"Lost languages are living their own lives." —Lisa Robertson
bardic grimoary & notions
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"A book's melancholy purpose, I considered, is to never remain itself, but to enter ongoing metamorphosis in the hands of strangers." —Riverwork
"And people wonder what good a philosophy degree is."
bruiseblood solider
in fixed sequence make entry
O planet Poitrine
the troubled eye dominant
houselights on in the ughten
"We live here now, the hyper-real, the representational as primary field of encounter."
"chryscrossalis"
matutinal worddribble
dryght of grue etins
to grind human femurs
quibble at the grab bag
indexical coal mine
catalogue the dog days
"Being an American during the 250th Aniversary of the United States feels a lot like if the terrorists in Die Hard demanded that the hostages continue having their Christmas party."
—@quebecoiswolf.bsky.social
"Were you the shadow of the waxwing slain by the false azure of the windowpane? Yes? Then you might be entitled to compensation" —@evangrillon
count anthills, fall of a leaf
labyrinth aspic eyeballs
black iron prison fizzing
cosmic ice cashcow
collective vivisector
their greed has no bounds
as their emptiness no cure
"...the luminous translucency of pink Iranian onyx."
"When I call by habit
My cherished friends’ names
Always on this strange roll-call
Only silence answers me."
—Anna Akhmatova, 1943 via
"No, I’d love to hear your common sense view of the left-right political spectrum. Your generalizations are illuminating and not at all influenced by having lived your entire life in a nation ideologically committed to the preservation of capitalism." —@rmhaines
"Award-winning literary fiction in the 2020s is a set of established best practices and outcomes: the vivid sensory detail, the labor-landscape-memory entwinement, the identity-group narrator who matches the identity-group author (market segmentation and differentiated sales FTW, gotta get on that pastel-colored front table at the local indie bookstore!), the melodic voice that lingers long after the final line, the prose that pulses with restraint and quiet authority." —Oliver Bateman Does the Work via
"BUILD A SUN (Anagrammed Lines)
I build a sun. Feted, it rises.
Inside its beautiful reds,
in its dust, a blue fire dies."
—Anthony Etherin
"I have passed through the doorway of a broken branch."
"2002 XV93"
page yellowed
in the yeckate
rush of wings
weary counting
Fimbulspring
cobble a few
Fimbulspring
sprawls venomous
rush of chords
no more rentchecks
tiny screen
scraping a few
tiny spring
for this clockpunk
scribe's cherished
mode of dodging
dismal thunk
narrates a few
dismal thunk
the ongoing
ravel reel
where ravens thrive
page yellowed
gather a few
but only a few
"In times of unthinkable destruction, the aesthetics of rarity need no more inflation." —Lisa Robertson
"This period of awakening reached its culmination in the 1919 Paris Peace Conference when the Japanese proposed a clause affirming the equality of nations regardless of race. It was roundly rejected." —Naucratic Expeditions via
"vermiculite"
shipwreck in the dayroom
ruminate earth fathoms
a new coffee naff but
nugatory war games
thwart oracle's rede
famous car chase
chiselled autumn brown
antique pointy towers
spiralling
count in sixes
dun corridors · not well lit
Hollerith henchman · to the Road Runner wraith
"The three prime characteristics of liminality are ambiguity, hazard and opportunity."
"Waiting for the Storm
Breeze sent a wrinkling darkness
Across the bay. I knelt
Beneath an upturned boat,
And, moment by moment felt
The sand at my feet grow colder,
The damp air chill and spread.
Then the first raindrops sounded
On the hull above my head."
—Timothy Steele via
"Dionysus is not the god of excess. He is the god of what cannot be contained."
— E.R. Dodds, The Greeks and the Irrational via @armenikus
"For Arendt, modern technology makes it possible to imagine a world in which even our own actions, our own tools, become meaningless for us.
More than that. 'There is no reason to doubt our abilities,' she writes, and this is the height of the Cold War, to exchange the human condition for 'something we have made ourselves, just as there is no reason to doubt our present ability to destroy all organic life on earth.' " —James Duesterberg via
"the future is dog carts"
grugprab calaveras
enclosing Cape Canaveral
Chinese Shoegaze, shoggoths
in the Ghaybfeed bubble
margin-ebb, scurried
like scary mariachis
patches of sun, Sitzfleisch
Sumer never roomed in
"Weldon Kees in Mexico
He hardly ever spoke; we thought his name
was Robinson and watched him from afar
for fear of yanqui guile. When he first came
to town, he played piano at the bar—
some Friday nights—jazz riffs that blended
into weary talk—though soon he grew
more scarce. He drank more and the concerts ended,
which is what exile and tequila do.
