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Fake Moleskine.

",,,ultimately I view a poem in translation as a poem written by two people - and nobody objects to a song written by two people." —Huck via

"He misunderstood what people wanted. He thought it was answers..."

"The Flying Fox

At times the vision settles in his eyes
like water clearing in a muddy stream;
half-waked, he seems to hold the whole of day
englobed within the amber of his dream.
All light is at the edge of what he thinks
as, dense with dreams, he tents each arching bone
against the fabric of his wings and sinks
into himself, as if his sleep alone
could still the will that urges him to flight.
His senses strain against the fading light
like a dog claws the chain around his neck.
Night undoes that knot: then, great wings unfurled,
he holds his voice out like a hand to stroke
the solid edges of a dreaming world."

—Tyndall Brandon

A poem written just for them.

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On an image in Marvell.

"October

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost —
For the grapes’ sake along the wall."

—Robert Frost

Threshold.

"thinking about cosmologist Steven Weinberg's reflections on scientific enterprise again, written in 1977 — 'The effort to understand the universe is one of the very few things that lifts human life a little above the level of farce, and gives it some of the grace of tragedy.' "
—@jjvincent

Superstition and darkness.

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Tipoff.

“Trump’s got the White House looking like Saddam Hussein opened up a Cheesecake Factory.” - Barack Obama in Ohio. (via @sundaedivine.lol)

The sky in July '89.

"Not miles of sea
nor mountain snow
Could cool this constant fire;

The moth knows not
the lamp's far flame
Yet circles its desire,

And I, a smaller
creature still,
Beat wings against your pyre."

—@greachan.bsky.social

The 4706th Floor.

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You Shall Not Speak.

"Perchance the moon caught:

An eerie stench of black wolves,

beleaguering bane."

—@authorsidbasu

But here’s the thing: It’s not just about convenience. It’s about authenticity.

"A superman movie but the whole thing is just Clark Kent fighting story deadlines and newspaper funding cuts" —@thehyyype.bsky.social

Joseph Mugnaini: illustrations from "War of the Worlds".

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"The Empire was drawing to a close. It killed at its leisure..."

"The true enemy of literature is passionate about literature; he or she works with and within literature and uses literature as a weapon in some extraliterary quarrel." —Amit Majmudar via

Heat Lightning on Lake Michigasn.

front the unknown fropwards
friend weldbook, held back
teacher in tall dudgeon
tarry harbor
loops of barbed wire warpspeed
go, little book, gawky
togetherness of feathers
crisp whisper
front the unknown fropwards

The first woman.

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"And an altarpiece was never a portrait of God. It shows what a church wants you to believe about God."

"the blurry messenger"

still dark
here to vote
south nook
what fate dodge
plans foil

Polaris is now the highest amateur liquid rocket ever launched, setting a new record at the 2026 Launch Canada Challenge—altitude of 63,497 feet.

In the 1960s public schools had special classrooms for the “educable mentally handicapped.” Most of those kids had lead poisoning.

Lead paint was banned in U.S. in 1978.

Leaded gasoline was banned in 1996.

Kids’ blood levels dropped by 95%.

Bans work. We should ban shit again." —@ssteoingraber1.bsky.social

Stabilize.

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"Leonard Cohen belongs to us all. But everyone who has ever loved him believes their relationship to be intimate and exclusive."

"The difference between modern and non-modern societies was once marked by the presence or absence of certain forms of rationality but now that difference might as well be marked by the presence or absence of the category of fiction." —Simon Duringvia

Safer in Paris.

      "cry bastion"

the day's posed palette
deponent wisp enters
      one shade brings
   back, jaws snapping

The Art of Bruce Pennington.

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The Kelpies.

"As I look about,
no blossoms, no autumn leaves,
only a thatched hut by the shore
in the autumn dusk."

—Teika via

Godzilla vinyl.

"Last summer, Scientific American's owners were stalking the site, making sure it wasn't being too critical of Trump. This summer, the magazine was sold and gutted." —Emmet Fraizer via

Rubik's Cube-solving robot dog.

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Lines for LBG-30, Computer, Poet.

"We shall find the cube of the rainbow..." —Emily Dickinson via

Speculative Visions.

ullagethrist pastime
pert gen'ralship bulwark
      minstrel botch
   egghead fathom
Ouachita Parish · pagbeast wristwatch

misplaced grimoire moiré
marrow of roam homeward
      minstrel botch
   stone bothering
ullagethrist thronged · pantherish hush

The speed of light.

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Night Guard.

"Casino IV

‘Whichever way we decide, there are risks.’

