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2 poems in an ongoing investigation.

"wolf moon
silent
a stone face"

--@poemexe.com

Dorothy Sayers in her Dante version has Arnaut Daniel speaking Scots.

"Krasnov blending"

shadowy passage · shapes gliding
   morning routines stir
the red counters · cascade up
   guessing the future
golden sodium · on the concrete surface
   low empty highrise
pale arrays · impenetrable trees
   adding a nexus
though harsh hesitance

Seven Nation Delta Army.

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William Gillespie on Harry S Keeler's "webworks".

" 'We shall relapse into childhood,' said Elton. 'No one ever really comes out of it. That is why life is such a strain. We have to pretend.' " --@icomptonburnett.bsky.social

"Like carpenters they want to know which tools. / They never ask why build."

starter dose · of Double Think
   drinkin' the Koolaid
that frown on the face of the sky · is scuba weather
   together reaching
new frontiers · of noose frippery

Gaius Valerius Catullus, the boy from the provinces who became the lover of the most powerful and beautiful married woman in Rome, is dead at twenty-nine. His friend Marcus Caelius Rufus must search for the meaning of his life in the slums and bloody secret cults, the palaces and law courts of the tottering Roman Republic.

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Tanka.

"Trump is picking his cabinet like he’s in a fantasy league for the apocalypse" --@samlymatters.bsky.social via @amishsupermodel.bsky.social

"Lawless midnight forever composes..."

cruise as if · fateful crossing
   narrated richly
floor full of specks · constellations'
   animal starlore
these rinds wrixled · catenary chain
   winding to issue
not in the delveless dark · doing nothing
sequence set · to serve order
   entropy stymied
mere message · made & unmade
   tossed on the air tides

Cold.

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The White Whale.

gas burner galvanized · by one gaunt lucifer
   frying these mushrooms
their aroma rising · roams mem'ry
   ice winters prior
power deprived · sickness in tow
   promises broken
the aluminum kettle · with its loud shriek
   ready for tea-time
the sidewalk smooth · to the still mailbox
   pale & untravelled

8192 pxl.

It actually doesn't help me to keep being reminded these people are not only wrong but pathetic excuses for human beings, too.

"...you intend to borrow a book on usury and walk out with a book on barcodes as well, thanks to the happenstance of a shared name and the catalogue’s caprice."