"It originally appeared as a closing narration in the 1962 Amazing Fantasy #15."
bardic grimoary & notions
I kept every kloon I ran across.
wild swimsun
roostbook squeal
launch set at home
they vow carboy
Toy car made of nothing but staples.
"In every man sleeps a prophet and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world."
- Emil Cioran via @rabihalameddine.bsky.social
"In a 2023 study, researchers taught 18 pet parrots to start video calls themselves by ringing a bell and touching a picture of another parrot on a tablet. Over three months, the birds could choose whom to call.
They called each other often. They sang, played and showed each other their toys. Some formed clear favourites. Their owners said the calls seemed to help them learn new skills, like flying or new sounds." —@thenonverbal via
The Uphill Road to Çatalhöyük.
“a princess of marzipan”
landscape of seasonal effigies
landscape of seasonal effigies
standing still in the dank dark
standing still in the dank dark
still standing this landscape
of dank effigies in seasonal dark
throwing stars on the halfway tree
throwing stars on the halfway tree
it is only ravens of a shadowy future
it is only ravens of a shadowy future
the future is throwing halfway
shadowy stars of only ravens a tree on it
rabbit haunts the broken driveway
rabbit haunts the broken driveway
once as i was going out
once as i was going out
driveway i was broken once
going as the out rabbit haunts
a driveway ravens the landscape
of halfway shadowy stars
effigies of the broken future
throwing out the seasonal tree
it is only dark once going
as i was on rabbit haunts standing still in dank
"Or put another way, what Cirque du Soleil is to circus, these guys are to rock and roll."
sootpale's blessing
sunlight found
loose stark reels
no frat boy botch
"The writings are sometimes speculative or philosophical and are usually fragmentary and enigmatic, as if the subject of revenance was beyond ordinary language and coherent discourse..." —Tom LeClair via
"Most of Tacheles’ visitors falsely assume that the building was a victim of Allied bombings."
"...the meanings of words had faded like the light in a run-down flashlight, the objects words might have referred to had crumbled under the weight of the fifty or so years that had passed and given way to the unlikely trappings of a Grand Guignol stage-set in the face of which every sober word and thought confusingly lost its meaning." —László Krasznahorkai, the Melancholy of Resistance (tr G Szirtes, 1998)
"Schrodinger's Jackpot
The lottery ticket sits face down.
Six numbers hold
a house on the coast
and tomorrow's alarm.
Don't flip it.
Unread, the job is quit
and coffee tastes like millions.
Check it, and six p.m. returns
with the bins waiting in the rain."
—@thedevilstuna.bsky.social
In Druidic Costume, with Goats.
the bad weeks dwell
soiled, slow, dark
would fly
this cruel way
not now
"There is nothing in the world like it. It is Disney whimsicality raised to the level of soaring nobility." —Anthony Burgess via
Turn on the Surveillance Layer in Map Options.
"Men made it, but they can't control it."
"In the water-gnawn coves of Point Lobos
The white-faced sea otters
Fold their paws on their velvet breasts
And list waveward."
—Brother Antoninus via
ensorcelled hour
clytenook
pain's rot eased
small truce joined
"...between illness/ and ornament."
AnyCar III and Mini-AnyCar by car designer George Barris.
"late October contrail"
autumn's arms · enwrap me at noontide
spare errand · a word among spirepalls
smooth amber · these caught insects
yclept runework · rowdier than i
Why Diana Rigg quit The Avengers.
"can't take 'LLMs are people' discourse seriously when we haven't even convinced everyone that all people are people." —@wagatwe.bsky.social
Stay.
"Digitalization necessarily leads to the disappearance of the Other. By way of digital media we try to make the Other available to us, to bring the Other as close as possible. But the attempt to make the Other freely available to us destroys the Other. Digital media do not create more closeness but only a lack of distance. Closeness is not the absence of distance. The lack of distance removes any remoteness and thus also closeness. Lack of distance makes the Other disappear. The smartphone makes the Other available by reifying the Other. It turns a You into an It." —Byung-Chul Han via
"ode to the desire to punish"
standing outside
the room where
real thought buoys
statehood on globes
"Imagine an eye unruled by man-made laws of perspective."
