Sunday, October 25, 2026
"how can one elegy stitch your/ map of wounds."
"directory of forgotten purposes"
old battlefields haunt my
playground sloom in debts'
crookdark soil
Afternoons and Early Evenings.
"Even if meant in jest, Burgess once gave a revealing answer in response to the question, 'On what occasions do you lie?' to which he replied: 'When I write, when I speak, when I sleep.' " —@thememoryhole via
"Janet was dismissed by the art world as a self-taught housewife and grandmother, while Pollock was celebrated as a revolutionary genius." —@sarahfuchss via
Sweet are the songs of bitterness and bliss.
“All is laughter, all is dust, all is nothing,
for all that is cometh from unreason.”
—Glycon, The Greek Anthology, x.124 (tr Paten) (In Lojban.)
I Was Taught to Read Using an Alphabet That No Longer Exists.
blaze at Eagle's Nest
wolfish smile
dark swoop home
crowds hoist bosh
Things tribalism is not the answer to: everything that's a real problem.
Saturday, October 24, 2026
",,,ultimately I view a poem in translation as a poem written by two people - and nobody objects to a song written by two people." —Huck via
"He misunderstood what people wanted. He thought it was answers..."
"The Flying Fox
At times the vision settles in his eyes
like water clearing in a muddy stream;
half-waked, he seems to hold the whole of day
englobed within the amber of his dream.
All light is at the edge of what he thinks
as, dense with dreams, he tents each arching bone
against the fabric of his wings and sinks
into himself, as if his sleep alone
could still the will that urges him to flight.
His senses strain against the fading light
like a dog claws the chain around his neck.
Night undoes that knot: then, great wings unfurled,
he holds his voice out like a hand to stroke
the solid edges of a dreaming world."
—Tyndall Brandon
"October
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost —
For the grapes’ sake along the wall."
—Robert Frost
"thinking about cosmologist Steven Weinberg's reflections on scientific enterprise again, written in 1977 — 'The effort to understand the universe is one of the very few things that lifts human life a little above the level of farce, and gives it some of the grace of tragedy.' "
—@jjvincent
“Trump’s got the White House looking like Saddam Hussein opened up a Cheesecake Factory.” - Barack Obama in Ohio. (via @sundaedivine.lol)
"Not miles of sea
nor mountain snow
Could cool this constant fire;
The moth knows not
the lamp's far flame
Yet circles its desire,
And I, a smaller
creature still,
Beat wings against your pyre."
—@greachan.bsky.social
"Perchance the moon caught:
An eerie stench of black wolves,
beleaguering bane."
—@authorsidbasu
But here’s the thing: It’s not just about convenience. It’s about authenticity.
"A superman movie but the whole thing is just Clark Kent fighting story deadlines and newspaper funding cuts" —@thehyyype.bsky.social
Joseph Mugnaini: illustrations from "War of the Worlds".
"The Empire was drawing to a close. It killed at its leisure..."
"The true enemy of literature is passionate about literature; he or she works with and within literature and uses literature as a weapon in some extraliterary quarrel." —Amit Majmudar via
Heat Lightning on Lake Michigasn.
front the unknown fropwards
friend weldbook, held back
teacher in tall dudgeon
tarry harbor
loops of barbed wire warpspeed
go, little book, gawky
togetherness of feathers
crisp whisper
front the unknown fropwards
Friday, October 23, 2026
"And an altarpiece was never a portrait of God. It shows what a church wants you to believe about God."
"the blurry messenger"
still dark
here to vote
south nook
what fate dodge
plans foil
In the 1960s public schools had special classrooms for the “educable mentally handicapped.” Most of those kids had lead poisoning.
Lead paint was banned in U.S. in 1978.
Leaded gasoline was banned in 1996.
Kids’ blood levels dropped by 95%.
Bans work. We should ban shit again." —@ssteoingraber1.bsky.social
"The difference between modern and non-modern societies was once marked by the presence or absence of certain forms of rationality but now that difference might as well be marked by the presence or absence of the category of fiction." —Simon During via
"cry bastion"
the day's posed palette
deponent wisp enters
one shade brings
back, jaws snapping
"As I look about,
no blossoms, no autumn leaves,
only a thatched hut by the shore
in the autumn dusk."
