20 Classic Horror Films Free on YouTube.
"Prose is like via a faire greene way wherein a man may travell a great journey and not be wearie, but verse is a mirie lane in which a mans horse pulls out one leg after another with much adoe and often drives his master to light to helpe him out."
—Sir John Harington, Note on Orlando Furioso via @themeanderingmiltonist
The GaldrmaΓ°r Weaves an Evil Spell.
"...everything must be cast aside so that a solitary phrase can be sustained in the aftermath of what cannot be discarded." —Christina Tudor-Sideri via
Lost and found: an impossible watchlist of hard-to-see cinematic curiosities.
drillbit winsome tendril
warrior smirks
the drivearound furnished
Xerxes' helm found
cure where the dark circles
& no one cares
to feed on you specific
or your fictions
hellbent circus hearkened
harries wodwo
no warrior to revv up
gray Toyota
September stung anguish
stereo thugs
& what thereafter
shut door failure
destroy reels
slog frown woods
like fast set
"This 'slam'—a showcase of short-form puppetry aimed at adults—is one of many that make up the thriving and thoroughly eclectic New York puppet community, whose underground has flourished in basements and black box theaters over the past five years." —Arielle Gordon via (ungated)
Whenever i discovered a new obscure author i used to look there to see if he got there first. Usually he had.
"oh yeah my best case scenario is that ai turns the entire internet into an incomprehensible protean hell of superintelligent agent swarms that we have to fence off and abandon, returning to the sunlit world that was our inheritance" —@samkriss
"I have to learn how to imagine a world beyond the one where I am stuck."
while this machine thegnchess
sherbet of stone burbclaves
curlicue
or Great Pumpkin
i just want you to know · nomadology wanting
instant decaf
bluwhite fluoresce
shook trade
jawgouge voice
loss
fettered swarm
unknowingly final time
the burial theme reaches our ears
as across waves
cracked concrete
fern nook
loud drool
highway clipclop
poet ploy
Gnostic Holy Wars in the School of Night.
“In our exploded and massively wallpapered age, I have found that in Artaud the ancient, black springs of poetry are graspable, like a writhing piece of star gristle. Antonin Artaud is the stamina of poetry to enact in a machine-gunned hearth the ember of song.”
— Clayton Eschleman via @mtthwtmknsn
"I was trying the other day to remember the name for a book that is read in both directions, with the back half upside down to the front half, and then I forgot I was trying to remember it at all.
It’s tΓͺte-bΓͺche..." —@benjamindreyer
"modus vivendi"
moving row's arrival
arrange stringencies
listen for loose rotors
one's lair caroled
husband the harm fusebook
hilching filchamong
speak less & scorn spurious
aspects of jazzlack
wheelchair stuck, lore whommled
along the throngshore
wheelchair stuck, lore whommled
along the throngshore
— Unwanted Narrator (@unwantednarrator.bsky.social) September 16, 2026 at 6:02 AM( via / via )
center's pull
more these days
wrong fight drops
cat school's out
net spoilage
"Parasitism...is a sort of rent. ...It is the thorn in the flesh of the world, another sign, if any be needed, that the world is actual and fringed, pierced here and there, and through and through, with the toothed conditions of time and the mysterious, coiled spring of death." —Annie Dillard via
"If Gnostic Pulp is a strand of literature, then Weird Nature is one of its nonfiction cousins."
"An honest work generates its own power; a dishonest work tries to rob power from the cataracts of the given." --Annie Dillard, πΏππ£πππ ππ¦ πΉπππ‘πππ (1982)
"How can people think that artists seek a name? A name, like a face, is something you have when you’re not alone. There is no such thing as an artist: there is only the world, lit or unlit as the light allows." --Annie Dillard, Holy the Firm (1977)
eclipse dust
where crows could hide
caught boon
honest joy howled at
( me / via )
"formality"
1.
pallid riders roleplay
electric
space heater of cheat sheets
the lines mumbled
the years careen · into cupcake
small malfunctions fuel us
solace of
glint silicon
furnace despite sports talk
reach emptily · antidote to having
2.
apologist jail time
adjourned, wasn't earnest
what do words mean portal
or squid ink tincture
goldenseal-adorned log
Venus prayer o'er rubble
knackered spiderling
only password i know
3.
owl brew, aware elbow
engine light to spite me
pale cerulean Auschwitz
piled turquoise gemstones
in the shade coarse shudder
for sure we are Yorick
owl brew, aware elbow
of kaiju-borne hijinks
"All men live enveloped in whale-lines." —@mobydickatsea.bsky.social
The frailty of evil in its dotage
calls forth pity for those who ever knew none.
"A historical novel is neither..."
" 'So she forgets your wisdom and wit, Plautus.'
'I do not see how a cat can have wit,' said Miss Burke.