"Mockingbird in the Rye"
dissolve-edge, burgundy dive
overpass shrapnel
honor of saboteurs
green pen from Daiso
toothache with its soft
dissolve-edge, burgundy dive
where tenements are buried
burnished steel soor
overpass shrapnel
sick feeling
no outlet
honor of saboteurs
"...I don't write anymore
I just sit looking at the wastebasket
with this alert intelligent look on my face."
—Bill Knott
I have not lingered in European monasteries.
"whats weird is with all the fucked up surgeries you don’t need special glasses to see the lizard faces" —@ftrain.com
"words"
my burdensome words
recreational obstruction
glass cube consciousness
acquires lyreweight
the odds crumble & scrabble
crass plots & tosspots scurry
leopardface thieves versus
a few brave believers
would jouk this plonk playground
placid toothache's cloister
calaveras valiant
divvy up the living
from now only onset
or aggro staunch faunching
i please the sky skazhoard
Eskimo-kiss such ghost shapes
pay on cash, poshlost
apart from this darkmans
the story more stereo
the stooge dreg-regnant
as clear October cluebirths
as classic tunes prune us
& the rapt stark corruption
no longer runs songlines
resume some zigzag Zog King
in the zooming mind vinyard
pumped-up kicks pixels
flutter away cutthroat
borders melting battle
my burdensome words
Russian oil just keeps spontaneously combusting.
"I stuck my nose into the chain cafe, and saw they’d covered up our artist murals with fake graffiti."
bladed journey
owlhoof batch
fraught rule
i bet on slow
hoist
"Had these individuals actually read my work, they would have wanted to stay away from me." —Snigdha Poonam via
Lune.
We knew he was a wag—but a million dollar wag? ROFL.
"Rafferty refused all entreaties to tour the record in the US. On the other hand, he enjoyed the fruits of his success. He bought a rambling farmhouse and 300 acres of land in rural Kent, and a grand pile in London’s upmarket Hampstead." —Paul Rees via
A painter who loved the look of snow.
golden age of lies
should halt how
& free all who
blessed noise
New journal soliciting original verse in classical languages.
"Truce
Take heart, for now the battle is half over,
We have not shamed our sires;
Pride, the lone pennon, ravelled by the storm-wind
Stands in the sunset fires.
It may be, with the coming-on of evening
We shall be granted unassailed repose,
And what is left of dusk will be less darkness
Than luminous air, on which the crescent glows."
—Sara Teasdale
"between sharks and spades you are in a sad pickle and peril, poor lad"
—@mobydickatsea.bsky.social
"What[']s the most niche historical inaccuracy in a piece of work that annoys you?"
"monarchs"
quicksand sky
honk football
ruse—loam shell
pain's voice
a steel crown
"As a notorious heterosexual I could never be accused of feathering my own nest."
"when we die we become dryer sheets" —@adrianf.bsky.social
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— Jeremy Wentworth 🎧🎛🎚 (@jeremywentworth.com) October 11, 2026 at 4:35 PM
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"Hisperica Famina is a bantling no nation is anxious to claim. But the sources of the astonishing jargon would be an amusing if unprofitable quest. The style of Martianus Capella is thoroughly vicious, and Virgilius Maro of Toulouse with his secret Latin known only to the initiate sets just the kind of riddle to intrigue the barbarian mind." —Helen Waddell, The Wandering Scholars (1927), II.
Perseverance Sets Off-World Record for Total Distance Driven.
"Exile
By the sad waters of separation
Where we have wandered by divers ways,
I have but the shadow and imitation
Of the old memorial days.
In music I have no consolation,
No roses are pale enough for me;
The sound of the waters of separation
Surpasseth roses and melody.
