Friday, January 02, 2026

( via / grosz (?) & gesualdo by joe coleman )

Free Bird. Though naturally i had to doubt for a second if it was real.

"True poems are fires. Poetry is propagating everywhere, its conquests lit with shivers of pleasure or pain.
One should write in a language that is not the mother tongue.
The four cardinal points are three: South and North.
A poem is something that will be.
A poem is something that never is, but ought to be.
A poem is something that never has been, that never can be.
Flee from the eternal sublime, if you don't want to die flattened by the wind."

Altazor

Goddess of Liminality.

"I was a string in the harp of enchantment for nine years." —The Book of Taliesin, tr Gwengvryn Evans (1915)

Never letting go.

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