( via )

"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

( me / via )

"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

Slicecoif.

"Had these individuals actually read my work, they would have wanted to stay away from me." —Snigdha Poonam via

Lune.

( via / via )

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.

( via / via )

Happy 2015.

      "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

Seven hours.

"between sharks and spades you are in a sad pickle and peril, poor lad"
—@mobydickatsea.bsky.social

Books to Watch Mad Men By.

( via / via )

Death by Firing Squad.

Eero Saarinen is my spirit animal.

Poems in Braille, I & II.

roller coaster last
    car the one
that throws people out

Trollhammaren.

( via / me )

"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

World Gone Wrong.

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— Jeremy Wentworth 🎧🎛🎚 (@jeremywentworth.com) October 11, 2026 at 4:35 PM

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Desire is a trilobite.

"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

The Machars of Galloway.

( via / via )

Mythes, Op. 30 (1921).

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

"The authors reject the term manosphere, because 'it frames a predatory commercial operation as a cultural movement,' and instead call it a 'grievance industry'."

"Hu Shi’s project made Chinese thought legible to the modern university system. But it also stripped it of its original texture." —Jingyu via

"...modern humans and Neanderthals shared the European landmass for 2,600 to 5,400 years—roughly twenty to forty human generations longer than the entirety of recorded human history..."

( via / via )

The 1911 silent film of The Inferno.

"Music deepens the sky." —Charles Baudelaire, "Rockets" via

After Love.

toil in the lace mines
azure smokes
new dead speeds
outsmart launch

Orb weaver.

( via / via )

Negative Space in Inuit Prints.

"Roving at midnight
    key in hand
lying fast asleep."

—Robert Kelly via

"In fact, the history of spinach consumption in the Western world indicates that we are dealing with a decimal point error of enormous consequences."

"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.

Hermit Crab Press.

( via / via )

The Witch of Hainberg.

"It’s pumpkin-carving season, after all, and I always carve Chinese in pumpkins." —Jonathan Geltner via

Opus 40.

slothful looth
piss pressure
beige halls spoiled by
an old cowbell

Japanese lottery tickets from the 50s-70s.

( via / via )

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

The Scooby Doo Reveal.

"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

Circular flipbook.

( me / via )

Ring Rhyme in Latin.

"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

Metro.

( via / via )

AI-driven book banning.

gray & charcoal lozenges spool
rook glide
see how poignant

The Speech of Alcibades.

"ire-salts quartzifying in the dark" —Atsuro Riley

"In search of 'who she is,' as she puts it, the Siraya activist decided to bring her language back to life nearly 200 years after it died out."

( via / via )

Rapex.

"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

Holiday Concert.

( via / via )

No reasonable offer refused.

"INSERTED INTO
the emerald-trajectory,

larvaelag, starlag, with all
keels
I search for you,
unground."

—Joris's Celan via

Cyanometer.

"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

Snow Storm.

( via / via )

The Night Wire.

"Perhaps a rising generation of writers and intellectuals will leaven the crabbed caution of their learned teachers, and curb their instinct to parse every passing thought, in order to recommit themselves to a sheer love of the unknown, of reading widely and roaming freely, exploring the vastness of the universe, and the infinite riches of human experience." —James Miller via

"It was such a surreal moment, getting my beard lined up in this little barbershop in a 700 year old building while Bakhtior sang 'Chi Mishod' by Andy."

Russian botfarm—
flames, black smoke
good silence
newly coined scour

The methods of the dogpeople may be questionable, but their fashion is undeniable.

( me / via )

Thirst in the Thick of It.

"fortified wine"

superannuated calm
calcspar of webworks

vowwheel chiming
chew long upon royal goods

glow
superannuated calm

Reap abject jackpot.

"Looking up things in a lexicon is a process that takes time. And it has an interval in it of something like reverie..." —Anne Carson via

Indigenous veterans dance.

( via / via )

This is where i write from.