—Teika via
"Last summer, Scientific American's owners were stalking the site, making sure it wasn't being too critical of Trump. This summer, the magazine was sold and gutted." —Emmet Fraizer via
Rubik's Cube-solving robot dog.
Lines for LBG-30, Computer, Poet.
"We shall find the cube of the rainbow..." —Emily Dickinson via
ullagethrist pastime
pert gen'ralship bulwark
minstrel botch
egghead fathom
Ouachita Parish · pagbeast wristwatch
misplaced grimoire moiré
marrow of roam homeward
minstrel botch
stone bothering
ullagethrist thronged · pantherish hush
"Casino IV
‘Whichever way we decide, there are risks.’
Citizen, you’ll never understand House
if you think of it in ontic terms. Don’t name me
such-and-such a statistical law, this or that shady
bookmaker, or rows upon rows of rigged machines.
House is the presence that allows all houses to come
into being. Even this house is but one of House’s
many wagers, on which it has staked our nation’s
savings. Fear not though: House always wins."
—Caleb Leow in Bad Lilies
His book on teaching a computer to draw is fascinating & important.
"...in the year since it’s exploded to 6.8 million, which means there are now more people subscribing here than to the Guardian, the Financial Times, the Atlantic, and the New Yorker combined. I’m read on a scale that’s usually reserved for people who write novels in which it all turns out to be the husband’s fault." —Sam Kriss via
I'd like to see average new york rents added to the same graph. Artists & writers got priced out of the city following the 60s. In fact, when it comes to concentrations of creativity, i'm a geographic determinist. I saw it happen here, in Deep Ellum & then Oak Cliff.
"TPMS"
undertowbeneath Nabi
annul mirthless surface
absent even converse
instress of red guesswork
wraith citadel southpaw
sibtchidna, Charon's Yiddish
trauma of the not-yet named
Thursday, October 22, 2026
gray maroon Ardbeg
rubber covered carframe
words underwater
i snatch them like minnows
livingroom rabbits
gray maroon Ardbeg
rubber covered carframe
Jane.
"Nowadays it covers a broader spectrum, as the meanings of 「詩」 (shi) and 「歌」 (uta) shifted, but the term itself, in that earlier sense, was like an aiaigasa (相合傘), the umbrella shared by two lovers, under which stand poetry governed by Chinese tonal and rhyme rules and poetry governed by Japanese mora count." —@vstokyo via
Looney Tunes AI boomerslop on Facebook.
No matter how nihilistic i become—it's never enough.
The Times They Are a-Changin'.
"war dogs"
crookfief
dim ammo, used
stompface coign—
why allow moth
rest
Joan Didion on John Huston's The Night of the Iguana.
"the mild endurance"
five cop cars at Kroger
man on the ground shackled
move along, nothing to see
i go to my car parked
i go to my car parked
not even phone photo
affords me unGordian
move along, nothing to see
another day dithering
another day dithering
five cop cars at Kroger
call across the fall air
move along, nothing to see
the nether world pearled here
the nether world pearled here
not even phone photo
to fend my shush socials
move along, nothing to see
go back to murk noting
go back to murk noting
five cop cars at Kroger
two weeks & then what
move along, nothing to see
Cloudcuckooland wants me
Cloudcuckooland wants me
not even phone photos
"Note that contemporaries like Laibach, Coil, Psychic TV, and Whitehouse were pursuing different types of musical and conceptual provocation during this period, and all were muddled/scattershot in their approach, though in the case of Laibach it might have been more deliberate." —@burningambulance via
"The worst thing about using a phone in the dark is that it lights your face without lighting your surroundings. Scrolling, hyper-visible but blind; I like to pretend I'm an anglerfish lure, the beacon of a predator much greater than myself" —@ctrlcreep.bsky.social
woolen tool
high azure's aid
go cop real squelch
moisthaunt town
Wednesday, October 21, 2026
Rewriting the history of the Incas.
skywound with its dark bandage
have i even seen
the egg of a robin
rescue paper
follow the chromotrail
room full of ev'rything
that-way coded
find a pen thought finished
out of the floor-jumble
bin knocked over in the night
At first i thought this was a put-on. Respect!
But one drop of Plotinus would cause Nick Land to go the way of the wicked witch in Oz.






































