Sunday, August 16, 2026
"The concept of a 'career' has been replaced by a series of elaborate heists."
If we have to keep using these words, then i would find your idea [neo-Platonic Marxism] by far the most palatable of them all. (via)
"Something about digging a hole in drought-baked clay makes it difficult to think about the fact that pedophilia has moved from the last taboo to something like a job requirement in the Grand Old Party." —Mark Slouka via
"Martian half-slip"
black earth overlaid with patchy snow
dilucular* clownhat
wasp curl
against worn red brick
invisible fingers
constantly snatching
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* e.g. 'antelucan' (Barnes)
"La Bohème positions itself as the first specialty coffee roastery and café in the Czech Republic."
Saturday, August 15, 2026
"raggeder towel slope"
surplus of quids glumly
taut glossolalia
elegy
in cobweb script
Sulawesi dark · my veins burnish
print a file & vorpal
widderproof nerfball
synergy
between two spooks
Sulawesi dark · my veins savage
"...many will leave the field in any case rather than deal with endless proofslop."
"SUN AND MOON (Palindrome by Pairs)
A sun’s lair
is a rare moon.
More,
Ra’s aria is Luna’s."
—@anthonyetherin.bsky.social
" 'It is true that tragedy arouses pity and terror,' said Nance. 'In me terror is getting the upper hand.' " —@ivycomptonburnett.bsky.social
The Unsuspected. (After browsing in this.)
"welcomed pavement"
labyrinthine looth query
hospital socks, Spätstil
half-muted matutinal
rack of pills
derelict Calvary
muffled crunch of far-off
phantasms spasming
slime monster mash
these walls unshaken
all cries of hurt creatures
find their way here
vend my rigamarole careful
to include their names
no one knows their names
with bright plastic masks
front the abyss
hour by hour like a climb
i'm really good at dodging
wield apothegms
against onrushing night
labyrinth looth query
"arcane confessional"
reflection of a white metal chair
turquoise hovering
this hour & angle
out of the Aztec knife
we all struggle t'ward
& stragglers mock
twelvestep pyramid
white metal chair
"You’ll be able to tell a lot about a person’s political ethics by when they got off the bus.."
vroucolacharchy- rule by vampires
Friday, August 14, 2026
"All the long moonlit nights I dream'd of Ule,
And in the dark half of the month, my heart was there."
—Frederick Tuckerman
newsroom crepitance
silhouetted in the window
three or four reasons
trash that wants taking out
"These are handwritings, the only ones."
"green & black word"
1.
across the inviolate years
brokedown caustic Abraxas
brushed steel basin
plegm çedilla
chirr
now echoing at sunrise
2.
only more solid
than rain or not-rain
scissors rock paper
house already hidden
fierce heraldry Vulcan
a trip for turmeric
maintain the pattern
3.
as peace is war by other means
depiction has its collard greens
the raven on the bust of Pallas
knows exactly what he means
& ev'ryone who lives in Dallas
scraping through its broken streets
one more mile the Reaper cheats
lugs dreams & heraldry for ballast
only more solid
than rain or not-rain
across the inviolate years
—My watch! (slap) —My phone! (slap) —My watch is my phone!
Thursday, August 13, 2026
A classical Latin codex curated for poets, writers, scholars & language lovers.
"Because none of our current ruling class have ever read a book, none of them know what happens to them when a critical mass of the population cannot afford food."
—@dlbowman.bsky.social
"the great offloading"
1.
shellhorse harg
short telegraph
pallid bice
food for agents
2.
koolaid drinkers' dwale
conducted liquidly
so much unspeakable
slaughter in plain sight
behind blue eyes
blasphemous hardware
as we herd together
in some final tally
wordless
black smoke horizons
how much farther to go
is there a land beyond
where they will say
Big Suicide failed
3.
song of moral injury
there's something stunned inside them
this makes perfect camouflage for
meet the new software
same as the old software
did they also debate
onboarding the Hakenkreuz
4.
cliff face
sheer
polynomial
"siempre a tu lado"
pale bridge · in the brittle glow
not my turning · eye on the dashboard
storied intersections · still
though each thorn's facade · wields optics
inimical · to the dry wheel
Three Suns in Japan · murals
so much · not yet destroyed
"With the flickering of/ Cantillation..."