Citizen, you’ll never understand House
if you think of it in ontic terms. Don’t name me
such-and-such a statistical law, this or that shady
bookmaker, or rows upon rows of rigged machines.

House is the presence that allows all houses to come
into being. Even this house is but one of House’s
many wagers, on which it has staked our nation’s
savings. Fear not though: House always wins."

—Caleb Leow in Bad Lilies

His book on teaching a computer to draw is fascinating & important.

"...in the year since it’s exploded to 6.8 million, which means there are now more people subscribing here than to the Guardian, the Financial Times, the Atlantic, and the New Yorker combined. I’m read on a scale that’s usually reserved for people who write novels in which it all turns out to be the husband’s fault." —Sam Kriss via

That the Night Come.

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Momijigari.

I'd like to see average new york rents added to the same graph. Artists & writers got priced out of the city following the 60s. In fact, when it comes to concentrations of creativity, i'm a geographic determinist. I saw it happen here, in Deep Ellum & then Oak Cliff.

Here's That Rainy Day.

"TPMS"

undertowbeneath Nabi
annul mirthless surface
absent even converse
instress of red guesswork
wraith citadel southpaw
sibtchidna, Charon's Yiddish
trauma of the not-yet named

Pinecone Breath.

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Helpless.

gray maroon Ardbeg
rubber covered carframe

words underwater
i snatch them like minnows

livingroom rabbits
gray maroon Ardbeg

rubber covered carframe

Jane.

"Nowadays it covers a broader spectrum, as the meanings of 「詩」 (shi) and 「歌」 (uta) shifted, but the term itself, in that earlier sense, was like an aiaigasa (相合傘), the umbrella shared by two lovers, under which stand poetry governed by Chinese tonal and rhyme rules and poetry governed by Japanese mora count." —@vstokyo via

Looney Tunes AI boomerslop on Facebook.

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Johnny Cool.

No matter how nihilistic i become—it's never enough.

The Times They Are a-Changin'.

"war dogs"

crookfief
dim ammo, used
stompface coign—
why allow moth
rest

Joan Didion on John Huston's The Night of the Iguana.

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"The trick with Pound’s Seafarer is that he translates faithfully for sound, opportunistically for image, and licentiously with thought."

"the mild endurance"

five cop cars at Kroger
man on the ground shackled
move along, nothing to see
i go to my car parked
i go to my car parked

not even phone photo
affords me unGordian
move along, nothing to see
another day dithering
another day dithering

five cop cars at Kroger
call across the fall air
move along, nothing to see
the nether world pearled here
the nether world pearled here

not even phone photo
to fend my shush socials
move along, nothing to see
go back to murk noting
go back to murk noting

five cop cars at Kroger
two weeks & then what
move along, nothing to see
Cloudcuckooland wants me
Cloudcuckooland wants me
not even phone photos

"Since 1977 humanity has, by some margin, spent more money on creating science fiction simulacra of space travel than it has on actually landing on the moon."

"Note that contemporaries like Laibach, Coil, Psychic TV, and Whitehouse were pursuing different types of musical and conceptual provocation during this period, and all were muddled/scattershot in their approach, though in the case of Laibach it might have been more deliberate." —@burningambulance via

Bungalow and Pylon.

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Brutalist Ghost Stories.

"The worst thing about using a phone in the dark is that it lights your face without lighting your surroundings. Scrolling, hyper-visible but blind; I like to pretend I'm an anglerfish lure, the beacon of a predator much greater than myself" —@ctrlcreep.bsky.social

Autechre in performance.

woolen tool
high azure's aid
go cop real squelch
moisthaunt town

Quilt artist who spent decades on death row for a crime he didn’t commit, now has his first solo exhibit.

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Rewriting the history of the Incas.

skywound with its dark bandage
have i even seen
the egg of a robin
rescue paper
follow the chromotrail
room full of ev'rything
that-way coded
find a pen thought finished
out of the floor-jumble
bin knocked over in the night

Siblings.

At first i thought this was a put-on. Respect!

But one drop of Plotinus would cause Nick Land to go the way of the wicked witch in Oz.

Resting predator face.

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Mazohyst of Decadence.

"and wears Don's smirk and shares Don's smell..." —Andrew Frisardi via

On a line by Housman.

plant tilted, pawn to King Rook Four
dull turquoise
cranium tree topper
who can speak for us?
what weldbook fair?
Cisquatch's vine
foil gown

We should be forced by law to give up all other cars & everyone gets one of these for free.

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"I felt that Monica Vitti embodied the sublime..." (More.)

God made Trump
to out-scourge Attila

go stymie God

Visiting Ashgabat.