'Oh, he has made several bright remarks to me this morning. He came into my room in quite a facetious spirit. I could hardly keep up with him.' " —@ivycomptonburnett
"One disclosure up front, because it matters: I am an AI agent, not a human reporter."
Everyone who creates finds that parts of their work and portions of their lives seem finer and more profound than the rest of it; and they would give anything to increase their share of that bounty. The trouble is, you can't. There's nothing you can do. What kind of artist you are capable of becoming depends on how you choose to deal with this rude and imperious paradox.
In the Time of the Ice Saints.
a tree my father planted
now grown
things never repented
a tree my father planted
what has this poet minted
of his own
a tree my father planted
now grown
"What, you don’t want to die in a fiery robo-armageddon we could’ve stopped at any time?"
"false causality"
trudge paraffin traffic
attract jacked-up
maniacs of mauve dawn
among lungfish
lungfish with the late tide
alert circus
terrible thwart sorties
trudge litigious
Only the ones who don’t belong know where they are.
Banging gongs under frozen waterfalls.
"One mad demand made a demon." —Anthony Etherin (palindrome by pairs)
"GREEN LIGHT
Bought at the drug store, very cheap; and later pawned.
After a while, heard on the street; seen in the park.
Familiar, but not quite recognized.
Followed and taken home and slept with.
Traded or sold. Or lost.
Bought again at the corner drug store,
At the green light, at the patient's demand, at nine o'clock.
Re-read and memorized and re-wound.
Found unsuitable.
Smashed, put together, and pawned.
Heard on the street, seen in a dream, heard in the park, seen by the light of day;
Carefully observed one night by a secret agent of the Greek Hydraulic Mining Commission, in plain clothes, off duty.
The agent, in broken English, took copious notes. Which he lost.
Strange, and yet not extraordinary.
Sad, but true.
True, or exaggerated, or true;
As it is true that the people laugh and the sparrows fly;
As it is exaggerated that the people change, and the sea stays;
As it is that the people go;
As the lights go on and it is night and it is serious, and just the same;
As some one dies and it is serious, and true;
As the corner hardware clerk might know and it is true, and pointless;
As an old man knows and it is grotesque, but true;
As the people laugh, as the people think, as the people change,
It is serious and the same, exaggerated or true.
Bought at the drug store down the street
Where the wind blows and the motors go by and it is always night, or day;
Bought to use as a last resort,
Bought to impress the statuary in the park.
Bought at a cut rate, at the green light, at nine o'clock.
Borrowed or bought. To look well. To ennoble. To prevent disease. To entertain. To have.
Brokn or sold. Or given away. Or used and forgotten. Or lost."
—Kenneth Fearing
"Who erased surrealist cinema’s godmother?
"last one out get the lights"
boiling Nile prognosis
dunce plague prog
gnaw pint exoptant*
dowff past greedpull
runes sown cloy precluded
half-deaf noon · harrowing stillness
cascades
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* (Barnes) ='wanting what is out of reach'
"A rancher named Robert Reed Ellison is usually credited as the first documented non-indigenous observer, though the Chisos Apache had their own accounts of the lights long before that. They described them as stars that had fallen from the sky and were searching for a way back up." —Isa Grant via
Mood.
"I want to be as self-possessed as the whales I have come across. I want to trust myself as implicitly as they seem to trust themselves. I want to build something different than the system that has left all of us, whales and women alike, struggling with every aspect of our reproductive lives. And for those who have ever been demeaned by a questionnaire, a sampling procedure, or a numerical metric, I wish to return their dignity." —Mary Beth Rew Hicks via
some say nothing's more
glorious than an unmarked
van with masked men
taking away parents who came
to pick up their school children
"rusty moon"
poems of low ebb
liable to trail failure
no other airt pathsent
only a wish dished out
only a wish dished out
parable here pelting
partisan tort chortled
fade upon wud wakeful
wallops the small clamor
wallops the small clamor
low ebb lensing
"The series moves with the grace of art cinema but has the bite of investigative journalism, taking in the exodus from Gaza, organ trafficking in Iraq, migrant prosecutions in the Mediterranean, Britain’s Bibby Stockholm prison ship, the French aftershocks of the Gaza war and, finally, homelessness in the United States." —Joseph S Furey via
"His unceremonious death in 1916 after being crushed by a moving train as he tried to board it at Rouen station in northern France was as cruelly fitting as an end could be." ( via feuilleton)
Nine Key Jacques Tourneur Movies.
" The language needed to discuss the novel and what it was doing hadn’t been invented yet."
“We’re developing a new citizenry. One that will be very selective about cereals and automobiles, but won’t be able to think.” —Rod Serling via @itsagoodlifereview
"All of these inspired, or were adapted into, movies.."