“Seriousness is not a virtue. It would be a heresy, but a much more sensible heresy, to say that seriousness is a vice. It is really a natural trend or lapse into taking one's self gravely, because it is the easiest thing to do. It is much easier to write a good Times leading article than a good joke in Punch. For solemnity flows out of men naturally; but laughter is a leap. It is easy to be heavy: hard to be light. Satan fell by the force of gravity.”

― G.K. Chesterton via @ruthgaskovski

Suburban Samsara.

"journal of object constancy"

contrail rouse
rue fulsome shipwreck
torn hand
signs not these toils

Three Black Forks.

( via / via )

If You Could Read My Mind.

      "supermodel era"

grewgious grognard deejay
sighed cygneous glide
      make it that
   wasn't ours ours
now as but lies · led us to believe

is & isn't new wrong
lie on the concrete griddle
      colors leached
   in remembrance
that vortex

"Basically the paper is so horribly written that it’s impossible to read it without AI help..."

"La Mimosette is the authentic mimosa-flavoured marshmallow crafted by the local artisan biscuit bakery Les petits Cagniotes during the blooming season." —Maria of Ventvenir via

Second edition of Trilce for between $2000 & $3000.

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"The Road still markets itself as boundless – a blacktop birthright, horizon as inheritance – but these days its liberties are severely rationed, and booby-trapped."

"Cacemphatists had their opponents in antiquity. Thus Quintilian (Inst. Orat. 8.3.44–47) takes a strong stand against them. He first says that a cacemphaton occurs when language is turned to obscene usage (in obscenum intellectum sermo detortus est, Inst. Orat. 8.3.44). Yet the perverting agent, according to Quintilian, is not the author but the cacemphatist, who understands the text in an obscene way." —Scott McGill, Vergil Recomposed (2005)

"Pearls are the Diver's farthings."

selcouth passage
gray skyhook
crumbs clock how
snowwatch cloys
steel

"You have to poison cockroaches in cycles, a friend wrote me, right when I began taking notes for this project, years ago. At least three cycles of them. Once they die there are still more waiting to hatch."

( me / via nightcafe )

You Are Here.

splurgedizzy
i could say more

destroyed house sought
bosh glued back

To taste tea is to discuss the Tao.

"At the present time, I think the reason everything has fallen into a state of decay – both in our words and prayers – is because they are continually being changed by the innovations and lawlessness of the Greeks. For the Greeks by nature are followers of the latest trends and are eagerly carried off in all directions, possessing no stability in themselves."
—Iamblichus via

"Even the worms know it’s over."

( me / via )

"So much of classical reading is accounting for absence that presence becomes a problem."

"I just realised that AI is a Mechanical Turk device it’s just the Turk is literally all of us and all we’ve ever done"
—@nikprassas

To the Etruscan Poets.

      "strategic wrinkles"

horizon trammelled gantries
truck with the Turk nonstop
      sunlight on
   turquoise wavelets
downbeat bog · do-good Aklo

tutelary tirestreaks
for the tannic blackbird

Two armed pylon in the cold light.

( via / me )

The Temple of Baalshamin.

"pumpkinification"

the big steal · in plain sight
locked inside · the car alarm
roller coaster · & stooges' eye-gouge

Disabled.

"But aren't you sick of there being about five basic avenues of satisfaction, each internally graded for price?" —M John Harrison via

The best book ever written about nature.

( via / via )

I Read Banned Books.

"Toad sat on the edge of his bed. 'Blah,' said Toad. 'I feel down in the dumps.'

'Why?' asked Frog.

'I am thinking about tomorrow,' said Toad."

—@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

Mood.

October morning chill
this & other graces
weary years
weary years of summer
still our career spiralling
ørlǫg undecided
weary years
weary years of autumn

The Swan.

( via / via )

Finding the Edge.

"playing pawn to queen four in the twenties"

payroll loan at sunrise
trash is heaped
journey before the alarm
sabertooth
in the long partial shadows

When I Thought I Was Dying.

"Paratactic strategies might be the best way I know to carry the weight of a broken world on our shoulders..." —AV Marraccini via

"Some creatures may occupy ecological niches, while others occupy ontological niches."