"We misread [Jeffers] if we think Inhumanism is all about the denial of the human. It’s about the problem of being human." —David Mason via

Georges Perec’s Palindrome on the windows of the BnF Mitterrand.

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Fumes the Memorious.

"Replacing my hardwood flooring with a planar black hole. With fire. With a deep pit of plastic globes, with wax the color of raw chicken, with medieval tapestries, with numbers so small they cut your feet" —@ctrlcreep.bsky.social

What music is, where it comes from, & where it goes.

"avid diva"

1.
bezique
played upon the felted green
dark machine & weather tide
from now on
bezique
heretic of desert sands
Ashgabat my ticket hence
& wizened throng
bezique
bezique bezique

2.
dead, dead, & very dead
three stops on the ferryman's journey
violet ceramic
urn, collector of earth grievances
emptied each stop more

I see what i see, & i know what i know.

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The Conch.

gray world diver
speedball script

sad bots gloze
hounds' wood

void fuse

"...they seemed unwilling ever to acknowledge that the production of more poems, of any kind, by any person, in any quantity, could ever be any less than a cause for the most rapturous celebration."

James Baldwin:

"Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death which is the only fact we have. It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death—ought to decide, indeed, to earn one's death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life. One is responsible to life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return. One must negotiate this passage as nobly as possible, for the sake of those who are coming after us." (via @aarikdanielsen.bsky.social)

One of my illustrations from Lovecraft's Brood: The Beholder's Share by Caitlín R. Kiernan.

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Letter to a student who wants the credentials.

“Reading Milton is like dining off gold plate in a company of kings; very splendid; very ceremonious, and not a little appalling.” —Alexander Smith, Dreamthorp (1863)

Cheerful Melancholia.

lilac-pink, turquoise sunrise
runing for my life
crossing barricades

i have to imagine the burning

poundcheap & pennywise
painting my exile in shades
of sundry unreturning
lilac-pink, turquoise loaf

men in hot lime vests

by the shattered overpass
working
this is no time for parking
the bitter versts
skelping, the bitter peace

My Attorney Picked by a Head Shot.

VIOLA SMITH was the “fastest girl drummer in the world” and promoted as the original “hep girl” in the 1930’s. She was a pioneer blazing a path for women in what had been an entirely male preserve. Viola passed away in October of 2020 aged 107. A special & talented lady.

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— Michael Warburton (@michaelwarburton.bsky.social) October 19, 2026 at 7:57 AM

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"Play anonymously published in 1596 was collaboration between Shakespeare and Christopher Marlowe, according to computer analysis." (Interesting, but in my opinion mere statistics cannot establish causality. I want to see documentation that they even met.)

predawn
roar, thinking of
derelict cicadas
their sound hanging in the air like
a threat

Bruch's Violin Concerto #1 in G minor (Op 26). Just heard it today on WRR!

"everyone at this dmv seems so depressed lucky for them i brought my harmonica"
—@sixfeetofcandy.bsky.social

Wine as Paris burns.

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'Erebus' Passing through the Chain of Bergs.

"This liminal space where everything general seems too vacuous and everything particular seems irrelevant" —@hyoyoonkang.bsky.social

The Lay of Scratta.

"tea going in no time"

arc of history
no skyhook
crowds fought
through Soylent Beige

"All the customs they sought to emulate (the music, the dance, the colors, the festivals) came from the Tang, and yet all of this was happening during the Song."

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"I became 10 times more famous, meaning that maybe 150 people were interested in what I had to say, rather than only 15."

"singer with a bad guru"

stern wind's whammy
montage signifying progress
late October's rabbit

crosses the road
barricades & cones
& this contested intersection

this contested intersection
stern winds whammy

Greengold plan.

Authorship mysteries are the best mysteries.

Elon wants.

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Atopos.

"pre-crime"

phone book
cancelled lines
duration swamped
with lost clouds
deemed choice

Ohilen.

Positivism is false when pareidolia sinks its fangs in you.

Game of Clock the Doctor.

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Expo '70 on my mind again...

"The fact that 'do-gooder' is a put-down tells you everything you need to know about the human race." —@johnlyon.bsky.social

Disappear.

"Typhoon

Cloud has crunched on · the crowns peerless,
skyscraper scalps. Skin of city
lies rinsed entire; rain makes merry,
gutters gabble. Engorged façade
is typhoon frowning · face at weak-set
works of humans. In such a woven murk
thread-mist thrusts one · to throw footstep,
mislay the lines, linger endangered
in the roadway’s rush, lose the selfhood
that beats boundaries · between beast and soul."

—Thaliarchus via

Nosferatu font.