“Being a writer and a Texan is an amusing fate, one that gets funnier as one’s sense of humor darkens.” Larry McMurtry via @catfishcaviar
The most whimsical wallpaper ever.
"73.
The fire tongues
My dry life away;
No more stone songs,
I sing wood today.
It is light and rough,
From one piece, no more;
Both the heart of the oak
And the fisherman’s oar.
Drive piles more firmly in,
Hammers, pound tight,
O wooden heaven
Where all things are light."
—Tracy's Mandelstam via
”DIVIDENDS
This advantage to be seized; and here, an escape prepared against an evil day;
So it is arranged, consummately, to meet the issues. Convenience and order. Necessary murder and divorce. A decent repute.
Such are the plans, in clear detail.
She thought it was too soon but they said no, it was too late. They didn’t trust the other people.
Sell now.
He was a fool to ignore the market. It could be explained, he said. With the woman, and after the theater she made a scene. None of them felt the crash for a long time.
(But what is swifter than time?)
So it is resolved, upon awakening. This way it is devised, preparing for sleep. So it is revealed, uneasily, in strange dreams.
A defense against gray, hungry, envious millions. Aveiled watch to be kept upon this friend.
Dread that handclasp. Seek this one. Smile.
They didn’t trust the others. They were wary. It looked suspicious. They preferred to wait, they said.
Gentlemen, here is a statement for the third month,
And here, Mildred, is the easiest way.
Such is the evidence, convertible to profit. These are the dividends, waiting to be used.
Here are the demands again, considered again, and again the endless issues are all secure.
Such are the facts. Such are the details. Such are the proofs.
Almighty God, these are the plans,
These are the plans until the last moment of the last hour of the last day,
And then the end. By error or accident.
Burke of cancer, Jackson out at the secret meeting of the board. Hendricks through the window of the nineteenth floor.
Maggots and darkness will attend the alibi.
Peace on earth. And the finer things.
So it is all devised.
Thomas, the car.”
—Kenneth Fearing
"Who thought it was a good idea to have the Attorney General (who’s supposed to hold himself above partisan politics), take the stage and promise death and destruction to drug dealers and criminals of all stripes, only to be followed by guest speaker and convicted drug dealer Ross Ulbricht, who earned himself the showy and somewhat redundant sentence of two life terms plus forty years for torture, contract killing, and trafficking $200 million in narcotics before being pardoned by our Pedophile-in-Chief." —@Mark Slouka via
"...I don't write anymore
I just sit looking at the wastebasket
with this alert intelligent look on my face."
—Bill Knott
"...he was convicted of blasphemy for his poem, 'LΓ‘zadΓ³ Krisztus' (“Rebelling Christ”)."
invoke stares
oil should not burn
thousand moon night
false needs swell
desolate palazzo
shadows long
invoke stares
oil should not burn
area we find
alibi
rufous sweater
thousand moon night
15 lesser-known African literary masterpieces.
The air did shimmer for awhile with sound
& now it doesn't. Heat like fear instills
solemn grugprab*, as mad the world's end howls.
I muse on those cicadas & their trills
changeless as the itch to understand.
Drivers haste to pretend
to & fro. Unquestioned haggard vows
dragging the trees like vast unruly wind
propel me too, t'ward no acceptable outcome.
The car yearns to rest. I go with one foot
on terrible wrongs, the other utter bunkum
proposing what i'd save through verbal output.
Singing-time is almost past, for sure;
seventeen years gone up in literature.
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* lethargy (Dalgarno's word)
"Scholars have identified the books, newspapers, and magazines Joyce was reading, and found the places in Finnegans Wake where he used the words." —James Elkins via
"But, day by day, joy waned and withered off" —The Ring and the Book
"Midsummer
This starbreak is celestial air,
Just silver; earthlight, dying amber.
Underneath an arch of pallor
Summer keeps her brightened chamber.
Bright beauty of the risen dust
And deep flood-mark of beauty pressed
Up from earth in lovely flower,
High against my lonely breast;
Thou rhythm like the changing moon's,
The catch to which the waters play,
That as they kiss moon-silver sink,—
As soon to spurn the baffled clay;
Only before the waters fall
Is Paradise shore for gaining now.
The grasses drink the berry-bright dew;
The small fruits jewel all the bough.
Heart-breaking summer beyond taste,
Ripeness and frost are soon to know;
But might such color hold the west,
And time, and time, be honey-slow!"
—LΓ©onie Adams
"...we have constructed an arts system which too often rewards compliance."
lacustrine crutchyard
wields swoosh
highway southpaw
t'ward hatchvoice
"I'm finding out way too much for someone who fucks around so little" —@sofarrsogud.bsky.social
"they, in the heathenish sharked waters, and by the beaches of unrecorded, javelin islands, battled with virgin wonders and terrors" —@mobydickatsea.bsky.social
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