Process shot from a drawing I exhibited last year ✍️.
Fun fact: i wrote Mπ¦π π‘πππππ Fπππ Fπππππ‘π‘ππ Wπππππ by taking a 1000-page MS & copying out the sentences i liked, then typed them up, cut apart the slips, & collaged a new text on the floor with scotch tape. ( via )
That time i made three paintings titled πβπ π·πππ‘β ππ πΊππππππ πππππ, πβπ ππππ ππ πΊππππππ π·πππ‘β, & πβπ πΊππππππ ππ ππππ π·πππ‘β.
"Canaveral Carnival"
mid-air demon deadfall
diamond score on timesheet
the bright winter broadcast
brackish taste to basement
Photo collage of details taken from a variety of my embroideries.
"inner armchair"
bird beeping · a new rattle
unadorned building · of the haunt site
pale horizon · pull into drivethrough
the station set · to the night before
"He was perhaps most formed by a local woman named Jenny Wilson, who had 'the largest collection in the country of tales and songs concerning devils, ghosts, fairies, browies, witches, warlocks, spunkies, kelpies, elf-candles, dead-lights, wraiths, apparitions, cantraips, giants, enchanted towers, dragons and other trumpery'." (N. B. "...the Caledonian antisyzygy...")
"The cult of Humanity, with its rites of Freedom and Equality, always struck me as a revival of those ancient cults in which gods were like animals or had animal heads."
Fernando Pessoa via @timesflow.bsky.social
"What, you fired everybody who understood software architecture? Good luck with that."
"time to have a big glass of red wine and post a series of overly niche hot takes"
—@sarahjeong.bsky.social
Shining a Light on the Black Philosophical Tradition.
"patchouli"
bearing false witness
like raindrop flicker
the void gibbous
in this gorp cincture
sound of tires scraping
its dust high
in the motionless air
The almost wordless opening sequence is one of the masterpieces of cinema.
"estuary"
patchstep stitchpop
stark footwork
browse in the briar patch
mothship
velvety wings of wonder
dense flapjack
pouring honey in the dark
it's only funny in the dark
seconds
& peccance
snickers
& flickers
it's only funny in the dark
Anti-Trans National Legal Risk Assessment Map: Feb 2026.
Nobody should read anything less than 50 years old.
Hallucination is the new black.
"referendum"
precipice prank skidmarks
approved by ghost instinct
the night lawn is lantern'd
with lunatic oracles
caught in the tide cordon
cairn where an age perished
I'm struck by how a character's coolness is often tied to how good they are at video games.
"Unreplug.com was built by one person using AI in a few hours of spare time. One human, one laptop, a few API calls. The AI wrote every blog post. The AI generated every image. The AI designed the marketing strategy, the SEO, the social media plan, the cross-linking structure. The human provided direction, editing, and a credit card." (I knew i shouldn't have gotten rid of my CRC Handbook.)
"a plateful of aporeos"
doommaxxing & mimsy
commercial-framed harshing
all for the lulz evil
aorta-slice vortex
parade-crazy crawldark
crunk government skirmish
These are light pillars caused by city lights shining into freezing air.
"Who can forget No Doubt's big hit 'I'm Just a Holding Facility for a Fetus' "
—@dekkoparship2.bsky.social
"sex trafficking for dummies"
Fillmore air dark orange
eelgrass in the frass lots
my choices placed plot twists
unplayed prior byways
relent, Fillmore limbec
the long spinning songbook
apogee flerd flounder
with flexiloquent pillbug
falling bridge this brillig
abrupt hour prowling
dynamite load lugging
lewd desuetude cheat sheet
house with aura hostage
to heave beyond Tron lines
in this bleak sixth shipwreck
sharpened thorn of turnpike
the shaking void vision
avert naught but sawtooth
serial lurch search party
sample plague sans legwork
to scribble notes neighbor
by news rich in pitch dark
the amber ruse rustling
but wroth with singed mothwings
still we are perched stopwatch
to stuff we would shuffle
the weird play of wanhope
hardly the worst doorstamp
six months one would mutter
among beastly dungheaps
will see justice jumped at
adjust what is busted
Fillmore orange airspace
a fair case of snastethwart
the end of some umgang
arglebargle fireworks
two cents in the swerve feed
Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay.
Who i am when my back is straight.
The Rebel. (1961) ☆
From Yellowbacks to DAW. (20m video)
Macbethish brine morning
barracuda gulag
all the taillights tally
atoll of vole bombsights
belligerent lintel
flows through frozen oolong
heirloom of rid boxcars
raddleplex cathexis
you & i Macbethish
me & you bewildered
Whistle and I'll Come To You. (via feuilleton)
I'm seeing students using AI for their Literacy Narratives, which is the one thing you'd think they could tell for themselves.
"Poets are haunted by two ideas, neither of which can help them."
I miss when "grow" was intransitive.
"Wednesday's ashes cover Thursday's fire"
what we make of mustered
guesswork amidst tide's edge
those small smoke traces
smack certified roughshod
remnants of the joined road
revocable duckwalk
is doomsday though cherished
dance alone its moly
The BTK serial killer already had a press sec.
Fun German political parade floats.
"Ramadan a damar"
flintknapping
at the gnarled flerd
stray hairs shade
the harg builder
derelict
unprojects lurk
whose leap word
awaits heeding
my own dust
on files argues
no harg here
hovers but time's
Mysterious Castle in the Carpathians.