One day his landlord said he didn’t know
if Robinson had skipped out on his rent.
We kept an eye out while the tide was low
and poked around the canyons when we went
out walking, but a search was never done.
We had no reason, and desired none."
—A M Juster via
"Aeonian dooms and realm-deep rigors fill" —Clark Ashton Smith
OS/1 [frutiger aero, computer gaze, vaporwave].
"I was determined to meet the moment and took what I thought was a huge risk and told him my favorite Sonny solo was Three Little Words from Sonny Rollins on Impulse. Sonny was wearing shades, but when I said that he tilted his head down and made eye contact with me and said:
'Me too man, that was one of the good ones.'
Sail on Sonny Rollins, the Saxophone Colossus, now and forever" —@nosoundleftbehind
pedestal-borne bastards'
burial still faring
finds my warmer welcome
of wear, elegy, kiteslip
cracks without light crater
this crown's glowing snowball,
wordstagger instead of
step intended; swindle
"Their breath is agitation..."
hat-rabbit · of the silicon abacus
not enough knives for
Frankenstein fries · teachers, poets, call-line operators
at the State Fair
I think i fell into Tlön & never returned.
"I believe I identified the same voice of Claude in the recent papal encyclical about safeguarding the human person in the age of artificial intelligence. Somewhat ironic, considering." —@Linch via
I only read the footnotes.
"unstoppable future"
who is the exorcist
axiom of crip whiplash
legacy
illegible
window left open · active rain
subfusc Captain Kirk
brick catapult cupcake
dark gray car
various quirks
the water tower · paler than the sky
"Sabbath
There is an eye, there was a slit.
Nights walk, and confer on him fear.
The strangler tree, the dancing mouse
confound his vision; then they loosen it.
Henry widens. How did Henry House
himself ever come here?
Nights run. Tes yeux bizarres me suivent
when loth at landfall soft I leave.
The soldiers, Coleridge Rilke Poe,
shout commands I never heard.
They march about, dying & absurd.
Toddlers are taking over. O
ver! Sabbath belling. Snoods converge
on a weary-daring man.
What now can be cleared up? from the Yard the visitors urge.
Belle thro’ the graves in a blast of sun
to the kirk moves the youngest witch.
Watch."
—Robert Potts via
"The elderly are like autumn leaves here, fragile and breakable. Adults are hamsters in a wheel." —Abubaker Abed via
"But is there a difference between being depressed and merely being alive in 2026?"
"The past perfect always sounds like truth." —Riverwork
"black frogs of Chernobyl"
cathedral of all-gargoyles
thristnidinghent benchmarks
dim window
crossed by shadows
i remember a bit · of the birth of that picture
tailights, sodium pavement
a slight sheen at the right angle
wipers creak
barely need them
no news yet · a duck in the dark crosses
"...this is the only object I own that has stayed with me my entire life."
"lecture on the antichrist by one of the antichrists"
cloudbarricade cluebound
poised cluster of mustards
mad king to fall fiddling
our foul games die howling
"...nitrogen fertilizer must be created in factories and then added to the soil because it’s stripped out through industrial farming practices. That fertilizer is a compensation for the soil depletion, in the same way that social media is a compensation for our alienation from community and connection." —Rhyd Wildermuth via
"How can you lead without courage?"
"As the philosopher Mary Midgley once suggested, philosophers are best understood as plumbers: when the plumbing stops working, we call a plumber; when concepts no longer seem to work within our social framework, that is when we turn to philosophy." —@boredcalliope via
"V. S. R."
Justice is a stranger to the world,
as am i:
Justice never was, & i
shall never be.
How is it such strangers came to lodge
here in Time?
On the road to what, were we
when the storm fell?
Justice did not come with me
nor i with it.
If we approach, we pass as strangers.
—Strangers, who don't want to meet.
I confess i’m in entire sympathy with Delany (one of my favorite writers) but i don’t agree with the one-size-fits-all reading list. Reading is, before anything else, nutrition. Therefore what i advocate—& not only for those who “want to become writers” (what a ridiculous aspiration)—is simply to read 500 books, half of them written before you were born.
"I Know This World is Not My Home
"The frenzy of the lilacs strikes
against my old man’s heart, and yet
I know this world is not my home,
where I have hidden for so long
with pain alone to pay my pains.
