Monday, October 19, 2026
Sunday, October 18, 2026
Expo '70 on my mind again...
"The fact that 'do-gooder' is a put-down tells you everything you need to know about the human race." —@johnlyon.bsky.social
"Typhoon
Cloud has crunched on · the crowns peerless,
skyscraper scalps. Skin of city
lies rinsed entire; rain makes merry,
gutters gabble. Engorged façade
is typhoon frowning · face at weak-set
works of humans. In such a woven murk
thread-mist thrusts one · to throw footstep,
mislay the lines, linger endangered
in the roadway’s rush, lose the selfhood
that beats boundaries · between beast and soul."
—Thaliarchus via
to ride the suicide machine
obscenely born, obscenely hawked
no wizard prior could concoct;
unlocked, Pandora's octave white.
recitals of our plight be moot,
permutes heists of loot galore
which we may garner nevermore
nor ford cold river's portal back.
"Vampire getting ready for a party by mixing all the blood types in a punch bowl"
—@prufrockluvsong.bsky.social
America now has second-generation school shooting survivors.
"...it was the Enlightenment philosophes who most shaped what became the modern image of Byzantium."
"All the noise I make in this life isn’t mine but rather part of some discordant harmonizing to which, season after season, I hum along."
—Steve Edwards via
(tr Mallarmé: Le vierge, le vivace et le bel aujourd'hui)
Never-before, this sunrise: will it be the one
to jailbreak us · with one sozzled wingflap
this tarn stern forgot · where under ice
a plain glacier broods · of flights not braved!
Erstwhile Swan, that glory recall
hopeless to · deliver you
for never ululating · livable realms
when from bare winter · boredom coruscates.
Its neck wholly free · of this frigid grief
imposed by space · on the skeptic bird—
but not the disgust · of a feather-held field.
Phantom by its panoply · to this land appointed
it's snagged in a dream · of cold contempt
that robes in bootless · banishment, Swan.
"green star green ink"
groundcovering sip
labyrinth of anthems
traversed. viral forecasts
invest with loud powder
the inchmeal isles faunching
four cents on the dollar
"Early hominins didn’t march out into the savanna to become grassland obligates; they became the ultimate opportunists. They exploited whatever the shifting Pliocene landscape threw at them." —Seth Chagi via