In my last year at the University of Texas in Arlington (1979), i found out that their library had just been linked electronically with other libraries, & i had been trying to find out the age of Alpha Centauri, so i got them to print me out all the references to Alpha Centauri they had. It was a thick stack of pages. Many of them i couldn’t find locally, but after a while i did get one with a number: 6 billion years.
i still have somewhere that sheaf.
Another great myth bites the dust.
" 'So it is true that comedy and tragedy are mingled,' said Adrian.
'Really it is all tragedy,' said his sister. 'Comedy is a wicked way of looking at it, when it is not our own.
'Is that why people cannot laugh at themselves?' said Julius."
—@ivycomptonburnett.bsky.social
Kenneth Anger mentions HP Lovecraft in this KPFA interview transcript from 1974.
"cardamummery"
golden washburn wildwood
werifesteria liftoff
the rice cake
with the best crunch
mist drifting · in the dreich hollow
bearing wall or bile dict
builder amidst Edsels
road narrows
my enemy
in the gyring · pustulent light
2021 podcast on the history of palindromes. (2h 43m)
Wednesday, August 12, 2026
"The film does not show underage girls. It does not need to."
"My Birds that Fly No Longer
Have ye forgot, sweet birds,
How near the heavens lie?
Drooping, sick-pinion'd, oh
Have ye forgot the sky?
The air that once I knew
Whispered celestial things;
I weep who hear no more
Upward and rushing wings."
—Adelaide Crapsey
"In past lore: more lost pain.
#palindromebypairs" —@anthonyetherin.bsky.social
"...what happens to dystopia when the date has already passed?"
( via / via )Air tanker scores a direct hit on a fire line in the Hollywood Hills, dumping thousands of liters of retardant as Santa Ana winds threaten to turn dry chaparral into an explosive blaze.
— Digital Brain (@yourdigitalbrain.bsky.social) August 12, 2026 at 12:42 PM
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Deep End neocities homepage with lots of blinkies.
"CURRENCIES
A current’s ease,
form into mist.
Occurrence sees
a current’s ease.
A currency’s
for men too missed—
a current’s ease,
form into mist. "
—Lori Wike in The Journal of Wordplay 12
Jeffers writes about sparrowhawks.
"West Coast noir insists that the sun-drenched beauty and free-spirit mythology of California hide a world of corruption and greed. Nordic noir suggests the presence of violence and hatred beneath the tranquillity and order of the Scandinavian welfare state, just as Southern noir peels back hospitality and charm to reveal repressed family secrets and moral decay." —Peter C Baker via
Cat gouache in “gothic” style.
Boot-Cut Slacks. (thread)
"halal U-Haul"
the grimdark · nativity story
hurls apace
shatters lapis
stray hair in my stringy
instructive swerve of buckshot
dead leaves huddle · where the wind harries
pearls of haste
false positive
trestle patina trudge past
partake of snake burlesque
"Russian has a word for what happens if they miscalculate: pizdets. It derives from the most obscene noun in the language, and it does not mean disaster. Russian has a full taxonomy for disaster. A zhopa is trouble you can still climb out of. Pizdets is the terminal diagnosis, the point past which nothing gets un-fucked and no one can be blamed hard enough to matter."
—Benjamin Stuart Reed via
"...with a John Crowley novel—well, the further in you go, the bigger it gets."
Haunting Gustave Doré engravings.
"on the plus side, i'm getting really fucking good at selecting images with bicycles"
—@gunsnrobbins
It's Not the Falling It's the Landing.
"arsenic spritzer"
stylus in the stern quiet
has to have succeeded
mainspring of Spetsnaz
& catsprawl folderol
eerie flashes flowering
Tuesday, August 11, 2026
"Empyrean"
if i should lose my place
in the book of life
'twixt pulse & pulse
if i should lose my place
of ullage, match, & surplus
but riffle it & laugh
if i should lose my place
in the book of life
"As at thy portals also death..."
"Any sufficiently advanced credential is indistinguishable from bloodsport" —@rafathebuilder
"True Face"
Poet & clown, coterminous, like the way
sea & sky at certain hours blend;
people laugh at stumble-escapade,
the mocker of our frailties is thin.
