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Meanjin has been saved from the Melbourne University capitalist death pit.

"Fiction was invented the day Jonah arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale."

—Gabriel García Márquez, Life. via @umadip.bsky.social

"This is, of course, a wishlist. ...But Gen AI can't do any of these things."

February wanhope
rewards hollow larder
trickle of smudge smackdown
smileyface carrel reaper

February fireworks
fumble the etch switchblade
tourbillon steel task list
tardy release fossil

35 million years later.

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Bridge of Sighs.

"Imbolccirque"

cherry blossoms blindfold
unblest dim preamble
our wheels whirring madly
the whorl shebang bungled
amber where pins pummel
with past-due impostures
darkness ahead haggard
as heistglitter teeters

Godzilla vs Mechagodzilla.

" 'I don’t dare to know,' said Joanna. 'I shut my eyes to the truth. It does seem that we are eating our cake and having it. And I should have thought we were, if it was not known to be impossible.
'It is, unless someone supplies another cake.' " —@ivycomptonburnett.bsky.social

"Maybe yes and maybe no."

A doctor attempted to provide medical aid to Renee Good in Minneapolis. Trump regime ICE troopers stopped him, claimed to have their own medics, while blocking paramedics down the road as well. When the doctor on scene identified himself as a physician, ICE responded: "I don't care."

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— Anonymous (@youranoncentral.bsky.social) January 7, 2026 at 6:10 PM

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Akkadian dictionary.

last boat out of Lisbon
lemming-against monstrous
Schrödinger's cursed catnip
an occult alt-shewstone
roosts sepia redshift
raucous with fake driftglass

On Learning to Dissect Fetal Pigs.

"Frog and Toad waited a long time." —@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

"Roland Topor...designed the animated science fiction feature FANTASTIC PLANET (1973).."

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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.

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🎯.

this rumble-jolt joustchore
jewelbeast of the elbow
eclipse, cloister boxcar
clad in zany riddles
glowing orange antler
deactivate clocktime
saffron soaks the helmets
—sad radio Hamlet:
get there or not get there
ghastly surface wharfside
the grim boatsman beckons

Hitler Song (Mr Hitler).

"After her hearing ended, three-year-old Lucy cuddled her teddy bear as she walked back from the lawyer’s table and took a seat.

Moments later, the next child was called up to face the judge..." —Rachel Maddow via

"At this moment in time, the ballroom is really the president's main priority."

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The Great Silence.

“The old hunger, left in the old darkness,
Turned like a hanged knife.”

—WS Merwin

Demon Pond. ☆☆ (via @harryskeeler.bsky.social)

gunmetal gray welkin
guzzles the last beastlight
afar there is thrashing
thought cannot quite grasp it

our toys rascal-scattered
escape often hopeless
Godzilla's path picked out
apart from laid gridwork

machine so vast in vying
venture or cub habit
cloudily called Wind-Rose
kept in tiptoe hollows

The Eyes Have It: Dorothy McGuire in The Spiral Staircase.

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Join ICE.

“The fatal Sisters three,
which spun my slender twine,
Knew well how rotten was the yarne,
from whence they drew their line.”

—Gascoigne

Fall issue of Forgotten Grounds Regained.

"accord de fromage"

Zubenelg-lift zimme
zillows Clearview keelyard
the world's missing witness
wones in van's brisk shadow

On the Diminishment of Seafarers' Laments.

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Reading to my Father.

“If you remember better times / you know they were lies, because they led / to this” - Alice Notley via @jacobwren.bsky.social

Supermoon.

mad king cartoon toper
topographic uffish
Uqbarbaric fabric
blooms perilous Fillmore
shrill more as strength shrivels
shrinkwrap stinkeye

La Grenouille.

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Knowledge.

They're grilling Grok right now as to whether to invade Venezuela, Greenland, or Lemuria next.

Selling the idea of freedom.

"idolatrous dotings"

the strange shapes of straying
strewn with bitter spindles
windows on the walled darkness
watch us find no purchase
enough years of yarrow
to use for maps whiplash
you learn some lame story
along with burnt fingers
then the full-flensed nightmare
follows with land gillslits
then your words gears gather
gallumph in blood headlines
poem without a pithy
pittance to close bus'ness
another excuse nattered
where nabbed subjects swelter
& strange shapes go shatter

Voting as Fire Extinguisher.

https://www.tumblr.com/dualvoidanima/629606854055559168/20h00

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Messy.

“To an archaicism which is inimitable because it is purely capricious, he was drawn at once by its reminiscent picturesqueness and by its musical possibilities. …he took advantage of the unsettled state of English in his day, not only to revive the obsolete, but to coin new words on old analogies, and to adapt both his spelling and his pronunciation to his desired effects of cadence and melody. …He cherished words which though still in use were rapidly passing out of fashion, and the sustained colouring and atmosphere of his style is thus given by a constant use of words which are found in Marlowe, Shakespeare, or Sidney, perhaps once or twice. …he was the first conscious inventor of a distinct poetic diction, which drew from ‘well-languaged’ Daniel a criticism of his ‘aged accents and untimely words,’ and from Ben Jonson the charge that ‘in affecting the ancients he writ no language.’ “ —E de Sincourt, introduction to The Oxford Spenser (1921)

"We left that tower with nothing but our lives."

"disavowal of my bad thoughts"

the feral word weathers
warfare & surf-ravage
hides in the stone staring

Self-portrait with palette.

