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"At first it feels like you’re being shot with a BB gun full of cat food..."

"Snarlwit, I know
the thrash of your hatchling
knives,

none shouldered the wind
steeper than I,

like none other
the hail drove through
my trim cantled
skull."

— Paul Celan (translated by Ian Fairley) via @isidro_li

Don't fall for it.

"If we called biodiversity an art museum or a historic site maybe then the unaccountable corporations would get in trouble for defacing it?" --@bethsawin

"Every unhappy coal mine is unhappy in its own way. Some are so noxious, the canaries suffer from asthma and can no longer trill. Some are so poisonous, the canaries die by the bushel."