By the sad waters of separation
Dimly I hear from an hidden place
The sigh of mine ancient adoration:
Hardly can I remember your face.
If you be dead, no proclamation
Sprang to me over the waste, gray sea:
Living, the waters of separation
Sever for ever your soul from me.
No man knoweth our desolation;
Memory pales of the old delight;
While the sad waters of separation
Bear us on to the ultimate night.”
—Ernest Dowson
fellow moguls' mileage
bemused among newsreels
noisy night
beneath rafters
i dreamed i went · condign arrival
mogul vermilion
mist highway vestibule
strong flashlight
on the bookcase
rodeo clown · & vellum cleanscrape
"Hu Shi’s project made Chinese thought legible to the modern university system. But it also stripped it of its original texture." —Jingyu via
The 1911 silent film of The Inferno.
"Music deepens the sky." —Charles Baudelaire, "Rockets" via
toil in the lace mines
azure smokes
new dead speeds
outsmart launch
Negative Space in Inuit Prints.
"Roving at midnight
key in hand
lying fast asleep."
—Robert Kelly via
"One of his American friends claims never to have seen him without sunglasses. Though able-bodied, he has recently affected the use of a cane, and I’m told that, despite his middle-class background, he speaks an antique and peculiar Japanese." —Ben Ratliff in Artforum.
"It’s pumpkin-carving season, after all, and I always carve Chinese in pumpkins." —Jonathan Geltner via
slothful looth
piss pressure
beige halls spoiled by
an old cowbell
Japanese lottery tickets from the 50s-70s.
In Baotou with the Unknown Fields Division.
"Conversations with the Departed
You should have rebelled
against all this tyranny.
You should have guided
the sea of this grief
on how to flood.
You should not have
remained silent
in the face of all this
screaming.
You should have borrowed
a dead tree's tongue to
reawaken a sorrow
you are fluent in.
You should not have been
born from a wound.
You should not have fed
dry bread to the hungry sky
of your hope, nor stolen the songs
from your land to converse
with the walking dead,
like a child who forgot her birth
in her dead mother’s womb,
you should have prayed
your whole life
for a death like this."
—Mohammed Moussa
"Keiji Haino (灰野敬) is the Jandek of Metal, who plays his guitar as if the instrument was being tortured for information, emitting screams and yells as he applies the electrodes to its genitalia." —Die or DIY via
"And some are drowned in deep water,
And some in sight of shore..."
—Rudyard Kipling
Enjoying your reduced Russian bot traffic?
"THE STRANGE ADVENTURES OF MR K
It is cold. Ravens talk around the lake. Deer
and blackbird drink tea. Raven, seer of
disaster at dusk - first stars - talk, K!
The first toad most miserably died from
Hik. Nearby the donkey-dream jawed. The
nose of poor Mr K is bleeding. Lake,
dark lake of the raven. To breathe means
to live, means climbing dreams of
rare adventures. Those, Mr. K’s?"
—Unica Zürn via
"The manatees near Miami cluster near the warm water from the cooling tower runoff of the local, frankly deeply faulty, nuclear power plant that my grandfather, a union mechanic, was always of the opinion could blow any day—and that was in the 1970s. My mother, who taught me about Finnish design and bought the Marimekko placemats from our local Target, took me to visit the manatees as a child. We fed them lettuce." —AV Marracini via
The Three Witches from Macbeth.
counting coup
memewise
then a bad thought cooks
toypart—own
cage
"INSERTED INTO
the emerald-trajectory,
larvaelag, starlag, with all
keels
I search for you,
unground."
—Joris's Celan via
"I can smell the tears. I can hear the laughter of everyone, the sound of people trying not to cry, but still crying. Some of them are crying so loudly that it's almost unbearable. And through the voices of Mr. Pattern and Mr. Sasaki, I can hear the sound of the bombs falling." —Victoria Stoilova via