"Popular culture’s designed by a highly-trained popular culture elite"
- Momus, The Philosophy of Momus via @jacobwren.bsky.social
"when you see the discourse of the day unfolding but you can't figure out the source so it's like dark matter that can only be observed by its effect on its surroundings" —@tomtomorrow.bsky.social
"harvest moon
over Gold Mountain Diner --
a migrant and I
eat and chat around the edges
of our lost dreams"
—Chen-ou Liu
Onions in Moonlight: TSA Members' Anthology, 2025 via @evecastle.bsky.social
"P.S.
I close my eyes and see
a seagull in the desert,
high, against unbearably blue sky.
There is hope in the past.
I am writing to you
all the time, I am writing
with both hands,
day and night."
—Franz Wright via @zeeshanpathan.bsky.social
"My favourite fact about Iceland is that we have many, many crime writers but only one forensic pathologist, and he was so busy answering all of their questions that he decided to have a small seminar for writers to get some peace.
It immediately sold out so he had another one that also sold out." —@hildur.bsky.social
Ken Paxton and the First Amendment.
They raided the jailed children to steal their letters.
"RFK looks like a Joseph Beuys sculpture of Ted Kennedy." —@stardaddy.bsky.social
L'Arc de Triomphe, Winter Morning, Early 20th Century.
"great reptile skytrain"
pale saffron the lean-to
train is crossing shadowed
fadge some likely rescue
snowcapped & face Rushmore
pale saffron the lean-to
Nothing going on in that sloppy rubble but the trΓΌmmerfrauen.
"Is Haidilao discriminating against doll owners?"
"Charybdis & Charybdis"
polychrome nightmare
retrieving a word
unthought of for decades
a slender parting
the maze grows denser with echoes
A hillside near Gaucin, Andalucia.
The definition of "person" has changed so many times in my lifetime it's not funny.
"I felt a little sick watching AI Christmas commercials too, but I'm sick of hearing every single thing produced using AI dismissed as 'AI slop,' as if anything that uses AI at all is just as bad as that video of Trump dumping on protesters from his little poopy-jet." (Mefi thread) --Also: "This is Star Trek tech that fell in our laps at just about the worst possible moment, when our leaders are lunatics who are building concentration camps for brown people."
"Umm Erak Palimpsest" is the name of my next band.
"NINETEEN SIXTY-NINE (Aelindrome in 1969)
Near the moodless heavens.
Landless, hear the Moon.
1969691 =
[N]1[ear the moo]9[dless h]6[eavens.
Lan]9[dless, h]6[ear the Moo]9[n]1."
—@anthonyetherin.bsky.social
From Chamber Music. The whole album is miraculous.
"WHAT'S A HAIKU? (Anagrammed Lines)
Basically, the paced
heptadecasyllabic
blade; a patchy slice."
—@anthonyetherin.bsky.social
"There's a German word for that, Backpfeifengesicht" —@arthurzin.bsky.social
"vestibule of the cesspool"
cheongsam spree, descriptive
stringer fending westward
surge. boots on the bare tarmac
a bodyguard of quagmires
these and like followed. Fillmore wept
affordances of cisgend
ersatz arsine
amber alert snirtle
alert snirtle
"Seeing that it’s National Cabbage Day, here’s Flaubert, in a letter to Louise Colet (1853):
'It is too generally believed that the sun has no other function here below than to help the cabbages along.' " —@lattaj.bsky.social
How completely the normies have been mobilized.
"Writing fiction is the exact opposite of a get-rich-quick scheme." —@ashleyzachariah.bsky.social
the riddle learns loudness
realize haze whisper
fork it over archangel
anytime. fair's fair in
this fierce swirl of warsmoke
sentimental marksman
much manacled buckram
The Sagrada FamΓlia Basilica in the background, 24 years into its construction.
Best version of "Strained on Strange" (4:44-12:26).
Insights are sparser than meteorites.
"The books were not numbered sequentially, but rather in relation to the numerology of the buyer.."
carriage stiffness · the smell of hot dust
smeary Jupiter · black & white projection
on the Grand Tour
a chunk of my lifetime · never miles so grand
songs of incense · & patchouli
& other dreams burned
Fillmore · Mylanta & the leatherbound
Stanyhurst · the steel rails still
haven't heard the news
as you plummet
Why am i thinking of Dr Phibes right now?
The overthrow of parity is the most important philosophical development of the last 1000 years. Several essays that begin Dr A's The Left Hand of the Electron. (I know he's kind of cancelled now, but this is when i was growing up. --I note he mentions Yang & Lee, but not Wu...until p.22 when he does.)
"Tyvek healthscare"
lozenge tribe, shape's libel
louche in the yegg segments
unshadowed ride rattled
no river mole shivers
watchful with worn corners
bewails day of staying
the fake background bakeoff
“It is in sickness that we are compelled to recognise that we do not live alone but are chained to a being from a different realm, from whom we are worlds apart, who has no knowledge of us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body.
But to ask pity of our body is like discoursing in front of an octopus, for which our words can have no more meaning than the sound of the tides, and with which we should be appalled to find ourselves condemned to live.”
(The Guermantes Way, trans. Scott Moncrieff et al.) via @yoonkim.bsky.social
"The voice in the poem is not your friend."
- Sean Bonney via @johannesg.bsky.social
An aggressive ant colony reduces.
"MATHEMATICS OF A FROZEN LAKE
(Palindrome-Haiku)
Slam ice, dynamic.
A bad loch: Cold abaci —
Many decimals."
—@anthonyetherin.bsky.social