I know this world
is not my home, where greenness trills
its singing to the chasing clouds
that I have chased and not once caught.
I know this world
is not my home, whose fragrance fills me
and whose kind breath’s movement makes
what I cannot choose to unchoose.
I know this world. I know this world
is not my home."
—Alex Rettie via
"Men respond only faintly to the horrors that take place around them, except at moments, when the savage, crying incongruity and ghastliness of our condition suddenly reveals itself vivid before our eyes, and we are forced to know what we are. Then the ground slides away from under our feet. But not for long." —Shestov
A language in which there is no word for 'I' (& other word-mysteries). More, just lately.
" I remember an interview I once read in which Allen Ginsberg was asked what a ‘hipster’ was. A hipster, he replied, was someone who could land on any street corner in the world and score some dope in minutes." —Sven Birkerts via
Several poor life decisions later.
sca hori zon lpel
pell s mell cirocco
cir cle rus ft t
der fen by
tos Lai ka bach
the to power will
sent f ences astness
spi Lar ral es
"Lilacenobite"
bell jar of the ballroom
belligerent fidget
photocopy Gliese
in my dustblue backpack
dog-eared, big black clamp
measure my head for Akubra
path perished · the meet apocryphal
only this poem stands
the future ravaged · unimaginably
guess where to hide stuff now
popcorn smell · smartly drifts
monkeyhump of map-cringe
mucho scar-escutcheon
bell jar of the ballroom
barcode from the Dark Web
"I keep coming back to this image. A forest of independent, human scale things. Small newsletters. Small studios. Small cooperatives. Small tools made by people who use them, for other people who use them, with no ambition to swallow the world. Not a return to some imagined golden age of the early web — that was its own kind of mess — but a quieter version of what we have now, where the layer between you and the people you want to read or talk to is thin enough that you can see through it." —Sascha via
"...not for real madness, but for its privilege of its exception."
"At ground zero in Ted Bundy’s Tacoma stood one of the most poisonous lead, copper, and arsenic smelters in the world, but it was hardly unique in the West. As Fraser’s investigation inexorably proceeds, evidence mounts that the plumes of these smelters not only sickened and blighted millions of lives but also warped young minds, including some who grew up to become serial killers." —blurb for Murderland via
"war on all things good"
frontiers of repair
paradigm falters
textureplay
in the shards of the real
a rare whisper
a pure ulcer
what the real doesn't lack
peals in the wide sky
as the arrow knows
the air that lets it through
ultramarine's dim flow
this will does not refuse
in dawn's fizz
a rabbit sees me pass
after sev'ral days
of wheels & all that jazz
does he trace
as much do i recover
from step to step
my name with the monogram cup
Archimedean lever
"Neither author was aware that the other's novel contained a William Ashbless until the coincidence was noticed by the editor responsible for both books, who suggested that the two consult one another so that their references would be consistent." —"William Ashbless" at Wikipedia
"Still remember the crushing moment as a young researcher when I realised that proving something through evidence had damn near no impact on social policy unless it was politically useful to believe it." —@shrinkatlarge.bsky.social
"Dick makes imperialism in California seem unproblematic."
as i departed that depleted kingdom
at the high gate guards demanded
words, & as so far i'd mostly winged it
now something rose less random
the streetcar in the tutelary fog
will let you out in front of gargoyles
mind already ornament-surplus boggles
meets two-headed harg
& snarling angel. this is what i've learned
gentlemen; what i may not leave
encounter more bizarre than i deserve
more true, insight damascened
& what passed then between us i can't tell
but all i know that one look gave
thunder & rubies out to fingertips revv
wings in gold mesh flail—
& that's the book i left them with
shaking the dust from these unsteady sandals
giaourlight, Mars Red midrash
masquerade across taskbars
storage unit yarons
reality's treeline
jester dressed in giaourlight
"Beneath the new 90,000 square foot ballroom, a complex is being carved six stories into the ground."
"No call of the harp
shall waken warriors · after their battles;
but the black raven · shall boast to the eagle,
crowing how finely · he fed on the fated
when, with the wolf, · he went rending the slain."
--Sullivan & Murphy's Beowulf
"My premise here is that the holes in the telling are the story." —Lisa Robertson, Riverwork (2026)
Earliest depiction of the Trojan Horse.
dun that fits in
And all the truly wild things
gather in my heart
it's got a crack but it doesn't leak
green arrow fixedly
not
adventures in packaging
special dark assortment
"The concessions of possession and the successions of time’s continual procession..."