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"The digital froth of the 2010s—BuzzFeed, Upworthy, the ceaseless click-baiting and SEO-hunting—could be understood as a Bronze Age, and we are now after the fall, in a new era we can’t quite name yet."

“…so much
ash to be blessed” –Hamburger’s Celan

Six Poets Who Have Asteroids Named for Them.

"pinkgold NPC"

grudgefueled grim binary
to grease crawlie ballroom
in the purblind blamefest
blustery calms dust this
pinnacle of passwords
the pulse divests jet stream
& queries quilt blackmail
acquired in the fire scam
remember mass girlcries
mellowed not by sell date
geriatric justice
adjourns till the urns fill

Nobody's Girl.

( me / via )

Alabanza: In Praise of Local 100.

"the other moon"

shapes fade but their feel stays
feral in the sunset
my chores scramble scrap heaps
scrying other moon-phiz

no good deed is gathered
to the goof-heap baffling
sort-thirst & most thrifty
that belief in outcomes

suppose prison rainbows
proved but a world haven
rabbit on the runway
peruses these plane wrecks

cut by the curt shapes

"I think this point about the average prose quality of children’s literature is much more important than whether or not children read any particular supposed ‘classic’..."

"They came to the top of a mountain. The shadow of a hawk fell over them." —@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

King Kong burning

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"No, it doesn’t feel good to look back and see that your books were, apart from anything else you intended, predictions."

"The more 'illegal' immigrant workers deported, the more expensive lawn care gets, the more old folks can no longer age=in-place and must be sent to senior homes." --Jung & Mockus 2025

Papier-Mâché Sestina.

"the man with the hoe"

killing fields for Fergus
affordance drawn bone-dry

cobweb-wiggly chasms
this car in dark circles

dark gray to the dire north
dazzled though uneasy

journeying arch-iceberg
whets eyeshine & washboard

cicala curse-grinding
kept underground crypt-years

foray in the funhouse

Anyone can make a little 8 page zine.

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"Every time i get a review i glow like a lightning bug."

"The more policemen you have, the more criminals you have; and the more criminals you have, the more policemen you have got to have to catch them: and so it go on and on, until a time will come when everybody will be either a criminal or a policeman." --G B Edwards, 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝐸𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑧𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑒 𝑃𝑎𝑔𝑒

A Ship to India.

"shooter's motive sought"

what the shooter cherished
chars in the firegrate

Trapped under the rubble.

( via / me )

On 60 Minutes Australia.

"And all the next day Toad read poems to his seeds." —@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

Two-Headed Chicken.

Michelin tire mandrake
masked against justice
passing crowds decry you
your cruel deeds & dealings
in broad daylight

Some new creatures.

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Radial halls.

"Sotades"

bloodcar, dim flame—daedal
addiction—finds mineshaft
angstrommeal this illness
echo of worse verseforms
& the Heil hog struggles
(half-runes carved on starvebreath)
the gods' rival gives us
garrulous steps, septic

Hugos with many links.

"My ideal style is greaser, but it's a tarot deck rolled up in the sleeve" —@lecagle.bsky.social

Devastating and beautiful curse.

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Rockets at night.

"I doubt whether there are many individuals living who have literally gobbled up books as I have--a book a night--sometimes two, occasionally three when not too thick! Science, fiction, art, religion, philosophy, even trash, too!"—@harryskeeler.bsky.social

"Time cannot heal the division between the hauntological and the notion of Progress that seeks to hide the bones of its graves."

"ordinary staircase"

Gadsden flag flies flaunting
flimsy atop homestead
beside our own anchored
ugly as a dogleg

ICE goons can be gainsayed
goofy Fox lies nixclicked
how then poet handle
a harsh shade beside him?

Anatomy of Musical Snobbery.

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"Every day of my professional life has involved sitting with another Cassandra who no one else would believe."

"viral showerhead"

the land almost emptied
asks now for a brisk name

names are so much nicer
than never-staunched reiving

always in passive voice

As imperceptibly as Grief.

"The firebrand gleams, and kindles Discord's torch" —Royston's Lycophron

Three Books from a Box.

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I Was in a Hurry.

"Toad sat on the edge of his bed. 'Blah,' said Toad. 'I feel down in the dumps.'

'Why?' asked Frog.

'I am thinking about tomorrow,' said Toad."

--@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

The First Planned Migration of an Entire Country.

ætherskiff stepped skimply
skiing across horseflesh
a curtained hour ill-used
only to build hell-daze

costumes & sets sifted
savagely to lodge once
year lost in the levee's
loosening now pressed back

Saturday Edition.

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Batwannes Beek.

cheesehenge or a chapel
chalice brimming owl-light

all-forgetful gameplan

a guest backyard-lockered
hist'ry shredded shrieking

shrapnel prior clips us

"Poster noahjeadie (2023) asked ChatGPT to invent a new emotion, to describe what it felt like, and how that experience could be activated. ChatGPT provided 'velvetmist'—'a complex and subtle emotion that elicits feelings of comfort, serenity, and a gentle sense of floating.' It advised noahjeadie of an essential oil blend, time of day (sunset), and a musical album to aid moving into this state."

"kinda wishing y2k did jack up all the computers at this point" --@ygrene.bsky.social

"I had the overwhelming sense, rational or otherwise, that these images contained matters of great metaphysical importance—matters, as they say, of life and death."