens of retribution....
To suffer sorrow’s league and air out nothings
or break its stalemate-saga out of reason
and die, deploy, be gone to thy spent poems?
A wooden temple broadens any eyes;
hence thou, snared, ask that thou hear tell, and ask
that Life Incessant rooms you — His the atom!
Yet, Piety, the loud weed looses doubt....
Our death creeps there, becomes the leap inert;
a nowhere — falsehood, myth, peacetime fast dreamt.
Or does the faithful soul, which fell, flame new?
Persist must we; the rest vague speech
that lies, can’t mollify a smoke, a fog
of bitter fear, deep wounds, low shores which moan....
To perch or plummet, go to prayers’ shown oneness?
Steal Life, his gazed supply, or Death endow?
To pause in coffin-flesh or end the scene?
That is the private torment: Know thy fate
when Kismet, hem high, qualifies the muse,
but know so bare the braided whole, His feared Law,
until fate’s verge, a red or tawny dawn
(both fade), is granted to the heart that fumed.
Endure or rot? My choice — whose tune-fond verbs
return the azure soul’s repellent will —
reveals a howl-bruised heart, the meek as sane....
The rotten know a fly-hot snow of teeth;
clocks swerve the coals, and so I am confused:
Do I unleash into the now, thus feature?
Depart with haste; choke life, its gothic soul?
Do I Zen-path and grant for me time present?
Draw weary curtains, shattering their hurt?
Of acts (they mount)? Of noose? A wooden nail?
His infinite horizon or thy hem? Appeal!
Remember: man sees blindly."

—@anthonyetherin.bskysocial

Winter Sleep.

Forever chemicals: serve from chalice.

"When University of Wyoming professor Robert Hemenway put an author’s query in the New York Times Book Review in 1971, it was the first mention of Hurston’s name in a major publication since her death."

( via / via )

Outrider Witness.

"I can hear the TV playing below me, its static choked up with voices, because in the mouth of the beast there are more beasts.”
—Agents of Dreamland

Huron Carol.

"etruscans"

myrrhwind in the war zone
winter's sunshine grief munches
payback & pearl ribbon
appraised once at dope-blazon

ghost whisper the gas-price-
gone numbers a crumb chanted

traces if we let them

Blessed are the sad.

( via / me )

Another Labyrinth.

gurgle from the shew-stone
the day’s orifice wider
forgetful of onset
no vistas now but weird

having to learn new names
loyalty reports in verse
lost anyway but serve
with bated ways & means

Love Apart.

"...tearing across the synthetic twen-cen landskip..." —Barefoot in the Head

" 'Those Jews who remained in Antopol were not so lucky,' ruefully recounts the book, which was first discussed in Hatemonger by journalist Jean Guerrero. It adds that most of those who remained in Wolf Laib’s town 'were murdered by the Nazis'."

( via / via )

Timelapse of Orion, Sirius, Mars, and the Pleiades over West Oahu.

"There was the same sense of utter loss and alienation…the same vertiginous, overwhelming bewilderment, the same ghastly sense of separation from all the familiar environmental details that give color, form and definition to our lives and even determine our very personalities."
—@klarkasht.bsky.social

Dallas.

“MOONLESS MOONLIGHT (Aelindrome in Pi) 31415926535897

Low, fatal nights! Late, moonless…. Tense, we glitch.
We swim bled sky, along the ashy glow.
Shy glow along the ambled sky, we switch.
We glisten — see slate moonlight’s natal flow.”

—@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

The Road Goes on Forever.

( via / via )

His way of conveying his gratitude for staying in Australia.

    shootings reach— gun-rotten—
    refuge, even, where grieving
    the died-too-soon, seldom
    strikes. (pull ahead.) "like" 's quand'ry...

park where i want mid-December.
  geese are howling in the echoing cold.

The era of the mass market paperback is coming to an end.

"in his poor opinion, the wondrous whale was but a species of magnified mouse, or at least water-rat, requiring only a little circumvention and some small application of time and trouble in order to kill and boil" —@mobydickatsea.bsky.social

One of the murals of Cacaxtla in Tlaxcala.

( via / via )

5-10-15 Hours.

   stout Cortez
lone studio
   absence sent
holy hour
   don't-think-back-
anymore birth
   of love's grasp
of a soul's grain

Solar flare closeup.

"When will my husband return from the war on Christmas" —@prufrockluvsong.bsky.social

Izgubljena.

( via / via )

Wassailing.

" 'You must have been tired,' said Toad.

'I was tired,' said Frog, 'and it started to rain.' " —@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

Brixham lighthouse in the setting sun.

chill crescent a crown whirled
crabwise my map frabjous
the desert's blare destined
to draw me worm army
broad daylight the bricks crack
abrupt talk of captives
whisper against wharfcrowds
bound wherry impairment
a windshield scrape scripture
scribble where no orb shines
erasure's hand hustles
happily the keepers
have fangled green grotto
for grisly lunch watches
full of the erst echoes
armature of sermons
even as turn-token
attains simmer moment
spirit spans the desert
speaks to the clown only
clobbers the clown inly
no clue or else false lead
which dutiful fastens
& foists as if mystic
lunar fission lambent
along some scorch beachhead
once wandered to, questing

Chill crescent.

( via / via via )

Heard Marais again. What can i do?

   love asks things of us
like plasticware warped by use
   the light not yet born
that will show this arrangement
the way it will all make sense

Women Help Women.

"...solve and salve life's robulous rebus" —Finnegans Wake

Meanwhile in Bulgaria.

( via / via )

The Shortcut.

"In 2015 they said that Windows 10 will be the last version of Windows, what they actually meant that it would be the last good version of windows." —@alexcheetah.bsky.social

The Lost Children.

"rapture"

begging vagabondage
abuts hobo doughboys
under a woned welkin
word apogee tap dance
sepia-film summer
sent integer hoicking
each mile still remembered
mole's advance to answers
each loss an enlistment
in loiter-stay payoff
the dawns gathered gazing
congruent worlds swirl through
& bluegray bleakness

Probing the solar wind.

( via / via )

Flyby of Ganymede.

rustpumpkin-hued racecourse
rich liquid Parkwood corner
the dead sky of skraelings

Twilight of Wisdom.

“People lived out their lifetimes, I reflected, taking strange actions, never aware that their actions were motivated by some Operator.” –𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠

"We live in a timeline that says AI domination is inevitable, there will be no future except constant war on a dead Earth, and the people with the most money will get to decide who and what survives." (via @nkjemisin.bsky.social)