owlhoof batch
fraught rule
i bet on slow
hoist
bardic grimoary & notions
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
"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
Russian botfarm—
flames, black smoke
good silence
newly coined scour
The methods of the dogpeople may be questionable, but their fashion is undeniable.
“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
"journal of object constancy"
contrail rouse
rue fulsome shipwreck
torn hand
signs not these toils
"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.
"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
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."
"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
"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.
"pumpkinification"
the big steal · in plain sight
locked inside · the car alarm
roller coaster · & stooges' eye-gouge
"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.
"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
"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
"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."
5.
Goya saw it—
arms raised
night scene
bulletloud crack
so soon
"Fifty-eight years ago, a school teacher from Sherman Oaks, California named Harriet Gluckman wrote PEANUTS creator Charles M. Schultz...[Schultz] created the Black character Franklin and introduced him to Charlie Brown and his friends three months later." —@colehaddon via