"Asbury has arranged everything carefully: the illness, the letter, the misunderstood artist, the devastated mother. Then the structure gives way. He is left without the ending he had prepared for himself.
Grace begins there." —Dimitry Berkut via
Monday, August 10, 2026
" 'Don't stay on twitter so long you stop believing in sunscreen' sounds like an idiom people 200 years in the future will be using but won't remember what it means"
—@michaelhobbes.bsky.social
"world without eyes to see the world"
parse the small bones left
smatterings made natal
storm & blazing blemish
obliterate lit scroll
focus on keeping fauxpas
& phantoms out doubtful
the long game is lambent
with luck's inward aspect
becalmed with my toucan crew
parse the small bones left
New piece, all hand drawn paper animation.
"more of the same at lunchtime"
in the quizchase unrequited
the prize given prolethwart
earthquake & loothprog
nevermore for niding
the prize given prolethwart
nudibranch promise
& drive among drizzles
dark wood & worn apothegms
earthquake & loothprog
drastic wipe
if escape were a reason
& scazons could run rampant
nevermore for niding
skullface rune
winner at the wrong game
in the quizchase unrequited
"The locust armies warping, on the bark" --Royston's Lycophron
Murders in the Rue Morgue (1932).
"Cicada songs abrade the air
All afternoon."
—Sally Thomas via
"old story of dread & harsh injustice"
penurious trail, trawling
tralatitious alter
in cardboard make bone time
in barricades cradle
busier buzzdozer
tralatitious alter
patrolling flesh ashfields
no shade for the sharing
the sure fix of quicksand
& decay carved starvelings
in cardboard make bone time
in boneyards find playmates
pale turquoise, dark circus
resumes the clown clatter
cluster bomb found tempo
in barricades cradle
crystalline loss phosphors
spread maps of the madness
among whitecoat monkeys
perfect with bale bulwark
busier bulldozer
my muse & merch searchlight
one more golden goblet
ganch or stiff definition—
penurious trail, trawling
Sunday, August 09, 2026
Not to be confused with "quesadilla".
"cough that has a seat at ev'ry table"
1.
scenes of things we knew
in palindromes explain
the play of light
that holds nothing
for awhile set aside
i can't watch the thrashing
what is it all but thrashing
& patterns
that crutch of crutches
time's up
2.
vulturous feasting · as is done
no hard times
for henchmen
3.
overlaid fictions · old satisfactions
wasp hovers
by the back door
hour on its own tries
to tryst howling mallets
burgeoning kiln · cast off
points of view
vaporous rise
i find fizzled reasons
rose-overlaid fictions
"Onstage, members of a full symphony orchestra supporting Mi’kmaw soprano Emma Pennell prepare to perform the piece You Can Die Properly Now – a komqwejwi’kasikl poem written by Mi’kmaw poet, artist and educator Dr. Michelle Sylliboy to honour the children who did not make it home from residential school." —Mackenzie Pardy via
"...oil turns Time toward apocalyptic blasphemies." —Negarestani
failson shootout
at Not Okay Correl
wasphaven
city on fire
Nero violin
or recording biro
failson watch
wearier inning
wasphaven
having foundered
windows down
before you go
failson menu
⣎⡇ꉺლ༽இ•̛)ྀ◞ ༎ຶ ༽ৣৢ؞ৢ؞ؖ ꉺლ - ʅ͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡(̸̢̛̼̞̭͋ͅ)̸͚̰͛̔̾̀̿͒͂:̴͓̞̑̌̂̆̊͋̀:̸͎̟̯̂̓̌ ҉ ͡ ͞ ͞ ͞ ҉● ࿀ ● ࿀ ●.
but i cannot · stop his mouth with clay
the microphones from humming
treasure · i cannot turn redhats back
into the broken children they were
come sit with me · in this becrimsoning
chantpleure of crawlspace
sunset · where a million bucks
is not too much for a bomb
"How it was that they so aboundingly responded to the old man’s ire—by what evil magic their souls were possessed, that at times his hate seemed almost theirs"
—@mobydickatsea.bsky.social

















































