Sunday, July 06, 2025
"My translator tells me 'thoughts & prayers' is an American political expression that means 'we'd rather have a secret police force than a weather service'." --@darthputinkgb.bsky.social
tragic rainlight Rudyard
Rutabaga mooted
where explore still waters
westering sane rainlight
RFG Inventions for Cello and Computer.
"don't cry, insects
in summer shirts…
the waterfall roaring"
--@poemexe.com
Geraldine Chaplin in Peppermint Frappé (1967).
The Youtube psych/prog algorithm is the only one we should keep.
"Had not realized that was what they had to teach those of us marked out as fair game."
“And all the ruins of distressful times” - Richard III (Act 4, Scene 4) via
"We had to put up razor barb wire."
"The Question and Its Mark
May I cast a spell on the many swans of Leda,
making at last one spastic blizzard in spring
with only enough divine mania to take one
blinding day from her?
The godbirds and their scopophilia
keep her open for view and review, with ever
new speculum and never the elegant jewelry
of stigmata or a heart of quartz.
May I give her only one death? Can we live if she
lies closed in a single final pose, no syphilitic
autopsy or cygnet interrogation?
May I mark her prophecy,
her presence in the very air, with a single
gargoyle on the streetside wall on a place
of worship, finally allowed inside if only by
disappearing into the stones?
Leda possessed a pair of knees that also bent
in prayer. I ask of you only what she asked for there."
—Brenda Shaughnessy
"Mourn not the dead that in the cool earth lie
Dust unto dust
The calm sweet earth that mothers all who die
As all men must;
Mourn not your captive comrades who must dwell
Too strong to strive
Within each steel-bound coffin of a cell,
Buried alive;
But rather mourn the apathetic throng
The cowed and the meek
Who see the world's great anguish and its wrong
And dare not speak."
--Ralph Chaplin, in The Match (Summer, 2004)
"Child of Omelas? That’s thinking too small. What if like eight billion people suffered so a few dozen guys could live lives so insane they convinced themselves it’s more likely they’re inside a computer simulation" --@ceej.online
"Toad wrote on the ground with a stick: Go to Sleep.
Then he crossed out: Go to Sleep.
'There,' said Toad. 'Now my day is all crossed out!'
'I am glad,' said Frog. Then Frog and Toad went right to sleep."
--@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social
besieged water sadness
soft glow on the rooftops
hyperbola lawyer
less than perfect wharfstead
pain subdued & padlocked
periscope bent firelight
Folsom Prison Blues. Awhile back i wrote: "Folsom Prison Blues" should be our national anthem--it says more about America, with its guns, its prisons, & its loneliness of highways, than any other single song. But to be the country of 'This Land is Your Land' (including the often-omitted verses)--that is something to aspire to."